I woke up, my legs and wrist shackled

I gaze upwards at the unfamiliar region. My eyes lingering on the dirt yellow wall ceiling not knowing how, why, or what explanation their were for me being in this strange place. The last memory I had, was drinking the water Monica offered me. My physique drain of most if not all of my entergy. I gradually struggle and fight back against the heavy chains that held me prone. The room looking more and more like a cheap worn down hotel room.

My head glances down to see my little guy exclusively expose to the room. My entire body shaved from head to toe. My naked mole rat lay limp against myself. I breathe, hard through my nose as the ball gag stops me from shouting, not trying to become overwhelmed. I felt my bare smooth ass scaping the sheets below me.

As minutes pass by, the door to the room swings open slowly. Monica stood in the doorway with a plastic bag of items in hand. She wears leather pants and a white tank top. She walks inside like a person with killer instinct. No movement going to waste as she sat the sack of goods on a chair then cozy up next to me on the bed.

I jump promptly when her hand strokes my soft skinny thigh, with an intense look upon her face. The moment I jerk my leg out of socket, her face twisted into a wounded expression. She shook her head in a slight disapproving manner. Her hand inches it way up my leg, stomach, and then back down to my nervous cock. My insides crawling while she place two fingers on either side of my cock, making me perceive my cock as extra small.

Without any word, her fingers strokes me. I try to look away from her, but her other hand and palm forces my eyes onto her. Her nails makes small cuts in my round cheeks. Monica dominant abyss of eyes gazes deeply into mine as my cock harden by her small strokes. I wage war with myself, not wanting to cum, or give this creepy woman the satisfaction of cumming. Regardless, my cock weakly starts oozing up my soon to be shot out orgasm.

Monica giggle an evil laugh. "Haha. You really think I'll let you cum, you one shot wonder." Her hand holding my cock in a restful position. "Now we can do this the simple way, or you can travel down the difficult path. It's your decision."

Her hand picks up the pace again, bringing me to the edge before denying me the release. Her fingers twirling my cock in a small loop as fragile moans escapes around the plastic ball gag in my mouth. My cock frequently throbs with the twinge of **** pleasure. I stare at Monica, my eyes widen not knowing why she would do this to me.

"Babe, yes, your still my babe. You might don't want me as your girlfriend right now. But I will exhibit and bring the true passion outta you. John, you don't realize what gets you going. I understand you on a much grand scale, and see the bigger picture down the road. During the next coming months, you'll be molded into the spitting image of the perfection that you yearn to be." She pause placing a hand in her bag of tricks. "Tonight you'll feel my tight unforgiving pussy along your little manhood. But you'll have to accept these items."

She pulls initially out a tiny thin metal cage in the shape of a penis. The cage bringing chills down my spine. The cell looking the precise size for my little buddy. She grins while stroking me fast. My cock near explosion as she halt the speed again. Her finger tips tapping my pink mushroom battle head playfully.

"Don't worry. This will help you control the urge to cum during the week, and I'll personally know you won't be able to cheat on me with a cheap corner stalking whore." Her hand lift the second object out of the bag. A tube shape bottle with pink and purple stripes, racing around the container became noticeable. "No need to be nervous. These are pills to boost you into your new self and life. The pills will help you and me enlightened our sexual vitality and spirit." She pops the top off, reaches inside to pull out two dazzling rosy pink pills. "So are you ready to follow your new path?"