Kept, Part III
By The Timid Freshman
Angela Morrigan turns her new plaything into a house slave


On Saturday morning, Angela Morrigan woke up, had a leisurely breakfast of
fruit and champagne, and took a long, hot shower. After drying off her body,
brushing her teeth, and combing her hair, she donned a simple but elegant pair
of white cotton thong panties and a matching push-up bra. After slipping an
open rose-coloured silk robe over her shoulders, she went to her Zen
meditation room, where she had brought a confused and delirious Joel the
previous evening. He had been as helpless as a baby thanks to the pain-induced
stupor she had put him in. After severely and mercilessly punishing his cock
and balls, Angela had allowed Joel twelve hours deep sleep in her sensory
deprivation chamber, which would go a long way towards helping him recover
from her strict brand of discipline.

As she expected, Joel was somewhat disoriented when Angela kneeled down,
opened up the chamber and gently woke him. He blinked several times in
succession, staring up at the vision of loveliness leaning over him as if he'd
never seen her before. Then he spent the next several seconds staring at her
breasts, captivated by her magnificent cleavage.

Angela allowed the boy to bask in her beauty as she kindly stroked the side of
his face. "Wake up, Sleepyhead," she said teasingly but sweetly as she reached
down and helped him out of the cool water he'd spent the night half-submerged
in. Joel winced as Angela helped him to his feet and out of the chamber. His
entire body was sore; his muscles ached as if he had spent the entire previous
day at the gym. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light, it took
him a moment to remember why he was in pain, as well as to remember where he
was and who he was with. But then it all came flooding back into focus. A rush
of images flashed through his mind: Angela picking him up from school,
molesting him in the car, claiming his virginity in the hot tub, and finally
torturing him in the dungeon. He became suddenly aware not just of the pain in
his muscles but the residual pain in his groin. His balls were still aching,
and his limp penis was red and raw from both the thrashing that Angela had
given it with the tiny whip, but also the hot melted wax she had coated it in
afterwards. He felt her hands on his body, helping him to his feet, and
looking down at them, followed the line of her arms to her shapely chest, and
then up to her smiling face. They locked eyes, and his jaw dropped open in
fear. His whole body began to tremble in her grasp, and she had to tighten her
grip to keep him from falling back in. Wrapping her arms around him, she
hugged him to herself, her bountiful breasts pressing against the naked skin
of his chest, their faces mere inches apart.

Angela laughed at his frightened expression, looking upon him with bemused but
kind eyes. "Don't be afraid, child," she said soothingly, gently stroking his
back. "You have nothing to fear from me today. You were a bad boy last night,
and you deserved to be punished. But the punishment is over now, and all is
forgiven. I know you'll be a good boy from now on, won't you?"

Joel swallowed hard and nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am," he answered timidly.

Angela beamed at him and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. "I know you
will, Sweetie. My boys are always good when they're properly motivated. Come
along now."

Breaking off the embrace, she took Joel's hand and led him through the door
and out towards the pool. Squinting in the sunlight, Joel looked around for
the shirt and pants he had left on the ground the night before. But it was no
use; they were nowhere to be found.

"Where are my clothes?" he asked.

Angela laughed. "You won't need them today, Silly."

"You mean you want me to walk around like this all day?"

She stopped, turned around, and put her hands on his hips. "I like you naked,"
she grinned, "so I've decided to keep you that way for the rest of your stay.
Don't worry; I've put your clothes in safe place. You'll get them back
tomorrow. Now, how's that sexy young body of yours doing?"

"I'm really sore," he confessed. "My body hurts all over."

"I know just the thing for that," she answered. "What you need is a brisk
morning swim. It's just the thing to get your muscles back into shape; get
that lactic acid flowing again."

Joel groaned and looked apprehensively at the water. "Angela, I don't think I
can do it."

Angela's expression suddenly went cold, and she fixed Joel with a steely
glare. He suddenly realized that he had made a potentially fatal error.
Without a word, she reached down and took his balls in her hand, getting a
firm grip on them. Joel froze, as still as a statue, his heart pounding in his
chest. He swallowed hard. His nuts still hurt from the previous evening's
torture session; he didn't think he could take any more punishment. If she
squeezed them now...

"You are forgetting your place," she said quietly.

"I-I'm sorry—" Joel answered in a panicked stammer.

"Shut up," she snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. "You will speak only
when spoken to. Do you understand me? The only words I want to come out of
that pretty little mouth of yours are ‘Yes, Ma'am.'"

"Y-yes, Ma'am," he stuttered.

"How dare you call me by my first name? Didn't your mommy teach you any
manners?" Joel stared at her, dumbfounded, his mouth agape. "Well?" she
snapped, tightening her grip on his balls.

"Yes Ma'am!" he gasped in pain.

"You are not afforded the privilege of addressing me as an equal," she said
harshly. "I am your superior in every way, and you will do well to remember
that. I am not your girlfriend," she spat out. "I am not your Prom date. I am
your Mistress, and you will address me as such."

"Yes, Mistress," he moaned.

Angela let go of his balls, promptly seized his limp, raw, reddened penis in a
viselike grip, and twisted it like a corkscrew, digging her fingernails into
the irritated skin. Joel gasped and whimpered in pain, tears forming in his
eyes, his knees shaking. "You must be really stupid, Joel," she growled. "I
didn't have to be so nice to you today, you know. You didn't deserve it, but I
woke up in a good mood and you were in my good graces. How thick do you have
to be to screw that up?" She tightened her grip and twisted his dick even
more, and Joel had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as tears streamed
down his cheeks. "Oh, does this hurt?" she snapped, and dug her fingernails in
deeper. Joel nodded frantically, his face beet red. "You don't know what pain
is," she responded angrily. "You think this is pain? This is nothing. I can
bring my wrath down on this pathetic little excuse for a prick in ways you
can't even comprehend. I can cut a habanero pepper in half and scrub your cock
with it. I can get in every little nook and cranny, and then shove the rest of
it up your ass when I'm done. How would you like me to smear wasabi into the
eye of your penis? You won't be able to piss for a month without being
reminded of the things I can do to you. And that's just the beginning. Oh, and
don't think you'll be able to just pass out like you did last night," she
added, shaking her head. "No way. I won't let you get off that easy again. I
have ways of keeping you awake for hours and hours of playtime."

"I'm sorry!" he wailed. "I'm so sorry! Please, please forgive me—please don't
hurt me any more!" He clasped his hands together, begging her for forgiveness.
"You're right," he sobbed. "You're right, Mistress, I deserve it, I was bad, I
was stupid, I deserve to be punished, I do, but it was a mistake and I promise
I'll never do it again and please please please have mercy!" This last bit was
nearly unintelligible as Joel was quickly dissolving into a pool of tears, but
nevertheless, Angela's expression softened. Inside, though, she was
smiling—she had her little slave right where she wanted him.

Angela regarded his pleading and teary face for a long moment. "Very well,"
she finally sighed, and let him go.

Joel gasped in relief, reflexively cupping his hands over his privates once
she had released them. "Oh, thank you, Mistress," he cried. "Thank you so
much!" He briefly extended his arms to her, as if to hug her in a surge of
gratitude, but then thought better of it.

"On your knees," she ordered harshly. She was having an enormous amount of
fun, but she kept her enjoyment to herself, and simply glared down at him
sternly.

Joel hurried to obey and dropped to his knees, looking up expectantly at
Angela, his face slicked with tears.

Angela took a step towards him, closing the small distance between them.
Placing her hands on her hips, she thrust her pelvis forward so that her
clitoris was right in his face. "Kiss it," she commanded.

Joel hesitated, but he obediently leaned forward and timidly kissed her
panties.

"You're going to have to apologize better then that," chuckled Angela. "If you
want my forgiveness, you've got to grovel for it. I want you to kiss me like
you mean it. Kiss me like I kissed you yesterday. Show me you know your
rightful place."

Joel swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and obeyed, kissing her passionately
between her legs. He closed his eyes and pretended that her swollen labia were
her lips, and they were back at his school, making out for the first time.

"Mmm, that's it," sighed Angela. She let him kiss her like that for several
seconds, then reached down between her legs and slid her panties to the side.
Now Joel was no longer kissing her through her underwear. His lips were making
direct contact with hers. She put her other hand on the back of his head and
pressed him closer to her, bringing him in deeper. "That's right," she told
him. "Show me you mean it. I want to be French kissed. Get your tongue in
there." Her panties out of the way, Joel obediently penetrated her with his
tongue, clumsily probing her vagina with it, licking her clitoris.

Angela smiled in triumph, affectionately stroking the back of Joel's head. But
while his apology was satisfactory, his performance left much to be desired.
This could hardly be helped, since Joel was so sexually inexperienced, and
honestly, Angela didn't feel like training Joel in the art of cunnilingus.
Besides, she had work for him to do. She enjoyed his submissive subservience
for a few more moments, and then abruptly stepped back.

"Apology accepted," she smiled down at him. Joel smiled back, panting with
exertion. "You've lost your shower privileges, however."

"Thank you, Mistress," said Joel gratefully, knowing his punishment could have
been infinitely worse.

"Do five laps in the pool," she ordered, "and meet me in the front yard."

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered. Angela smiled, stepped to the side, and placed a
foot on Joel's shoulder. Without warning she shoved him forward, sending him
flailing into the pool with a large splash. She laughed at him as he waved his
arms around frantically, trying to regain equilibrium.

"Five laps!" she called out. "And never disobey me again!" And with that she
whirled around and walked back to the house, her robe fluttering behind her.
Once she got inside, she made for the shower, eager to finish what Joel had
inexpertly started.

Once she was in the house, Joel obediently began his first lap around the
pool, knowing full well what grave fate awaited him if he did not please his
Mistress from now on. He strained with exertion as he forced himself to swim,
but after a couple of laps, he was forced to admit that he was feeling better,
and the water was very refreshing besides.

After his fifth lap, he hoisted himself out of the pool and plodded naked and
dripping to the sliding glass door that led back into the house. To his
dismay, however, he found the door to be locked. After rapping on the glass to
no avail, Joel concluded that Angela more than likely didn't want him dripping
water all over her house, and wanted him to go around the side and through the
gate into the front yard. Joel resigned himself to tromping through the grass,
and sure enough, Angela was waiting for him just outside the front door with a
knowing smirk on her face.

She had traded her robe for a pair of tiny denim shorts, but was still wearing
the fabulous push-up bra that accentuated her bodacious breasts. She was
wearing her blonde hair straight again, and pulled back away from her face. It
draped down her back like a curtain of bronze. She held one hand on her hip,
which was cocked playfully. In the other she held what looked like a high
powered nozzle connected to a green garden hose, which snaked around to the
other side of the house.

"It's about time," she grinned. "I've been waiting for you."

"Sorry," he muttered nervously, eyeing the nozzle in her hand with
trepidation. He sincerely hoped she wasn't about to do what he thought she was
about to do.

"Come stand over here," she called, pointing to a spot in her front yard about
ten feet away from her. "Time for your bath." Joel groaned to himself, but
didn't dare verbalize his reluctance. Bowing his head in submission, he
obeyed, standing where she told him to.

"Hold still," she said, smiling at his submissiveness. She raised her arm,
pointed the nozzle at him, and pulled the trigger.

The water hit him square in the gut, and he doubled over in surprise. The
water pressure was incredible; he felt like he had been punched. Angela
laughed out loud as he squirmed under the onslaught of the water stream,
instinctively throwing out his hands to protect himself. She took great
pleasure in moving the nozzle every time he did so, targeting different areas
of his naked body.

"Please, Mistress!" he cried, as the stream of water blasted him in the face.
"It's too hard, I can't take it!"

"Too bad!" she laughed, almost knocking him over with a blast to his chest.
"This is what happens when you argue with me—you lose your shower privileges!
Now I've got to blast you nice and hard to get you clean!"

Joel danced like a madman in the water spray, and as punishment for moving,
she aimed the torrent of water at his crotch several times, and nearly doubled
over in sadistic laughter when she actually nailed him. Joel moaned in pain
and collapsed to the ground, but Angela refused to let him stay there. When
she made him stand up and turn around, she sprayed him hard in the ass, and
Joel could actually feel the water surging into his anus.

Five agonizing minutes later, the ordeal was finally over, and Angela was
laughing so hard she could hardly stand up. "That was hilarious," she cried,
laughing at his misery as she wiped away a tear. "I'd say you've more than
made up for your little smart-ass comments this morning." She set the hose
down and beckoned him to her. "Come on inside," she laughed as he painfully
limped towards the front door. "I'll get you all dried off."

Joel followed Angela inside, where she had laid out a large beach towel. She
put a hand out to stop him from walking anywhere else, and retrieved another
large towel from nearby. For the next several minutes she patted him dry, and
Joel took the rare opportunity to savor the gentle touching. It seemed like
ages since she'd touched him with any sort of kindness.

"How do you feel?" she asked as she patted his butt with the towel.

"I'm still really sore," he confessed.

"Better then before, though, right?"

"I guess," he conceded, shrugging his shoulders. The swim had helped, but the
attack with the garden hose certainly hadn't.

"Don't worry," she smiled. "I'll give you a thorough rubdown when I'm done
drying you off. No tricks this time; it'll feel good, I promise."

"Thank you, Mistress," Joel answered, sighing with relief.

Angela patted dry the last bit of moistness between his legs, and she was
done. Taking Joel by the hand, she led him through the house and into an
ornate bathroom, complete with a large whirlpool tub. She tossed the wet
towels into a clothes hamper, then, guiding Joel with her hands on his hips,
directed him to stand next to the tub.

True to her word, the following experience was a pleasant one. Angela
retrieved a tube of muscle rub from the medicine cabinet, and began to apply
it to Joel's body, taking care to massage it into his sore muscles. The effect
was a nice warming sensation, easing the pain in his muscles considerably.
Angela left no part of his body unmassaged, with the exception of his
genitals, where the cream would have burned on the sensitive skin. For that,
Angela had a specially formulated aloe-based penis crème that she kept around
for just such occasions. The crème felt heavenly on his raw penis, and cooled
the irritation to a point where he was no longer in pain. He sighed in
contentment as Angela gently slathered the crème on his member, lovingly
massaging it in with her fingertips. The intimate caresses gave him a massive
erection, which Angela was fine with, since it allowed her to easily apply the
crème to every inch of his stiff organ, softly working it with care into every
nook and cranny. "But don't you dare even think about cumming on my face," she
warned. "I'll lock your cock in an iron maiden so fast it'll make your head
spin."

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered, closing his eyes and enjoying the cooling massage.

It was over too soon. Once she had coated his cock entirely in the cooling
aloe crème, she removed her hand, leaving him hard and wanting. "May I cum,
Mistress?" he asked hopefully.

"No, you may not," she answered, leaving him sexually frustrated. "I have
chores for you to do." She led him out of the bathroom as he bit his lip in
consternation. It was all he could do not to obsess over his boner as she gave
him his instructions. "I want you to clean my house," she said. "I'm not a
messy girl, so you won't have to straighten up or anything like that. I just
want you to do the basics, you know: vacuum the carpets, dust the furniture,
make the beds, that sort of thing. And don't forget to scrub the kitchen
floor. Everything you need is in this closet over here," she said, pointing it
out. "Now hop to it!" she finished, slapping him playfully on the rear end.

Joel sighed to himself and got started.

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Joel was used to cleaning naked; Dana often had him do his chores that way as
she sat and watched him, a sly half-smile on her face, her eyes scrutinizing
his every move. Sometimes she even made him dress in drag; the French maid
outfit was one of her favourites. But as he scrubbed away at Angela's kitchen
floor on his hands and knees, he was more nervous than he had ever been in his
own home. Being debased and humiliated by his stepmother was one thing, but
being debased and humiliated by the woman to whom he had just lost his
virginity to the night before was something else entirely. And it wasn't just
that—Angela kept him in a constant state of confusion. He never knew whether
she was going to inflict pain or pleasure upon him. Sure, she had made love to
him in the hot tub, which had felt incredible. But then there was the
"physical therapy" she had put him through afterwards--punishing his cock and
balls for their inability to perform to her satisfaction. She had been sweet
and kind when she woke him up that morning, but she had turned in an instant,
pummeling him mercilessly with the garden hose. And now, after giving him a
wonderful massage in the bathroom, she was watching him clean her house from
top to bottom, all the while without a stitch of clothing on.

His entire naked body tensed up as he heard her enter the room. He
instinctually scrubbed harder, mindful of the potential for further punishment
if he did not do his best. Even so, he couldn't help but risk a brief glance
up at Angela in all her glory. And just like always, she did not disappoint.
Joel's breath caught in his throat as his eyes took in her magnificence. She
wore only her pear of tight blue jean shorts; they were practically tiny
enough to be considered denim panties. She had taken off her bra and was now
topless, her hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of tarnished
gold, barely covering her exposed breasts. She held an apple in one hand, and
leaning against the kitchen counter, munched on it casually as she met his
gaze. She gave him an obsequious smile, and he hurriedly glanced down at the
floor. Eve was never this dangerous, he thought to himself. Still, whether it
was through fear or desire or both, she never failed to take his breath away.

"Make sure you scrub good and hard now," she smiled, and reaching out a bare
foot, pressed her toes into his butt. Mindful of her scrutinizing eyes, Joel
leaned forward and scrubbed the floor even harder, as Angela absent-mindedly
rested her foot on his ass.

"You're very cute, you know," said Angela, caressing his skin with her toes.
Joel's cheeks flushed, but he said nothing. "I mean it," she continued, her
big toe trailing downwards, tracing the crack of his ass. "I expect that's why
Dana keeps you naked so often. I know if you were mine, I would." Her toe kept
tracking downwards, and then without warning, lightly nudged his dangling
testicles. Joel froze, his entire body tensing up. His balls were still sore
from both the previous night's torture and this morning's "bath."

"Mmm," she purred, once again caressing his rear end with her toes. "What a
great butt you've got. So young and tight...I tell you what, Joel--just seeing
you bent over like that makes me want to strap on a dildo and fuck you right
in that sweet little ass of yours." She accentuated those last words with a
forceful shove, sending him stumbling over. She laughed merrily at his
accident, and Joel hoped for the life of him that she was just joking.

Angela watched him for several more minutes, periodically pointing out spots
that he had missed. Eventually he was finished with the kitchen floor, and she
permitted him to eat a lunch of fresh fruit, though he was of course not
allowed to put his clothes back on. Lunch was a tense ordeal; Angela kept
snaking her foot under the table and playing with his junk; pushing his aching
balls around and seizing his penis between her toes.

"When you're done cleaning my house," she said suddenly, "I want you to report
to my bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," said Joel, picking at his grapes.

"I'm going to grant you the privilege of sleeping in my bed tonight, Joel,"
she continued. Joel swallowed hard and reached for his water. He didn't know
how to respond to this, so he said nothing. As it turns out, nothing was not
the right thing to say. Angela's eyes narrowed, and she gave him a withering
glare. "You should be grateful," she said. "I allow few men the honour of
sharing my bed, let alone boys like you. In fact, I believe you're the
youngest male ever extended such a privilege. You certainly don't deserve it."

"I'm sorry," he stammered, recovering quickly. "Y-you're right; I'm sorry--I
mean, thank you, Mistress. I-I'm really honoured."

"That's more like it," she smiled. "I think I might give you another chance to
please me. Maybe you can make a better show of it then you did last night"

Joel felt a sudden pang of fear. "My balls still hurt," he protested weakly.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Angela said dismissively, brushing his protest
aside. "As long as you're a good boy, I'll be kind to your precious balls.
Deal?"

What else could Joel say? He nodded his head, resigned to following Angela's
every order.

"Then it's settled," she grinned. "I'll see you tonight. Carry on." And with
that, Angela left him to his cleaning.

Joel finished his fruit, got up from the table, and went to clean the blinds
in the living room. This was going to be a long day...