Thread: How could she have forgotten me? < [ Pistol Kiss and moi ] >

He licked his lips with anticipation as he saw her rub her slit, he loved how she looked right into her eyes, though he looked down every once in a while to enjoy the show he would instantly look up to find hers. He took in the visual information he needed from quick glances down, his concentration obviously upon her eyes with his own in an unbreaking connection. He stared and stared, nodding as she took the tazer with her hand and began to bring it close to her cunt. She listened very well, even doing a good job to lift her hood and make sure that the bolt of lighting would not miss. When she shocked herself, his bit lip half-grin turned into a full smile as he watched her writhe. She began to convulse, twitching from the pain and she teld the tazer there for a good long moment before it fell off. The entire time her body clenched, and now it twitched and shook with uncontrollable muscle contractions. Quickly she fell, the entire time she managed somehow to look at him.. she wanted to look at him through it all. And that excited him, the lump behind his pants growing with excitement though he knew he would have to save that excitement for tomorrow. She would be finished for the night, possibly for a long time. Though he knew the soreness would last long, and with soreness, came hypersensitivity... meaning she would really get to feel him tomorrow. He leaned down after she was done tazing herself, taking the taser and switching the little electric machine off. He watched her writhe and twitch from the electricity shooting through her veins. He watched her suffer and convulse uncontrollably for a few more moments before making sure she was done. Her eyes closed, and she was done... maybe he had already broken her, but oh well, he was sure he could fix her up to break her again. He slowly leaned down and picked her up, carrying her toward the bedroom out through the doorway and laying her down on the bed. He was careful with her limp form, tucking her in underneath blankets in the small area dedicated to her bed. She had a dresser and vanity for the clothes she would earn with time and any make up she would earn as well. Beside them was a TV with a gaming console, it was a retro one, but it had plenty of games. There was a small collection of movies, it was evident that he prepared for her coming for quite some time due to the commitment of filling the space she'd live in. However, attached to her bedroom, not too far away was the kitchen and the dining room table. He left her to sleep, locking the door from the outside after he exited. There was no exit for her, not unless he opened it to her. Hours passed and he slept, but when the sun was rising at around 700, he was back in her space, smiling as he pulled open the fridge and began to work at cooking up breakfast. He called out as he pulled out the milk and all other necessities, So, I can't decide. You gotta tell me, he spoke loudly, making sure he would wake her up and that she would hear him. Do you want blueberry pancakes for breakfast? Or french toast with whipped cream? Or waffles? Come on, tell me quick. He pulled out a few more supplies before clapping his hands and turning around, awaiting her reponse. He quickly re-affirmed his statement with a spoken sentence that bordered upon a threat, Tell me now.