Monogamy Is For Men Only ( Mary the femdom intern story)

CHAPTER 11: CARIA LOVED TO USE & ABUSE ME

The only time I saw and/or spoke to Mary's roommate Caria was on the evenings Caria spent with myself and Mary. On those evenings Mary very rarely left me alone with Caria. And, on those rare occasions, Mary left Caria alone with me very briefly.

When we were out eating, drinking and/or clubbing, Mary almost never went to the bathroom without Caria unless Caria was off dancing or something. When we were at home, Caria always took me into my bathroom and used me as her pee toilet. And, Mary always came along to watch.

Caria could, of course, could order me to get her a drink, bring her a bong, go ask a guy to come to our table, undress/dress her, etc... Caria was free to use me as a domestic slave, however, whenever Caria wanted to physically use or abuse me sexually, she had to ask Mary first.

For example, I was required to be naked at all times in private when Mary and/or any other females were present and I had to strip naked immediately when getting home from going out.

Upon coming back home, before the front door was closed, Caria would command something like this, "Get naked sissy dick," and then ask, "Mary may I punish his loser dick, please?"

Invariably Mary would reply, "Yes".

Although Mary always answered yes to Caria regarding using and abusing me sexually, Caria still asked for Mary's permission each and every single time.

Caria loved to let loose on me and the seeing the gratification and satisfaction, sexually and emotionally, she derived from MY mental, physical and emotional pain was better than winning the lottery. Something no amount of money could buy. The cost Caria took out of my hide and pride.

Those few seconds between Caria asking permission and Mary saying yes were equally exciting and terrifying for me. On one hand, Caria was the most beautiful fuckable thing in the world and knowing she was about to sexually use me was like winning the lottery. On the other hand, anticipating the extreme pain, degradation, humiliation, abuse and sexual rejection Caria was about to let loose on me scared the living shit out of me. Getting an erection without physical touch simultaneously with a paralyzed with fear feeling.

In those few seconds, the last thing I needed was to waist even a fraction of a second of undressing. From the time Caria gave me the order to 'get naked sissy dick' until Mary answered her question 'Mary may I punish his loser dick, please', I was expected to be completely naked and absolutely ready for Caria to get busy with it. Caria never said anything about being naked and ready, but I learned very quickly and very painfully it was expected or face the consequences. It took the first two times to learn the consequences were making the skin on my cock bleed blood. Needless to say, by the third time I dressed accordingly when I knew Mary and I would be in the company of Caria. I dressed to be able to undress quickly; very very quickly.

The instant Caria got a yes from Mary, Caria would unleash her femdom fury on me. It always started with Caria looking at my cock for a few seconds then shake her head in rejection for a second or two more before looking up directly into my eyes; anger and contempt written all over her face. What came next was always the same.

Caria would slowly and very strongly say,

"You disgust me!"

Then came a very had slap across my face followed by Caria spitting in my face and saying vehemently,

"Your dick is pathetic. YOU are pathetic. They couldn't pay me enough to fuck you. You could never sexually satisfy me with that thing. And, DON'T ever forget it!"

The combination of spitting in my face and conviction in which Caria spoke those words devastating. There was no getting used to it. Every time I felt like a total piece of worthless shit: depressed, rejected, humiliated and useless. There was no hiding it either. As Caria's spittle dripped down my sad face I waited for Caria to finish laughing at me. Caria loved looking at me like this, and more often than not, took several pictures of it. Instead of the traditional 'say cheese' before taking a picture, Caria would tell me to say,

"kick my little dick, please."

or some variant of her favorite phrase to make me say; replacing 'kick' with 'whip', 'slap', 'hurt', 'punish' or 'pain'.

I have many pictures that Caria took of me with her favorite phrase to make me say written in lipstick on my chest and stomach with an arrow pointing down at my cock. That's because while Caria didn't always take pictures of me after she spit on my face, she never missed taking pictures of what came next. Caria was very proud, in fact, of having a pictorial record of every punishment she gave my little dick.

My punishment sessions with Caria technically started after the face slap and spit with Caria ordering me,

"go get your Spreader Bars,"

followed with something like,

"loser dick", "little bitch", "little dick", "sissy dick", "sissy bitch", "stupid dick", "stupid bitch", "asshole" or "faggot".

My Spreader Bars with a pair of adjustable stainless steal BDSM Spreader Bars with adjustable Ankle/Wrist Cuffs attached by little chains on each end of the bars. They kept my arms and legs spread and shackled individually. To attach the Spreader Bar between my arms to the ceiling, in my condo there were no less than eight "eyehooks" with a little bit of chain hanging down from them. There was at least one in the ceiling of every room, including the bathrooms.

There was no single place that I kept my Spreader Bars. Upon being ordered by Caria, I would retrieve my Spreader Bars from wherever they may be and bring them back to Caria. I would attach my leg Spreader Bar by securing both Ankle Cuffs myself. I would then put both my arms forward in front of me so that Caria could put my arm Spreader Bar on me by attaching each Wrist Cuff.

Once Caria had both Wrist Cuffs of the arm Spreader Bar attached, she would grab the middle of the Spreader Bar with both hands and pull it up and towards her while she delivered a hard heel kick to my cock. Thus, pulling my crotch to her moving foot and then holding me up as my knees buckled from below me.

"It's your own fault, you puss! If you had a real man's dick I wouldn't have to kick it," Caria would triumphantly exclaim as she laughed and delighted in my pain.

Caria would pull me by arm Spreading Bar to underneath one of her favorite ceiling hooks with a small chain in the living room. At the end of the chain there was a Carabiner Clip that Caria would use to attach the middle of my arm Spreader Bar. The leg Spreader Bar kept my legs spread wide open and the arm Spreader Bar kept my arms spread open above my head and me attached to the ceiling. My head was the only part of my body that was able to do any moving.

For the rest of the evening Caria would remind me repeatedly that inadequate dicks like mine must be punished and tortured by slapping, kicking, burning, whipping, squeezing, punching and hitting. And, for the rest of the evening I would be crying and I would be begging. Caria got wet from giving extreme pain to my cock. The more I hurt and the more I cried, the wetter Caria's pussy would get and the more Caria made me beg her to hurt and punish my little dick. No matter how excruciating the pain would get, there was no escaping it. With my arms and legs spread apart and attached to the ceiling hook, I had to take it. Caria always took plenty of pictures to show all her friends and make me look at.