Chapter Seven
Hankie
“For openers, we are going to make sure that you fully understand your present and future situation,” Dickhead,” Melinda crooned, giving a short, but painful jerk on the leash chain. Hank gasped as the shock of the quick pull on the chain sent another wave of pain through his abdomen and groin. His c**k and balls were tightly locked in a handcuff-like band of steel and the leash was attached to a small D ring on the cuff.
“You find this painful, Dickhead?” She asked, tugging again, this time with a much harder pull and Hank thought he was going to vomit, but realized that if he did, he'd choke on it because his mouth was plugged with... a shoe. The toe of a shiny, black, patent leather, high heel shoe was deep inside his open mouth, held by a strap and harness that
