It wasn't hard to get Jed out of the bar. He had plenty of friends there, after all. If he woke from his stupor soon enough, he was in for a good time they thought.
When Jed awoke, he felt out of sorts. Nothing felt right. He lazily opened his eyes, and saw nothing. Just black. As he tried to rub his eyes, he learned that his hands were restrained to something above his head. And it wasn't just his hands. His feet were restrained too, and his legs were spread into a very vulnerable position.
"What the fuck is going on here?", he thought. His mind raced to recall memories that may provide the answer, but it was all a haze of AC/DC, Busch Light, and checkers? He didn't even play checkers.
As Jed's mind slowly plodded its way toward awareness, he realized he was also quite chilly. His eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness, and when he looked down, he came to the startling realization that he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. "Shit! Shit! Shit! What is going on? I'm in some kinda weird dangerous situation", he thought to himself.
He tried to recall if he had crossed anyone powerful or dangerous, but he hadn't associated with anyone like that in years. He came to two possible conclusions. He had been kidnapped by a rich and sadistic killer who planned to set him loose in a woods and hunt him down, or he had been sold into the underground human trafficking scene for God knows what reason. Maybe Hillary had been watching his social media and decided it was finally time to disappear him. Jed began to sweat.
He tugged on his restraints with all he had, but it was no use and it made a ton of noise. He decided it may be better to study his situation quietly and not draw attention until he had a plan.
Looking around, he noticed a sliver of light on the floor about 2 feet in front of him. A door. He was in a small room, maybe even a closet.
As he pondered his next move, wondering what Arnie or Stallone would do, his vision was flooded with light. It hurt his eyes. It hurt his head. Someone had opened the door and he was totally fucked. For the moment, he couldn't even see the master of his fate. He struggled and growled wildly trying to escape, but it was to no avail. He resigned himself to whatever came next and decided he'd take it all stoically like Rambo would.
"Well, the fascist is awake", were the first words he heard. This was followed by a strong odor of patchouli.
Still squeezing his eyes against the light, Jed said, "What the fuck are you talking about? Why am I here?"
Jed felt a cold hand grip his balls, and his eyes popped open against his will. There, wreathed in the light of the room behind her, stood Liberal Lucy. She had his balls in her hand and she was smiling.
"Naughty, naughty language. That's not how you address someone who has your whole world in their hands", Lucy said with a tsk and an ever so slight but convincing tug on Jed's balls. "You have much to learn, and I'm going to be your teacher. To start off, you will address me as Miss. I may decide on something different later, but for now, you will address me as Miss". Lucy squeezed her grip tighter and smiled. "Understood?"
Jed nodded his head emphatically, at that point ready to agree to almost anything to make the crushing pain and the burning in his stomach go away.
"I. Can't. Hear. You", Lucy said with a tug to emphasize each word. Her voice was honey but her eyes held a disquieting gleam.
"Yes Miss!", Jed grunted.
"Good", she said giving his balls a quick slap. As Jed sighed in relief, Lucy went on. "I get a particular satisfaction out of breaking men like you. To answer your earlier question, that's why you're here." She flicked the light on in the closet that had become Jed's cell then began inspecting him.
"Pathetic. You're a blob. You look like a blood bloated tic. You think you're a man, but you look like a fat worm. You're a pig." She laughed and poked Jed's belly with her finger. She seemed to regret doing so because she unconsciously wiped her finger on her shorts.
The words stung Jed, but they also had another effect. He felt his cock slowly rising to point in the direction of his new captor. Jed felt at once shamed, afraid, and aroused.
This turn of events did not go unnoticed by Miss. Smiling, she lifted her leg, and steadying herself with the doorframe, placed the toe of her Van under the head of his cock. She gently rubbed the sensitive skin with her toe, watching his body react and hearing the pace of his breathing increase. "Oh, do you like this, worm? I didn't think someone like you would enjoy being so thoroughly helpless to a woman. No matter. It changes nothing. I will still break you, and knowing you want it will just make my job easier."
With that, the wonderful sensation of her rubbing stopped. Jed saw her reaching for something in the corner of the closet and noticed a variety of implements. Some were hanging from the wall, others sat on a small shelf. Jed recognized only a few of these implements. There was also a cabinet that was closed.
Jed saw her select a riding crop from the wall and inwardly flinched, hoping that she wasn't really going to use it.
She stood in front of him flexing the crop between her hands and said, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you do not answer, you'll be punished. If I think you're lying, you'll be punished. The punishment may be severe or not, depending on what I feel at that particular moment. It's not up to you. The only thing you are to do now is answer my questions sincerely and without delay." She brought the crop down forcefully onto his throbbing hardon, and said, "Am I understood?", arching an eyebrow and staring at him.
Jed took a deep breath to steady himself, and answered, "Y-yes Miss".
"Good", she said, lightly running the crop up and down his shaft. "First question. Do you consider yourself to be a dirty abnormal deviant?"
"Yes Miss".
"Tell me why." she said, gently tapping the head of his cock with the crop. A small string of precum briefly connected the two.
"Well, Miss, I uhh.. like things that I...things that I'm not supposed to." He hoped she would be pleased with that answer.
He felt a sharp smack, this time on his thigh. It hurt. He saw a welt starting to raise already.
"Are you too stupid to answer a question properly, or are you being difficult?", she hissed. "Tell me specifics."
"Miss... I... well it's embarrassing", Jed said before taking his current situation into account. "Well, alright Miss, I can't deny what you see. I do like for a woman to uh... take charge, but it's unnatural and I'm ashamed by it."
"What else?", she asked, swooshing the crop around.
"Well, I like to be disrespected, but I don't. Not by just anyone, Miss. I just can't help it but I like to be humbled by a woman." Jed looked down at the floor. At her checkered Vans. A fresh wave of self-loathing washed over him as he thought about licking the soles of those Vans clean.
"Well, lucky for you, that's exactly what you have coming. Although I don't think you're going to enjoy it as much as you think." She placed the end of the crop under his chin, mixing his precum with the sweat that had formed there.
"Tell me, would you like to act as my footstool? Perhaps my living doormat? Would you enjoy serving me and my friends, being treated as less than a servant? Do these things turn you on, excite you?", she asked looking into his eyes. She knew the answer.
Jed nodded, and said, "Oh yes Miss, that all sounds so wonderful, but that's not reality. It's just things that exist in my mind when I become too weak to fight off such thoughts. It's just fantasy."
Miss smiled and brought the crop down on the sensitive head of Jed's engorged cock. "Oh, you silly man. You seem to be having trouble adjusting to your new reality. I'm bored with you for now, so I will leave you to ponder your situation. In the meantime, I'll leave you with a reminder. Open your mouth."
When Jed had opened his mouth, Miss spat directly into it. She then pushed his mouth closed and breathed into his ear. "I know you must be thirsty, but I expect my spit to still be in your mouth when I return. Savor the gift I have just given you."
With that, Jed watched her turn off the light and close the door behind her. There was a click as she locked him in his dark cell.
He concentrated on tasting her saliva and tried to put his aching hard on out of his mind.
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RomanceNotice: This story involves a conservative man being dominated by a liberal woman. As such, there are a few political references. I try not to be preachy about either side. I also play with stereotypes in a tongue-in-cheek manner that I hope doesn't...