Revenge: Femdom Stories of Getting Even

Spiked Wine-5

I lay there and didn’t move. I just stared into the darkness. I wondered when I finally died if I would see the light as they say. Would it end this all-consuming blackness?

My thoughts drifted to that day at the lake. Why’d I spike the wine? Did I really have an ulterior motive? Were there thoughts of having s*x with her? I can’t deny that I wanted to. Any guy would want to have her. She was beautiful. She was so hot. But I didn’t know. Would I have respected her if I had known she was still a virgin and wanted to save herself for someone special?

A million thoughts raced through my mind. I closed my eyes, but it made no difference. With my eyes open or shut it was all the same. As I lay there, I realized that there were just two sounds in my present world – my breathing and my heart beat. I could plainly hear them both.

My biggest adversary in this tomb was boredom. At least out in the cage I could see the clouds go by. I could hear the owls and crows and watch the wind move the leaves on the trees. But here there is nothing.

Finally, I felt the urge to sleep. My thoughts drifted together and melted away.

Sometime later I awoke with a start. I open my eyes but was blinded by the darkness. My hands shot up and hit the lid. I screamed, “Oh God… where am I?” Then I remembered.

I counted heart beats and sang songs. I felt around and found one of the water bottles. Carefully I drank and then decided to eat. On my other side cans of dog and cat food were lined. I opened one.

“f**k… fish.”

As I ate the putrid stuff, I wondered if it was Atlantic salmon or cod supreme. Could a cat really tell or did it actually care. I cleaned the can the best I could and pushed it down below my feet.

I tried to turn a little, but the box was rather small. Just lying on a plain pine board was about as comfortable as the concrete floor of the cage. Then I chuckled to myself. It had to be better. The box was made of soft wood.

And so it continued. Hours passed. I ate and drank a little more. Finally I farted.

“Oh my God!” But then I realized it was going to be far worse when I finally pissed and s**t. That was not going to be pretty. Before long it happened, and the smell became far worse.

I slept some more and passed the time by counting and finger tapping. I tried everything to help me keep my sanity. But there was the endless boredom, the darkness and eternal silence.

The human body needs an outside stimulus to function and in here there was none. When I slept, my dreams became more frightening, and when I was awake, my thoughts were more deranged. I thought of the chains and bondage. I wondered what painful things I would experience next. And then there was Sherry. She got so turned on when she beat me. As I relived that moment, I realized that my c**k got hard. At that moment I could almost feel her cane, as she laid it across my ass. I moaned with an unusual pleasure. It was actually turning me on as well.

My hand slowly moved up and down on my hard c**k. It rubbed across the welts from the whip, but it didn’t matter. It hurt, but it felt so good. Up and down, up and down my hand went, as my mind welcomed the next lash. Harder and harder, faster and faster it continued. I could feel my balls churn. I could feel the cane burn deep into my flesh. I wanted more.

“More.” I screamed. “Please, Mistress. I need more.”

I jerked it harder. It hurt, but I needed more. I needed the pain.

“Please, Mistress. Don’t stop. I need you to hurt me. I want my pain to feed your desires. Let me satisfy your lust. Let me please you. Mistress. Beat me… hurt me… let me satisfy your needs… please, Mistress… I need your whips… I need… Oh God, I need more.”

I felt it. My body tensed. My hand stopped as ribbons of hot c*m blasted from my c**k onto my belly. I jerked and moaned with more pleasure than I’ve ever known.

“Thank you, Mistress. It was so wonderful, Mistress Sherry.”

Suddenly I woke up. I jumped with fright. I was dripping wet with sweat, and my breathing was out of control. I could feel the welts on my ass from last night’s beating. Then I felt it. Warm, sticky c*m was pooled in my navel and slowly ran down my side.

I wasn’t sure what had just happened. Was my mind playing games, or was I awake through the whole thing? I didn’t know. I was so confused. But then I realized that I wasn’t rubbing my c**k. I wasn’t jerking myself off. Both of my hands were off to the sides. My left was squeezing a can of food, and the other was tightly clenching a water bottle. I had squeezed it so hard the top popped off. The water flowed in under me but yet my c*m was still running off my stomach and chest. I moved my hand up and felt the stickiness still wondering what had happened.

I tried to think of happy thoughts – college parties and playing football… funny movies and a day at the beach. But everything led my brain in one direction – Savannah. That tiny orange bikini, those perfect breasts and her natural blond bush. I got her drunk. I f****d her. I remember that very moment when I slid my c**k slowly into her. There was that spot, a bit of hesitation when I stopped, and she jumped a little. That was the moment everything changed for her.

Tears filled my eyes for a few moments, and then I moved on to happier thoughts. I think I sang every Christmas carol and song I knew just to pass the time.

Empty cans started to fill the space for my feet and the odor of feces and urine almost brought tears to my eyes. I figured that at least two days had passed or at least I hope it had.

I tried everything to stay awake, but with darkness and silence it was difficult. I was becoming afraid to close my eyes and sleep. The dreams were more vivid, and there was always that one. It seemed like it dominated my mind as I drifted into that other place.

I was always nude and on my knees worshiping my dark-haired Mistress. Her cruelty made me crave her even more. Over and over she would tell me that I was her slave. Her whips would bring me pain, but they would give her pleasure. It was a perfect trade-off according to her, and I agreed. I begged to serve her and longed for the pain for I knew it pleased her. Finally, other dreams passed through my mind but just before waking there was always her voice ringing in my ears over and over again, “You’re my slave. Take the pain to satisfy my lust.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I screamed, as I finally woke up

I drank some more water and searched for more food, but there wasn’t any. I thought I had been careful and rationed the cans, but it was gone.

“I guess I’ll be hungry,” I told myself.

It didn’t matter whether I was awake or asleep. Hallucinations and bad dreams just led to dismal thoughts. It was just a continuous replay of the same.

Then one time I reached for more water, but that too was gone. I realized that my days were numbered. Without water I’d be dead in about three days. Maybe it would be better that way. Again I slept, but that same dream reoccurred over and over again.

Something woke me up, but I continued repeating the same phrase, “Harder, Mistress, please whip me harder… Let me please you… Harder, Mistress, please whip me harder… Harder, Mistress, please whip me harder.”

Suddenly the cover was lifted from the box. Fresh air filled my lungs.

“Oh my God!” she said as she turned her head away.

I lay there unable to move. I had been in there too long. Savannah and Sherry took my hands and pulled me up.

“How long… how long have I been in there?”

“Three days.”

“Are you sure. It feels like forever.”

Sherry looked at me and finally asked, “What were you mumbling when we opened the box, slave?”

I looked at her and then at the ground. “I don’t know. I think I was dreaming.”

She chuckled. She knew.

Slowly with their help I hobbled to the front of the cabin. They had me lean against a tree so they could spray me down with a hose. The cold water stung, as the caked-on waste was washed from my ass and between my legs. My skin was red and raw from the acids, and I had a severe case of what might be called diaper rash. They laughed about it, but I didn’t. It wasn’t the least bit funny.

With my legs apart as far as the leg irons allowed, I was taken into the cabin. Savannah turned around and asked, “Hungry?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She picked up two cans of dog food. “Turkey and giblets or beef and liver?”

“Turkey please.”

She put it in a bowl and set it on the floor. As I ate, she went to her car to get something. As the door closed Sherry approached. With her finger entwined in my hair she lifted my head and looked deep in my eyes.

“‘Harder, Mistress, please whip me harder.’ Is that what you want?”

She never moved. She was staring clear to my soul.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered.

She laughed. “I can do that. I will give you what you want and what I need.”

As she said that, I felt a definite stirring in my c**k and balls. My c**k immediately started to get hard. She noticed.

I continued eating and soon Savannah returned.

“I thought you might like to see the paper.”

She held it up, so I could read the headline. “College Boy Missing – Search Continues.”

In a few more days we’ll know if you’ve been found.

Those days passed slowly. I was either kept in the cage or chained in some hideous way in the cabin. I was viciously raped a couple of nights and even whipped occasionally.

One day I was hanging spread-eagle in the cabin with just my toes on the floor when I heard the car arrive. Savannah walked right in with fire in her eyes. She grabbed a knife from the cabinet drawer and approached me. Her hand reached down and tightly grabbed my balls. I looked up at her in fear as she finally smiled.

“I’m not pregnant. You get to keep these.”

“So now what? I get arrested and go to jail.”

She turned to Sherry and then back to me. “I don’t think so.”

Sherry walked up to me and took hold of my balls with a huge smile. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Harder, Mistress, please whip me harder.”