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Monday, 5 February 2018

The prison i'm in

This is a work of fiction. 

It's a short piece with a few optional read.


Decided to change the title to be something a little more cool. 
Trying out a some new concepts. 


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Offenders are usually jailed and fined for committing an act of this nature. 
What if the system came up with a better solution to make sure it won't happen again ? 

Why jail, when you can rehabilitate ? 

The treatment though.......... can be a paradise for some...... hell for others.... 

2 men look out from a prison, one sees the bars on the windows, the other sees the stars in the sky.

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Updated 22/2/18 11.10pm
Updated 20/2/18 10.10pm
Updated 13/2/18 11.25pm
Updated 12/2/18 10.45pm
Updated 10/2/18 8.45am
Updated 8/2/18  8.45pm
Updated 7/2/18  5.45pm
Updated 6/2/18  10.40pm
Updated 6/2/18  4.00pm



Next update 23/2/18


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This is it.

My life is over.

I’m caught red handed for taking a upskirt video of this hot babe in the middle of town. I have never been that embarrassed in my entire life.

It was a moment of folly that I would regret for the rest of my life.



I thought no one was looking. It was a long escalator ride and this lady, she just literally walked right in front of me.

I will never forget her name.

Daphne . Yes, her name is Daphne,


She’s about the same height as I am, 1.65m. Her legs are long and fair and my god her hourglass figure is definitely a result of hard work and self discipline.

Dressed in a tight body hugging black dress, the hem of her dress reached so far up her knees that she needed to pull them down a little after walking up a few escalator steps.

It was so short. Her buttocks are perky and firm.

And she just parked herself in front of me, just 2 steps away.



My heart was thumping really fast when I looked at that perfect body standing in a pair of trendy black heels with straps around the ankles. Even the way her feet were placed apart was so tempting to look at. It’s not spread wide apart, but not too closely shut wither.

It was just nice

Just nice to slip a hand and a phone under for a quick snap.


I turned to look around, I was the only one behind her.

I know I shouldn’t do it but I cannot resist myself.


I took my phone and switched on the camera function.

My heart slammed against my ribcage as I put the phone under the dress for a good 2 seconds.

That intoxicating feeling gave me a high that no amount of alcohol could bring. It was like a mental orgasm, much more powerful than a physical one.
Many people would think I’m sick but I cannot help it.



The instant relieve to my anxiety is like a long awaited cure, it takes the edge off the everyday grind as a commuter. Having to squeeze through my transit ride, my only pleasure during my commute was to feast my eyes on the hot ladies I share the train with.


And on occasions like this, when an opportunity present itself, I consider it a dessert.

I don’t do it all the time.

I have standards. High standards.

I don’t just go around looking for women with short dresses or skirts. It really depends on my mood. The mood has to be just right.

The lady herself has to be my up of tea.




Classy, well dressed and confident.

I don’t want to know the colour and style of a panty of some innocent school girl or the average jane. It’s the confidence that attracts me.

My heart thumped none stop as I put my phone in my pocket.


That was it, I have my stash. All I have to do was to check it somewhere in private, and I would have my wanking material for the day.

As we come up to the top of the escalator, I watch the lady turn to her right, revealing the side profile of her face.

Her beauty and looks literally swept me off my feet. There is this sweetness in her expressionless face . As she walked, her posture, the way she hung her bag around her arms, the confidence in her stride.

Everything about her gave me an erection in my pants.



I fell in step a few metres behind her.

I wanted to go closer , to catch a whiff of her scent but was afraid of drawing too much attention.

The train station isn’t exactly crowded right now.



I watch her get on another escalator and my heart started it’s rampage again, sending this kidney wrenching excitement down my spine.

She got on, reached into her bag and started to fiddle with her phone as I stood 2 steps behind her. It was another long escalator ride. It was the only escalator in that section of the station, for those coming down, they would have to either use the lift or take the stairs.

Since my position is slightly elevated, I have no worries about those on the stairs seeing what I would be doing.

Turning around for a quick check, there was no one behind me either.



I switched on the camera function and went in for another shot between her legs.

How would I have guessed that she turned around at that very moment and caught me in the act.

My heart literally stopped right there and then as she screamed.



“what are you doing !!!!!!!!!!!!!aHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

I panicked and instead of running, I tried to apologise.

James : sorry… sorry… it was…. It was an impulse decision…. Sorry… I’ll delete it….

She ignored me and hurried up the stairs and I could not believe my fucking luck.




Positioned right in front of the train station exit, were 2 police officers with packets of food in their hands. There was a police post a stone throw away from where we were, they were probably out getting supper.

The lady ran towards the police officer and my life is over.


Just like that.

I stood dumbfounded at the top of the escalator as she pointed towards me.

I didn’t not run, I did not resist.



She demanded I unlock my phone and I did so accordingly.

Damm the police officers who got a free look at the sexy bums and pink lacy boyshorts, I could see one of them raise his eyebrow for just a second before regaining his composure.

What happened next came in a blur.


I was brought to the station, red handed and with the victim in tow.


I’m really fucked this time.

When the investigating officer came, I admitted to everything. There was no point in lying. Everything was there.



I was kept in the station for close to 6 hours before I was asked to call someone to bail me out.

Just as the officer was about to led me out of the interview room, another office came running with a folder in hand. He gestured for his colleague for a word and they shut the door again, leaving me alone.


5 minutes later, the officer who I had been speaking too asked me to continue waiting in the room.

Another 30 mnutes later, a lady came in.

Karen : Hi I’m Karen.

James: Hi…. Hi….



Karen : James… I’m going to give you a chance ok… so you think carefully before answering me…

James: what do you mean ??


Karen said that cases like mine is pretty straight forward, I will be charged, fine and likely face a jail term of between 4-6 weeks.


Karen : you’re fucked…. Really…. A jail term…. Can you imagine how that will look on your resume…… you face will be splashed all over the papers and internet……


I swallowed a gulp of saliva and kept quiet.


Karen : I can make all that go away…. Because it’s your lucky day today….

James : errrr…. Ok…




Karen : We have a new initiative….. a program so to speak…

James: What program…?

Karen said that the program is workable only if both the victim and the defendant is agreeable.

Karen : The victim, Daphne has agreed to the program… so if you agree to it….. instead of a fine, a jail term….. all you need to do is go through the program…

My eyes lit up and immediately nodded my head eagerly.



Anything .

Any fuck thing you want. I will do community work, social volunteering, anything.

James : yes… yes… I agree… I will do it….


Karen laughed and asked me to calm down.


Karen : relax…. Hahah…… it’s a 6 month rehabilitation program….. where you will be… rehabilitated… so you won’t do something like that ever again.

James: ok sure…. Can…



Karen : you are not allowed to contact anyone…. Or to leave the location of treatment for the entire period…..

James: ok… can…. I’ll just say I’m on a business trip to my family….. and… and take a sabbatical form office….


Karen said I’m allowed 1 phone call a month just to let my family know I’m ok and I nodded my head.

Karen : good….if you have no other questions….. please sign here…


She produced a thick booklet which I did not even read.

James: You…. You sure…. After this program… all would be cleared….?? There would not be any records ??

Karen : As long as you follow instructions…. There is no reason why you will not pass this

Karen nodded.



She added that the ultimate evaluator of the program would be the victim, Daphne.

James : but… but what if after going through the program… the victim…. Don’t want to give me a good evaluation…..



Karen : Don’t worry…. The charge will disappear regardless of her evaluation…. Her evaluation report however…. Will determine if there is a need to increase the length of the treatment…. It can be extended by up to 6 months if necessary….

I nodded and immediately signed the document.


Karen smiled.

Karen : Good… thank you for your cooperation James…. I’m sure after this…. You would not be taking any more upskirts….

I swallowed a gulp of saliva as I continued waiting in the room.




30 minutes later, Karen came in and gave me 1 week to settle my personal matters before reporting back to the same police post for my treatment.

I stepped out of the police post at 7am in the morning.


I pinched myself to make sure this was all not a nightmare.

I walked towards the bus stop, feeling the worst I have ever been and 20 steps before reaching the stop, I stopped in my track as I came face to face with Daphne.



Dressed in the same clothes she was in the night before, she glared angrily at me. I bowed my head and mutter sorry when I got closer before quickly walking away.

As I got back home, I collapsed onto my bed and sigh.




Well. Nothing can be worst than being charged with taking upskirt and having my photo splashed all over the news right ?


Or perhaps…. Im wrong…




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After a quick nap, I woke up with a head full of sweat as I had a nightmare of myself running out of the courtrooms with reporters in toll trying to snap my picture.
This is the problem with this country.



They have no qualms about splashing the picture of a Singaporean all over the news. It doesn’t matter what law you break, as long as you are local, they will splash you all over the internet.
Whereas if you are a foreigner, the media would hesitate to do something similar for fear of stirring up anti-immigrants sentiments.

Just look at all the articles, it’s got to the point that when the news don’t identify the nationality of the offender, chances are it’s a foreigner. I could clearly see my own article in my dream.

My full name and a picture of my face on the front page.




“Pervert Singaporean Chinese male caught trying to take upskirt”

It made me wonder if the space is long enough for such a long headline.


1 week. I had 1 week to get my affairs in order and time is ticking.



I fired up my computer and set up my bill payments, my allowance to my parents and sold more than half my stock holdings. It’s almost like a jail term for 6 months with no access to the outside world, I wonder what would happen within that period.

Perhaps the market would crash, another depression would happen, I might come out without a job. I don’t know.




Thankfully I have always been a thrifty person and since breaking up with my girlfriend 1 year ago, my expenses have been pretty low. I will survive this.

I will definitely survive this as long as I don’t get charged and to prison.

Once I’m more or less settled with my matters, I decided to do a search online for Daphne.

Since I fucked up my life because of her, it was only right that I find out exactly who she is.



I had a copy of the police statement I gave and  there was a copy of agreement I signed as well for the new program. Inside had the full name of Daphne as well.

Google churned up her name in no time and I went to her social media profile.


My heart started beating faster when I look at her social media photos.

Daphne looked even better on photos and I could tell there is this rebellious streak in her despite her demure appearance.




She’s health conscious, likes to workout and from what I could tell, she is currently single.

Of course she is single. If she is not, why would she even go through the trouble of participating in the program that would take up 6 months of her time. She would have sent me straight to jail


Her facebook profile is a little outdated. The picture she used was from 3 years back base on the comments on them.







She definitely looked a lot better now.

Daphne is 29 this year, same age as me in fact. Her occupation listed her as a consultant in a trading company.



I trawled through other social media platforms and found her Instagram as well.


The pictures over there are more recent and updated.


As I digested the images of Daphne, I was filled with anxiety and anger.




How could I have been so clumsy and got myself caught red-handed ?

I spent the next 3 hours cleaning up my computer and getting rid of all the porn I had downloaded over the years. Those that were worth keeping, I uploaded it into the cloud. I wiped all traces of it from my hardisk and even bought a program to re-write all the information on it just to make sure it cannot be retrieved.


I wank myself to sleep that day to Daphne’s photos. When I came, I exploded with a loud and angry grunt, part of me hoping I could do it to her in person.
It’s just a upskirt picture, I didn’t even touch her.



What’s the big deal ?

I cleaned up and went to bed.

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Needless to say, my boss was shocked with my sudden announcement of taking a sabbatical. I could tell he wasn’t pleased but there wasn’t much I can do.

Honestly I don’t know if my position will still be available when I’m out in 6 months.
No matter how I look at it, it’s still better than going to jail.




2 days before my treatment starts, I went on a binge eating spree. I called up a couple of my friends and went for hotel buffets before drinking myself silly. It’s common sense.
They may term it as treatment but I would be stupid to think that it’s a resort getaway.


It’s bound to be hard, probably involve some manual labour.
There would probably be a lot of interviews and assessments. Visits to the shrink, maybe get prod at by scientist to find out what exactly is wrong with me in the head.





1st June 2017

Thursday


10.00am



The first day of my treatment.

I wasn’t exactly given a packing list so I don’t know what to pack. I just filled my suitcase with clothes and stuff I think I would need for the next 6 months.

I alighted at the police station from the cab and dragged my trolley case into the station.
My heartbeat got faster again as I immediately came face to face with Daphne.

She was there too, sitting on a bench. Her arms were folded and her head was turned as she looked at me.



I felt a twitch in my groin as I remembered the images I called up the night before as I masturbated to her picture for 1 last time.
I quickly looked away and sat down.

It was not a long wait.

Karen appeared with 2 folders in hand and gestured for both of us to follow her. We walked down a small corridor and entered a meeting room of sort. There were a few other individuals present as well.



After we took our seats, Karen immediately began.

She started by saying for the record that both Daphne and I are willing participants of this new initiative.

Karen : Both of you are here out of your own free will…. James…. upon completion of the program…. All records of your acts will be expunged……you will not be charged….any questions ??



James : nn… no…no….

Karen : Daphne, thank you so much for agreeing to do this….. as per the agreement… we need the assessment reports daily………and the allowance will be credited into your account by the end of the month…..

Daphne : ok…

There were more non disclosure agreements to be signed which we got out of the way within the next 10 minutes. Karen left with Daphne first before I was ushered to get a full body checkup.



There was nothing much to elaborate on that, one of the guys in the room brought me to a clinic across the road, I got a basic health checkup to make sure I’m fine before bringing me back to the police station.

After getting back in, I entered a room with a pair of medical staff. One of them introduced herself as Dr Sim and she gave me 2 injections.



James : What… what is this for ??

Dr Sim : …. Part of the treatment… don’t worry….everything will be fine….

After the shot, I was left in the room.



12.00pm

I was given a bottle of water and a sandwich as I ate quietly in the room. My phone was still with me and I wrestled the thought of calling someone up but decided otherwise.



12.45pm



Karen appeared with Daphne and I was told to follow them.

We got into Karen’s car. My luggage went into the boot, Daphne took the front seat while I sat at the back.



No one spoke during the journey.

A 15 minutes drive later, we arrived at the a housing estate in Bedok.

Nothing special, just a block of flats.



I wanted to take my luggage but Karen asked me to leave it.

Karen : You won’t need it…. Leave it…


James : what … but…




Karen : hurry up…..

I got into the lift and I could feel the anxiety building up in my body.

I’m a little freaked out.

I know, it’s not a prison, it’s just a normal flat. What is there to be freaked out about ?

Exactly.



That was why I’m worried.



Everything seemed normal.

Too normal in fact.



Karen kept looking at her watch, she must be in a hurry to get somewhere.

This pretty much meant I would be alone with Daphne soon.

I tried to play out my plan in my head.



I shall apologies to Daphne the moment I am alone with her. If we’re going to go through the assessment for the next 6 months, I rather we do it properly. Get off on the right footing if you get what I mean.

We arrived on the 12th floor and we stepped out of the lift.



Daphne turned left and my heart literally stopped beating when I see her reach into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys. I could even see a little froggy keychain on it as she unlocked the gate.

Then she put her thumb against the electronic lock before keying in a 8 digit password.

Something is wrong.



My eyes darted around the exterior of the house.

Shoe rack, a couple of plants. A old umbrella.


No.

No.


No. this is not right.


I thought I’m heading somewhere for treatment.

What is this ?



The door opened and I felt Karen give me a gentle shove.

The moment I stepped into the house, my heart started beating faster and faster.

The colour of the walls, the furnitures. The pillows on the couch.
The pictures.



The pictures on the walls, the tables.



Daphne.



It was all Daphne.

This is not some treatment facility.

This is Daphne's house.... 




I turned to look at Karen who shut the door behind us and she pulled out this thin silver necklace of sort. It’s about 1cm in diameter and it looked like a ring but it’s not.

Karen : This is a tracker…. You have to wear this at all time…..it’s waterproofed…. You can shower with it…. If this comes off…. The deal is off…. The program is off… you go to the courts immediately…. You understand… ?

James : yes…yes….



I could head the beep as the ends of the ring connected around my neck. It’s almost like a mechanical buzz.

Karen took out a few more smaller rings and put them on the table without a word.




Karen  : Alright… I’ll leave you guys to it then….

James : what !??  wait… wait… what am I supposed to do ?? …. How ? … wait…

Karen : don’t worry… Daphne will take you through the daily tasks and reports…. Good luck James….



Before I could fire off another question, Karen left and the door shut.

My throat felt dry.

What the fuck is this man ?

You are saying what ? I need to stay with Daphne for the next 6 months ?

I mustered up enough courage to turn around and look at Daphne in her eyes.



James : Dap…. Daphne… i….ermmm.. I just want to say… I’m really sorry…. For what I did…. I hope…. I hope you can forgive me… and…. And we can finish this program and get on with our lives….



There…
I said it.



I laid out my cards.

Daphne looked at me without saying a word before pulling out her phone.

She held it up, and I could see her opening up an app.

I could only gasp when I saw her put her finger on a button on the app.



I gasped because there was nothing else I could do as I had collapsed onto the ground.
I was shaking. It’s like someone sent a jolt of electricity into my body.

All my muscles were tensed up as I shivered on the floor looking up helplessly at Daphne who put 3 fingers of her to her lips and said the very first words I’ve heard her say.



Daphne : Oops….

Day 1…. I already feel I’m fucked….



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The pain came in waves before concentrating into a pin prick that struck into my raw nerves deep into my spine. All I could do was groan on the ground as I looked up at Daphne.

My mind was still working even though my body was not.


It makes sense.

I’m a guy after all and if they were going to put me in Daphne’s house for 6 months, she has to have some form of protection against me.



This isn’t exactly rocket science either, electric prods have been used on livestocks. Stun guns on criminals and all.

Daphne was scrolling through her phone while she cast me a couple of glances.



I wanted to tell her to stop fiddling with that fucking app if she doesn’t know what it does but I could not muster up enough breath to speak.

Daphne put down her phone and hurried to the table. She was reaching for the rings that Karen had left behind.



She bent down in front of me and she started to put them on me. They were not exactly rings, more like bracelets and anklets. I heard the same electronic buzz when they clamped on upon contact with my bare skin and Daphne immediately went to check her app again.

It took a good 3 minutes before I could sit back up and Daphne was still looking at her phone.


James : Hey… hey… please… stop… don’t need to worry about me…. I’m not some fucking pervert that wants to rape you or anything…. I just want to….

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt the jolt again. This time it started from my wrist and my foot up.


I gasped as I lost balance again , slamming butt first onto the ground before going into spasm once more.

Fuck. I don’t believe this.

She did it again.


Daphne : that wasn’t me by the way….



What the fuck is she talking about.

If not her, who else could have done it.

Daphne : There is a proximity range ….. all the rings have to be within 50cm off the ground… or it will go off….


As I digested what she just said, my mind visually drew out a diagram as I worked the math.

Fuck.

50cm.


That’s like half a metre. What is this ?


Does this mean I cannot even stand up on my feet ?

Daphne squat down in front of me again as she looked at me. She looked intrigued, almost curious as she observed me.


Daphne : I’m also trying to figure out the controls…. but…. We can do it along the way….

I can’t even speak as I look at her, totally speechless.

I have so many questions. I don’t even know what the fuck am I supposed to do at her house.


Daphne on the other hand seemed to know what is going on.

I manage to sit up and was about to stand up but decided otherwise.


I’m not getting fucking hit again by the shock.

Daphne went into her room and brought out a small box. She handed me a phone, yes a phone.

She told me that it only works one way.

Daphne : It’s been programed… you can only receive calls and messages from me… you can’t call out…. and no internet access….

James : what ? …. What is this?



Daphne : So I can tell you what to do when I’m not around…. Here… follow me…

I was about to get up but Daphne stopped me in the nick of time.


Daphne : oh… oh… oh… no…. hahah… unless you want to get shocked again…. Hahah…

She walked on into her room as I looked around before doing the only thing I can think of.

I crawled.


I fucking crawled like a dog behind Daphne into the room.




Once inside, I saw a mattress on the ground. Right beside it was black pad of sort. It looked like those stuff you see in the shops. You know, they scan your purchases with it to deactivate the RFID tags within so you don’t set off the alarm when you leave.


Daphne : That’s the charging pad…. If those chains go below 20% battery… you’ll get hit every 5 minutes until they get charged….


James : What the fuck !....

Daphne : And stop cursing in my house…



Daphne pointed to a mattress on the floor and said this would be where I’m sleeping at night.

James : What about my clothes ?.... where do I shower ?? ….. my toothbrush and… and…

Daphne shook her head and said those are not the priority right now.


James : What is the priority then ?


Daphne : I’ve got some programming and stuff I need to key into the app…. So it can give you the tasks to do when I’m out for work tomorrow…. I already took leave today….

She pointed to a glass and a water dispenser in my so call room.


Daphne : Water is there…. Food…. Is by my discretion as well…

James : What …? …


Daphne : It’s still better than going to jail I assure you… you can have my leftovers… I usually can’t finish my food….


I don’t believe what I’m hearing.

This is a nightmare.


It has to be.

It doesn’t make sense.



Where is my treatment ? Where are the doctors or nurses that is going to treat me. ?


Who is going to cure me of my upskirt fetish ?


James : This doesn’t make any sense to me ? … isn’t this supposed to be some new program…. To… to… to you know…. Rehabilitate me…..


Daphne was still scrolling through her phone as she cast a look at me. She nodded as if acknowledging what I just said but went back to scrolling through her phone.

James : Hey.. I’m talking to you ….



Suddenly the black charging pad buzzed.

Around the rim of the 1.5m x 1.5m pad, it glowed a light shade of red.
Then I could hear the beeping sound.


James : what is that !! what is that !!!

Daphne pointed to the pad and asked to quickly get on it…


Daphne : get on… get on !! quick…

James : what ? why ?? why ??



Daphne : quick !!...

I scrambled on all fours like a dog to get onto the pad and the sensors immediately reacted accordingly. The light around the rims turned a shade of green.



James : What’s happening ?? what’s happening ?

Daphne looked at the pad I was on before nodding her head and looking back at her phone.

James : Hey !... what’s happening ??



Daphne : Wait… wait… I’m trying to learn here….

It was then I made another mistake of getting off the pad. The moment I did, I was hit with another round of shock. The spasms I got was so strong that I was shaking and drooling on the floor within seconds.



Daphne laughed and told me that when that was activated, I was to remain on the pad until it shuts down.



Daphne : You step out of it you’re going to get shocked again… hahaha…

I could not even muster a reply as I scrambled to climb back on.


Daphne : ok… ok… hahah… I think I get the gist of it… hahaha….

She just walked away, leaving me in the room.

I had no choice but to stay on the pad.

This is fucked up.

I need to give my feedback to Karen. There had to be some channel for me to communicate. A treatment is a 2 way thing right ?


Whether it’s effective or not, I need to give my feedback.



I remained on the pad for close to 30 minutes before the lights went off.

Even when it did, I was too afraid to move out of the boundary.


There was this fear inside me that I would get hit again if I made a wrong move.


Daphne waltz over to the room entrance and peeped in with half her head showing from the door.



Daphne : Still alive ?? hahaha…

I did not think that was funny and I did not react.


Daphne : come on…. let me give you a tour of the house….

I stopped myself in the nick of time from standing up and scurried on all fours behind Daphne.

It was her house alright and we started in the living room.



It’s a chic place for a single woman. Designer d├ęcor, everything is kept neat and tidy.
There is a nice fragrant scent to the place, much like entering a upmarket spa.

Daphne brought me around the living room and told me I could watch TV if I wanted.


Daphne : only after you finished all your assigned task…. Your phone will show what needs to be done….

After that we went to the kitchen.


The fridge’s handle looked like it had been modified. Daphne explained that if I touched that with the bracelets around my wrist, I would get hit again.

Daphne : in short… you are not allowed to open the fridge….



James :What if I get hungry ??

Daphne : I will decide when and what you get to eat….


I wanted to protest but thought better of it.

Just survive the 1st day for now and see how things play out.


Daphne showed me the cleaning supplies, the washing machine, the dryer. She even showed me the bathroom I was to use.

Since there was no way I could even sit up properly on a toilet bowl, I had to use the old school squatting pan.

Daphne : clean it after every use…. I get cranky when I see a dirty bathroom…. And you don’t want to see me cranky…



My jaw dropped an inch as Daphne waved her phone in my face with a grin.

There are 3 bedrooms in the house.

Daphne’s room is out of bound, there was clearly a strip of sensor glowing red light at the edge of her room boundary.

Daphne : Go in there… you will die… you hear me… you will die….



I nodded my head.

The other room was the laundry and ironing room. There are stacks of clothes waiting to be ironed and 2 large basket of laundry waiting to be washed right by the entrance.

Last room would be mine.


Daphne told me that she can control the pad remotely from work, and if activated, I was to be on it within 3 minutes.

Daphne : I can see you….. from there….

She pointed to a camera covering the area where I sleep.



There could not be the only camera in the house. There had to be more.
I just kept quiet and mentally took note of everything.

Every detail would come in handy if I were to survive for the next 6 months.

Daphne : ok…. Now… let me see…. Ok….


Daphne looked at her phone, referring to the app instruction before looking back at me.


Daphne : Take off your clothes…


James ; What??


Daphne : Take off your clothes… go on….


James : What the fuck… no…. why would I take off my clothes ??? what is wrong with you ??

Daphne turned the app towards me and showed me her thumb hovering 1mm away from the button that would send another jolt of electricity into my body and I quickly pulled off my top.

James : ok… ok… don’t… don’t….



Daphne : your pants as well…

I could not believe this.



I pulled off my pants, leaving only my boxers.



Looking at Daphne, I tried to calculate my moves.

Her phone is the control. I could jump her, grabbed it and maybe pin her down. Then perhaps we can negotiate a better way to do this.

I just want to get my 6 months over and done with.


Maybe lay down some ground rules.

I tried to think how to jump Daphne and pin her down but realised the restriction I was faced with.



The 50cm limit from the floor.

Fuck.

Whoever designed this has given this some thought.


I would only be able to do it if Daphne comes down to my level, perhaps when she’s squatting or lying down.

Daphne : hey… your boxer too…


James ; What !! …. I’ll be naked….

Daphne showed me her phone and thumb again as I pulled off my boxer.


Needless to say, I covered my privates with my hand as I kneeled with my head bowed low

The next thing she says really takes the cake.
I don’t fucking believe this. She asked me to remove my hand.



She fucking ask me to remove my hands covering my cock.


Who is the pervert here ?? You tell me..

You tell me.

I merely took a upskirt picture.

Here she is asking to see my cock.




I removed my hands , exasperated beyond words.

What the fuck man. Go ahead and see.

I have nothing to hide.

I got a good girth and a full 5.5 inch when erected. Nothing to be shameful about.

I looked at Daphne’s feet, her calves as I slowly traced her legs upwards to her thighs.

I watched her fair legs disappear under her grey cotton shorts. Her cotton shorts held on tightly to her bottom, revealing on the slightest tease of a camel toe.



Then her white singlet. It was too short to cover her tummy area properly, revealing a 1 inch circumference of her slender and toned waist.

And her belly button of course.


My eyes went higher as I looked at how full her breasts are. I could see the peek of her grey bra strap that is not aligned with the thin strap of her singlet.

Daphne put down her phone and she squat down, hugging her knees to look at me.

This is it.


My chance.

Her phone is on the desk. She’s down to my level.



Then the unexpected thing happened.

Daphne came closer and she just stared.

She fucking just stared straight at my cock. My penis.


It was then I realise something was wrong.

That tingle that I was supposed to feel was no longer there. Daphne looked at my flaccid dick. Then she looked at me before pulling off her singlet.



I kid you not, she fucking removed her singlet, leaving only her bra.

With her good looks and smoking hot figure, my cock should be bursting with semen by then but it was not.

My heart beat faster and faster as Daphne’s grin got wider and wider.

She looked at me, then to my dick.



I looked at her body, her lacy grey bra and back at my cock.

My throat felt dry.


Then Daphne removed her shorts as well , squatting right in front of me in only her panty and bra.

She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head sideways as she grinned at me.

Daphne : so …. It really works I guess…. Hahahaha

I looked at my dick and there was no reaction at all.



Daphne laughed as she put her clothes back on.

James : What… what is happening… what did you do to me.. ?? !!


Daphne knelt down, cupped my face in hers as she looked at me for a good 3 seconds before giving me a slap.



SMAACK!

Daphne : That was for taking my upskirt picture…..

Before I could register the sting of the slap, Daphne dropped another bomb on me.


Daphne : If you….ever….ever… want to use that thing of yours again…. You better make sure you don’t piss me off…. Hahha… and oh yeah… you need to pass your evaluation….


With that Daphne got up, took all my clothes, chuckled and grabbed her phone before leaving me naked and shivering in the room.

It took me a good 30 minutes before I composed my emotions and got my head back on track.


No.

I will not be defeated by this. It’s the electricity. I got hit so many times. It’s natural to get erectile issues. It will be fine by tomorrow.

I will survive this.


I must.



This is better than going to jail. I kept repeating that to myself as I crawled back onto the mattress to rest.
I’m a survivor.


I will survive, no matter what it takes.


……………………….





I must have fallen asleep without realising.
The moment I was awake, I felt quite thirsty and I helped myself to the water dispenser.




I checked the pad I was on to make sure the lights were off before venturing out into the living area.

It was quiet. There was no one around.

James : Hey…. Hello…. You there ??

There was no reply and I took the opportunity to explore on my own.

I saw a mirror on a table and tried to reach for it.



The moment my left hand left the 50cm threshold, I was hit with the shock again, causing me to curse as I grabbed onto arm. It’s like someone whack me really hard , sending the purest of pain into my body.

I laid on the floor as I looked around.

Visually I mapped out the area I was confined to. Anything of significance were all placed above the threshold.


I went to the kitchen and opened up cupboards and drawers. Pots, pans, plastic bags.

I went to the laundry room and other than clothes, there was nothing interesting as well.

The laundry basket is almost full and the clothes were separated neatly into 3 piles.
The lights, the coloured and lingerie.

I hesitated as I looked at the basket of lingerie.



Part of me want to check them out, to touch them and feel the texture. I would love to smell them too, rub the soft cups of Daphne’s bra on my face as I suck in her scent.
I know I’m not the only one.

There are so many people that share the same fetishes as I do.




Many time we underestimate how powerful a turn on a smell is. The scent of a hot a pretty girl can arouse me more than seeing her naked in person.

A basket of her worn clothes, lingerie can easily provide hours of entertainment and self satisfaction.

It was really hard to resist peeking in.

Harder to tear my eyes away from the lingerie.


Daphne’s taste for lingerie is vast and wide ranging. I could see innocent plain white cotton panty, I could see a pastel pink boyshort, I could see the lace of a black g-string, I could even see a seamless hip hugging panty with prints of roses on the back of a leopard spots fabric.


Her bras, strapless, cage, in a variety of colours lined the edges of the lingerie basket. There was even a couple of sports bra, twisted beyond recognition as it laid quietly on the side.
I knew from my ex-girlfriend that it was really hard to pull of a sweat soaked sports bra at the end of a workout. I wonder if that was the case for Daphne as well.
That she would one day come back, soaked after a long run perhaps and have difficulty taking them off.



I snapped myself out of my stupor and looked at my naked body once more.

My dick was still flaccid and lifeless. I touched myself. I could still feel my fingers on the skin of my cock. It’s not numb or anything, but I could not get an erection.

Usually I would be leaking pre cum by then when faced with such a wide selection of wanking material. I’m talking about a few days worth of worn clothes sitting right there.

I tried to stroke myself as I thought of Daphne, nothing.

Absolutely nothing.



I could not get an erection.

I buried my head in my palms as I tried to calm myself down.

Recalling the series of events that happened, I remembered the injections I received. That must be it.

They gave me something.



They better not chemically castrated me.

My heart thumped faster as I shook off a shiver.

Fuck.



What if that was true. That I was chemically castrated ?

Would a jail term be the better option then ??

I heard the door being unlocked and I scrambled behind the kitchen counter.

The door opened and Daphne came in with a packet of food in hand.




Daphne : Oh… you’re up….

She shut the door and switched on the TV, turning to some Korean drama.

James : I’m… I’m hungry… is that for me ??

Daphne shook her head.

Daphne : It’s mine…. I’ll share with you…. I only eat a little.

She cannot be serious.

Daphne opened her packet of chicken rice and took a few bites while her eyes remained glued to the TV.



15 minutes later, by the time that packet of rice was given to me, it was drowning in  a pool of black sauce and chilli. The rice were all mixed as if she was trying to fry carrot cake in the container.

The chicken. There was only a couple strips of chicken breast left but plenty of chicken skin.

Daphne : Nah… for you…


I looked at her, totally speechless for a few seconds.

Part of me was hoping this was a joke, that Daphne would magically take out another portion of food for me but that was not the case.


I even had to reuse her spoon as I wolfed down the food, finishing every last scrap.




8pm

Daphne went to take a shower.



8.30pm

It was my turn to shower and there was only cold water.

I gritted my teeth as I washed myself down. At least there is soap.



I consoled myself with the fact that if I was in prison, I would not get hot water to shower as well.

After I was done, I realised I had no towel. It was all in my luggage.

James : err…ermmm…Daphne…..

Daphne : yeah ?? what ??



She called out from the living room couch, I could hear her munching on some cookies.

James : I… I need a towel…

Daphne : Tsk !....

She walked over with a frown on her face as if I had disturbed her chill out time. She gave me a glare that would have made anyone capable of an erection rape her there and then as well.

Daphne came out with a light blue towel and handed it to me.

Daphne : nah….

I thanked her with a mumble as she cast me a look at my privates before stifling a laugh.




Her towel feels so soft and warm to the touch. It’s like those high threadcount stuff you get in posh hotels.

It smells really good too.

Since I had no clothes to wear, I wrapped it around myself and settled down on the floor at the edge of the living room while looking at Daphne laugh and enjoy her cookie on the couch.


She turned and saw me with the towel.

Daphne waved her hand, gesturing at the towel around my waist.

Daphne : no.. no.. no… remove it… you’re not allowed to wear anything….

James ; What !...why ??



Daphne gave an irritated ‘tsk’ as she  reached forward for her phone after sucking her thumb and index finger off to remove the crumbs from her cookie.

James ; woah… woah… woah…..!! okk…ok… ok…



I quickly removed my towel, revealing my flaccid and lifeless dick.

Fuck. I have never felt so humiliated before in my life.

I guess this is a way for Daphne to be sure.

If I have no erection, I would be of no thread to her whatsoever.

It would be a way to constantly monitor my state of health.

Fuck. I hate to admit it. The person who planned and came up with the program is brilliant.



10.30pm


Daphne : alright…. Bedtime…. Good night….

I used the same towel as my blanket and lay down on the thin mattress.

My stomach is growling and I did the only thing I could. Water.
Lots of water.

Within 5 minutes of me drinking that water, I knew something was wrong again.

There is no way I could fall asleep that fast in a unfamiliar place.



Even the nicest hotel rooms I would have issues trying to sleep but in Daphne’s room.

On that thin mattress.

I could literally feel my world closing in on me.

They fucking drugged the water as well.

My eyelids felt really heavy and it was near impossible to fight it.


I gave up my fight eventually and fell asleep.





Day 2

7.15am


I felt Daphne kicking me and I jumped awake.

She looked gorgeous. Long sleeve white blouse and a waist high beige skirt with a slit on her side exposing almost 2 inches up her knees showing off her creamy thighs.



Her head was tilted sideways as she tried to put on her earrings.

Daphne : Wake up … hey… I’m going out to work ok…. You check your phone for the list of things to do….



James : oh… ok… but… but… what about my breakfast… lunch ?? …

Daphne threw 2 small boxes of kids cornflakes to me and that was it.

Fuck. She’s literally going to starve me.



Daphne : Ok.. ok… I’m really late….got to run… behave yourself k…. and watch the boundaries… byeee…. Have fun…. Haha…



I watched Daphne opened her shoe cabinet and I shook my head at the amount of shoes and heels she owned.

She pulled out a pair, slipped them on and left the house.


The moment the bolt turned shut, I received a list of tasks I was to complete.

I stare at my phone, unable to believe what I’m reading.



James : fuck….

Laundry, house work, even cleaning the toilet.


I wanted to scream so badly but I forced myself to calm down.

Household chores is nothing compared to a stint in prison.

Suck it up James… suck it up…



I went to the kitchen and rubbed my aching knees. All the crawling around is chaffing my skin.

I was about to check out the washing machine when my eyes caught a glint.

A glint my friend.


A metallic glint under the washer.



I looked around the kitchen and there is no sign of a camera pointed straight at me. Perhaps it’s hidden, I don’t know.

I reached in and my fingers felt the cold touch of a paper clip

A metallic paper clip.

I broke into a smile as I palmed it and pretended to try and figure out how to work the washer.

So what if I have a paper clip ?



Well , I don’t know what I can do with it but I know if I were to survive this, I need an inventory.

An inventory of everyday stuff that would help me.

Everyday stuff that you don’t even give a 2nd look.



This thin line of hope was all I could grasp onto.

I’m not doing some fancy prison break of course.


I just want to even the odds a little.



Maybe negotiate a easier way to pass the 6 months, or get the functions of my cock back or something. Maybe get hold of Daphne’s phone.

As I chuckled, lost in thoughts, something hit me.

Wouldn’t it be fun…… if Daphne was the one with the collars and the bracelets…. While I held the phone…. ?




………………………………..






Looking at the pile of laundry, I estimate it would take me almost half a day to sort them through. My stomach is screaming as well.

The 2 small packets of cereal is seriously not going to cut it but I’ll just have to make do.

I took 3 small bowls from one of the low level drawers and separated the 1st box of honey stars into 3 portions.



Knowing that my water in the room is fucked up, I chose tap water from the toilet instead. Thank god for the quality of water we get from the tap in this country.
Or rather, thanks to the foresight of the 1st generation of leaders this country had.


I could wolf it all down but I know I will get hungry in no time. I need to split it up.

I drank as much water as my stomach could handle before filled all 3 bowls with water.

I’ll let the cereal soak and puff up so it will be more filling.



While my breakfast is soaking, I went to Daphne’s laundry room and pulled out her basket of work clothes.

One by one, I went through every pocket.

Most of her clothes didn’t have pockets but I manage to find a hair clip and a 50 cent coin in the pocket of her romper suit.
In another of her denim shorts, I found a safety pin.


There was this exhilarating feeling in me as I put the items aside.



I’ve read somewhere that people in prison comes up with the most ingenious tools. Perhaps we all needed circumstances like this to force us to be creative.

I was about to reach for the controls for the washer when I was hit with another jolt of shock.

James : fuck !... arghhhhhh

I forgot about the 50cm rule and my right arm was now numb with pain.


I cursed and dropped Daphne a text about the issue. While I’m at it, I told her I can’t reach the washer and the ironing board as well if I were to remain on my knees.




Daphne sms : I’ll remove the height constraints in kitchen…. Gimme a minute.

So, she can control the height restriction as well from her phone. Can she active my cock or something from it too ?

Daphne sms : done… try again…


I almost rolled my eyes as I cautiously reached my hand upwards.

Phew. Nothing.

I got up onto my feet slowly and stretched myself.


Feels so much better to be up on my feet.



While the 1st load of laundry is underway, I ate up my 1st bowl of puffed up cereal.

Heading back to Daphne’s laundry room, I dragged out the rest of her clothes that needed to be washed and place them in the kitchen. Then I went to the pile of clothes that needed to be folded.

I spent about 20 minutes folding her t-shirts, shorts, even bras and panty.



I even smell them, placed the soft satin panty on my cheeks but still, I could not get an erection.

It’s a really weird feeling. I know I’m aroused, I know I’m horny and there is this feeling of restlessness inside me yet there was nothing I can do about it.


The frustration is really hard to describe.

After I was done with the folding of clothes, I went to the soiled lingerie basket.

I pulled out the bra right at the very bottom. Pressing it to my nose, I wrapped my flaccid cock with a damp panty that was coiled together with a pair of tight workout pants. I tried to work myself into arousal but still, nothing.



I gave up trying and went on to sweep the house with exception of the master bedroom. I could see the angry glow of the red warning lights. A painful reminder of what would happen if I crossed it sent a shudder through my spine.


10am


The 1st load of laundry was done and I promptly hung it up. Those that were dryer friendly, I put it in.  


10.30am

I ate my 2nd bowl of puffed up cereal. I’m still fucking hungry.



By 1pm, I was done with the laundry and I embarked on an ambitious task of ironing Daphne’s clothes.
Fuck I cannot believe how much clothes she has.


She could probably go through 3 months without repeating her wardrobe.



2.30pm


I finished my lunch rations and washed it down with a shit load of tap water.

I was too hungry to split it up into 3 portions.

3.30pm

All the task assigned to me was completed and I found myself staring at the empty house wondering what else to do.

I went to the living room and started going through the drawers and cabinets.

I barely got 5 minutes in when I felt the shock hit me all over my body again as I rolled on the floor, cursing and drooling.



James :arhghhhhhhhhhhhhh!...

I coughed and panted as I tried to get up.


Then I was fucking hit again when I barely got on my feet.


It took me longer to recover the 2nd time round. I crawled to my phone and saw messages waiting for me from Daphne.

Daphne sms : what are you doing going through my cupboard !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



The next message that followed was ;

Daphne sms : height restriction back on !!!! idoit !!!


I collapsed onto my back as I massaged my head.


Looking around the living room, I deduced that there is probably a camera in there.


Camera 1 in my room.


Camera 2 in living area.



I don’t know if it’s just by chance Daphne happen to be watching when I was snooping around. There should be a camera in every room I guess except her master bedroom.

Then again, why didn’t she hit me when I was sniffing or trying to masturbate with her lingerie ?

Maybe she was not looking at the cameras then perhaps ?




It’s ok, I have time.

I’ll just need to find out where all the cameras are.


6.00pm

I was starving.


I found myself sprawled onto the floor like a lifeless dog by the main entrance waiting for Daphne to come back home.



7.30pm


I swore I would have wagged my tail when I heard the bolt of the door turn.
I was jumping for joy when I saw Daphne come into the house.

Daphne : have you been good today James ?? hahah

Oh the balls she has in her.

She’s literally treating me like a dog.


I managed a smile but did not give a reply.


Daphne put down her bag and I watched her slip off her heels.

She was a plastic bag in her hand and I could smell food.



Definitely food.

Daphne walked by me, and she fucking run her hand through my hair before heading to the laundry room.

Daphne : good job !!... well done !... hahahaha… Thanks James… hahah.. really appreciate this… hhaa..


She chuckled as she checked out the kitchen and the rest of the house, commenting that she was glad the house is in 1 piece.

She switched on the TV and set her food down by the coffee table.

I could not care much about the humiliation by then.

I was too hungry to care.


I crawled over to her side and just looked at her.



Daphne cocked her head sideways and raised an eyebrow.

Daphne : ok… now seems like a good time to do the assessment. …

James : huh ?


Daphne opened up her food, flooding the entire living area with the smell of her char grilled chicken chop.  

Daphne did not even look at me when she asked me if I would take upskirt pictures again.

Daphne : Would you take upskirt pictures again ??



I immediately shook my head and swore never to do it again.

James : No… no.. never… ever….i won’t do it again.


She nodded and put a juicy chunk of chicken into her mouth.

Daphne : have you ever considered doing more than taking upskirts ? …. As in stalking the girls and victims ??

James :No… never… I only do it for the thrill…. That’s all.. I don’t follow them….

Daphne : Have you uploaded the upskirt pictures online before ??



James ; No… no… it’s just for my personal…. Errr…. Personal….

I paused, unsure of what word to use.


Daphne stopped cutting her chicken as well, turning to look at me.

Daphne : … gratification ?? ….


I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded.

James : yes… personal… err.. gratification….



Daphne : how do you pick your victims ?

James : err.. it’s random… I just see them and .. that’s it…


Daphne : You did it because they are wearing short skirts ??


James : err.. well.. that’s the… point right ?? …

Daphne ; have you taken pictures of girls secretly before?? …. As in not upskirts….

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head.

Daphne : Don’t lie to me James…. nothing good comes out of it….



James : ok…ok.. yes…


Daphne : You masturbated to them ?

James : yes… yes….

Daphne : Does it feel good ? … to think of the girls while you do it ??

The questions came hard and fast and I just nodded and said yes. I don’t care what she thinks about me.



This is not a match making session for fuck sake.


I’m just starving.

Daphne cut up several smaller pieces of chicken and I was hoping she would throw me a piece.

Daphne : do you delete the photos after you masturbate ?/

James : sometimes..



Daphne : would you have taken a picture of me if I was not wearing short dress or skirts?

Daphne turned and looked at me as I hesitated again.


This is fucking awkward.

I nodded my head and said yes.

James : yes…



Daphne : Why ?

James ; because…. Because you’re… you’re really hot… and pretty…..

Daphne broke into a smile before chuckling out loud.



Daphne : awwwwwwwwwww… that was so sweet of you… hahaha…

She slapped her thighs and gave me a piece of chicken using the same fork.

Oh god that taste.


I never knew chicken tasted so good until that day. The oil, the char grilled taste, the amount of juice as I sank my teeth into it. I may not have an erection but I had a mental orgasm when I chewed and savoured that piece of meat.


I kid you not I almost cried when I finally swallowed that mouth of chicken.


Daphne : if you think I’m hot…. Why…. Instead of approaching me… or talking to me… you chose to take my upskirt??

That was the million dollar question.

I don’t know.

James : I…ermm…i….



Daphne : Are you that not confident of yourself ??


I looked away, a little embarrassed at the question.


Daphne waved a piece of chicken in front of me, as if enticing me to answer her question.

Daphne : yum…yum…

James : I’m… I’m a little shy….. besides… besides…. What would you think of a random guy approaching you out of nowhere to talk to you…. you’ll probably think I’m a creep or I’m mad right ??

Daphne nodded her head and gave me the piece of chicken.


Daphne : true… but comparing to catching you trying to take my upskirt…. I speak for all girls… I would prefer the former….. my opinion of you would be better…

James : nom…nommhh.. mno.. hmml nom… nom… really ? .. you serious ??


Daphne : Yeah….. of course…




I kept quiet and did not say anything else after that.

Daphne watched her Korean drama as she ate. Every couple of mouths, she would pass me a piece. After she’s done, she pushed the box over to me where I clean up every single scrap of fries, salad and baked beans.


Daphne : Well…. I’m a nice person…. Just don’t make me angry… and I’m sure 6 months will pass in a flash… haha

I nodded as she got up and announced that she’s heading off to take a shower.


The moment she got up, my heart stopped beating for half a second.

It really stopped.



Daphne got up and went into her room leaving her phone on the table.

Her fucking phone.


My heart started slamming against my ribcage as I eyes the innocent looking device on the table in front of me.


It would be locked of course. Password protected but I found it hard to resist.

I wanted to touch the home button, just to try.


If you don’t try, you never know.


What if it’s really unlocked.


I shivered a little as I turned to look down the hallway. Daphne was in her room, I could hear the cupboard door open and close as she picked her pyjamas.


My hand trembled as I reached for the device.

It felt cold and foreign in my hand.

It vibrated when I held it


Someone just sent her a message.


My throat felt dry as I deliberated over my options.


If I could access the app, I could be able to know the control options Daphne had over me. Maybe, just maybe, there is some button I can press to get my erection back or some shit.

I don’t know.



Maybe some button to deactivate the collar or bracelets ?


The phone vibrated again in my hands.

Should I or should I not ?


I heard a voice behind me and I jumped, dropping the phone , I tried to grab it, caused it to bounce twice in my hand and arm before it landed safely on the couch.


Daphne : never….. ever…. Touch my phone James….


James : I.. I didn’t read your messages… I swear… i.. i…


Daphne had her towel over her arm left arm while her right held her pyjamas. She was leaning against the wall of the corridor.


I took the phone and handed it to Daphne.



I would have expected her to grab it, take it away from me but she did not. 




Daphne narrowed her eyes and spoke in a soft witch like voice.

Daphne : James…. I assure you…. that the worst thing I can do to you….. I can do it without my phone or that app….so….please don’t ever touch that again….are we clear??  Please don’t make me stop being nice to you…


That was it.

My patience has ran out.

I’ve been pretty tolerant as it is. I was expecting treatment or rehab .



Definitely not a case of abuse like what I’m going through. I’m really being treated like a dog, starved, and humiliated.


James : I appreciate you talking nicely to me Daphne…..but If not for what I’m wearing….. and the situation I am in…. I would not be on the floor talking nicely to you after the way you treated me the past 30 hours or so...……

I regretted it the moment I said it as I saw Daphne’s facial expression changed.



I would not be that worried if she started screaming at me or something but after a 2 second blank look, Daphne broke into a smile.

She smiled, nodding her head slightly as she straightened her body.

She took her phone from me, nodding as she head into the shower.


I was immediately hit with a foreboding feeling. Fuck
I forgot the one key takeaway from my growing up years.


Women are petty creatures. I don’t know Daphne well but she struck me right away as one of those petty ones.

I sighed and slapped myself lightly on my cheek.

Should have just kept my mouth shut.


I heard the warning beep from my charging pad chimed the same time my bracelets started glowing red.


James : oh fuck…. Fuck…

I scrambled to get into my room shouting I’m sorry to Daphne along the way


James :Daphne !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m sorry !!!!!!!!! I’m sorry!!!!!!!! Stop !!!! I’m sorry !!! please.. stop !!

When I saw the charging pad, the warning lights were beeping angrily and I literally threw my body onto the pad and heave a sigh of relieve when it turned green and all the beeping stopped.

My heart slammed against my ribcage as I panted.


I reached my hand over the boundary of the pad and the warning sounded again.


James : fuck…. What a  bitch !...

I mumbled under my breath as I thought about my next move.

It’s ok. As long as I stay within the pad, I’ll be fine.



8.30pm

I could hear Daphne come out of the shower.


I shouted I’m sorry again but she was not replying me.


Daphne walked into the room, and I could see she was fuming mad.


She was probably a little irritated but you know women.

They brood over everything and their mind keeps replaying the same situation over and over until they are on the verge of exploding.



That was the look on Daphne’s face right then and I could see she was trying to think of what to say to me, or rather scream at me.

James : ok ok.. calm down… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…..

Daphne pulled up her phone, and I could see her finger going for the app right away, determined to send me writhing in pain.

I braced myself and clenched my teeth.



I even felt the squeeze in my anus as I tightened my body for the inevitable.

Then all was quiet.

Nothing happened.


I was still breathing.


I looked at Daphne who was hitting the button over and over again in frustration.


Daphne : arnghhhh!arghhhhhhhhhhh


I looked at my hands and touched my naked body.


I’m fine.

I'm ok.

Nothing happened. 



I looked down at the black charging pad I was on and I broke into a smile. No matter how many time she hit the button her app, I’m fine.



She cannot shock me while I’m on the charging pad.


I calmly sat down in the middle of the pad with a grin on my face. 

Finally a small victory of my own. 


Daphne : James.... you are..... so dead...... you just don't know it yet...... 


I chuckled as Daphne turned and stormed back into her bedroom. 



From the corner of my eye i thought i saw something blinking around my collar. I tried to look down but i could not see anything. 

I took my phone and started the camera function and that was when my heart almost stopped beating. 


There was a digital display on my collar. 



Numbers. 


I don't know what the fuck it means but it's counting down to something. 


It's definitely counting down to something. 


James : fuck.... 




………………………………………….. 





Calm down. I need to calm down.

I’m still safe from being hit by the electricity.

This must be a safety feature of sort to protect whoever is undergoing the program.


As long I’m on the pad, the restraints are charging, I’m fine.
I looked at the timer through the phone camera.

It’s counting down to a single digit.

James : shit… shit….



Daphne would not have walked away just like that unless she is satisfied with the fate I would suffering. She knows the pad is a safe zone, that was the reason why she activated whatever the timer might be for.

The timer went down to 5 and I gritted my teeth again.


Maybe there’s another feature to force me out of the safe zone or something.

It went down to zero and I braced myself, squeezing my eyes shut.

Nothing again.


Nothing.

Honestly I was perspiring a little. Having been shocked a few times, my body has grown to fear the next one. It hurts like hell and it’s pure agony.

I looked around the pad, checked my wrists, ankles, neck collar. Everything seemed normal.

I collapsed onto the pad, sighing with relieve.




11pm

It’s been a couple of hours and still nothing.
I had a bit of time to think about this and I decided to eat the humble pie.


My hot temper earlier was probably because I’m hungry.
You know, a hungry man is a angry man.

I picked up my phone and text Daphne that I’m sorry. That I want to talk.
I told her I lost my temper because I was starving the entire day and I promise I won’t do it again.

I hit the sent button and waited.



There was no reply from her and after lying around for a while, I fell asleep.



7.00am


I woke up in cold sweat as I heard the loud slam of the main door.
I shook my head and scrambled out on my knees, calling out to Daphne.

Fuck, she left me just like that. Without food for the day.

Fucking bitch.


I quickly went to grab my phone. Looking at the home screen, I realised it was a Saturday.

It’s a weekend.


Ok, maybe she went out to buy breakfast.


I was about to drop Daphne a text but the list of task to do for the day came in.

I opened the task list message and instead of the usual housework and stuff, it just says ‘die’


Die

Die

Die

Die

Die

Over and over again.



James : What the….

Before I could even comprehend what it means, I was hit with the shock out of no where.

James : arnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It stopped after 3 seconds and I scrambled to crawl over to the charging pad.

Before I got there, I was hit again , throwing my entire body into a convulsing spasm. I could feel the tightening of my testicles and I fear there were going to explode.

I barely had time to catch a breather after it stopped when I was hit again in my wrist.

James : arghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!



Then it was my ankle.

Then my arm again.

I screamed and crawled towards the charging pad for safety but then I got there, I got another full body shock that almost made me squeeze the shit out of my asshole.



It’s not working.

Why ?

I was shaking and convulsing and when it stopped , my hand felt something. Like s string of sort.

I pulled it and my heart almost sank when I saw Daphne had removed the plug for the pad.



No matter how advance your technology, it is still driven by power.


After the initial burst of closely packed shocks, the subsequent ones came at 5 minute intervals.

I tried to plug the pad back in but I was still getting hit.


She must need to reset the settings or something.

Oh god, the agony I was feeling.
The fear of not knowing when the next shock will hit me.



8.15am

I was lying in front of the living room, totally defeated and I really thought I was going to die.
I started to consider if going to jail might be a better option.


I heard the jingle of the keys in the doorway and I barely had enough strength to look up at Daphne.

She was drenched in sweat as I watched her stepped into the house in her running attire.

A short black running shorts with the hem tapering upwards to the side of her thighs. Beads of sweat rolled down her legs and body as she panted and kicked the door shut.


She had a water bottle in hand, those kind of sports bottle where you can squeeze the water out. She sucked onto it and drank up as she tilted her head and cast me a pitiful look.


I watch her pull of her running shoes and just dropped them near the front door before removing her sweaty ankle socks. She did not even put them into her shoe or laundry basket, Daphne just dropped them on the floor near the entrance of the house.

She walked over,  lowered herself to my level and gave me a haughty look.



Daphne : You have something to say to me now James ?

I knew it was futile trying to fight this.

I’ll just play the good boy and get the 6 months over and done with. In the meantime, just try and make my life more comfortable with whatever I could find in Daphne’s place.

James ; I’m…. I’m sorry…..



Daphne squeeze her water onto my head and face, squirting me with her water. I could feel the heat from her freshly worked out body radiating towards me.

Daphne : Not sincere enough…. Try again…

James : Please.. Daphne … I’m sorry…..


Daphne : oh… really…? Are you ??

I nodded my head.


Daphne : Let me feel your sincerity haha….


She pointed behind her shoulder towards her worn socks.

Daphne : pick up my socks…

I crawled over and was about to pick them up when she demanded me to use my mouth.

Daphne : use your mouth…

James : what ? !!!


Daphne : You have a problem with that ?


James : Hey…. Don’t I deserve some respect ? … I’m also a….

Daphne cut me right off before I could finish what I wanted to say.


Daphne : Respect ?? you gave me any when you tried to take my upskirt pictures?? What respect are you talking about ?? !

I sighed and knew immediately I was done with the conversation.


I bit onto Daphne’s worn running socks and was immediately hit with this amazing smell.
That musty freshness of sweat layered with this sweet scent of fragrance.


Daphne : put it in the laundry basket…

I crawled on all fours and put her socks into the basket.


Daphne stifled a smile as she tried to keep a straight face.

Anyone could tell she was getting a kick out of this.


James : Daphne …. Can we… talk about… this… entire arrangement…. Like… adults…

Daphne : no…

What the fuck.


She just stood up and walked away into the kitchen.

Daphne started opening drawers before pulling out a knife.

James : woah.. woao….woah !!!...Daphne…hey…hey…



She leaned against the counter and as she panted, she wiped away a good portion of her sweat from her forehead.

Daphne : have you ever wonder…. Why….. why I accepted this deal…..?



I backed away from Daphne as I shook my head.


Daphne : Why… would a girl… willingly go through all this… to take in someone who should be in jail…. Don’t you think something is a little off here James ? hahah…



She started walking towards me with the knife in hand.

James : Daphne, put that knife down….. this is not funny…


I backed away into my room and when Daphne saw that I had plugged the power for the pad back on, she took her phone out of her pocket.

James : Daphne ….. I’m serious.. let’s talk about how…. We can both… get through this 6 months… peacefully and….



The lights flashed a couple of times around the pad and it looked like it had been reset.

I climbed onto the pad for safety and appealed to Daphne to have a proper conversation with me.

Daphne : do you know… how angry and upset I was…. When you took my upskirt….


James : I’m sorry Daphne… but please… put that down…I i… I promise… to behave…

Daphne, seeing that I was safely on the pad, went to her app on her phone again.

She must have activated something, the bracelets felt heavy. It’s like it was being dragged downwards.



The moment it touched the charging pad, it remained stuck there, held in place by a powerful magnet.

James : aerhghhhhh…



Not only are my hands stuck to the pad now, I could feel the pull of the collar, trying to connect itself with the pad.

I did not resist for fear of hurting my neck and I was pinned onto the mat.



I could still move my legs and lower body, only my wrists and neck were stuck to the ground.

James : Daphne ….. Daphne !!!!!.... hey….


She ignored me and went to take her shower.

15 minutes later, I heard her door open.

I called out again to her but she was not answering me.


I tried to look upwards but my field of vision is limited.



Suddenly I heard the sound of heels hitting the floor. Fuck, she better not be going out and leaving me in that state.


The clicking got closer and closer.

James ; Daphne …. Daphne !!!


She came into the room and all I could see was her foot and the pair of black heels she was wearing.





James : Daphne …. Let me up… and lets talk about this….


Daphne : We’re done talking…


James : Daphne… wait.. wait… Daphne !!... hey !! argnnhh.. what is that… what are you doing… arehghhh !!!!!!!!!










I woke up with a jolt, knowing instantly it was goddess who woke me up.

She was wearing that same black pair of heels


10am


Daphne : Who’s the boss around here ?


James : you….you are….



Daphne : Can you be polite from now on ?


James : yes… yes I will…


Daphne : I want a dog I can cuddle up with….. you want to be that dog…. ?


James: Yes… yes… I will be that dog….



Daphne ruffled my hair and kissed me on my cheek before walking out of the room.


Well, I survived the night.


At least I didn’t die.



She’s clearly mad. 

Or rather, it’s her split personality that is mad.





6 months.


It seems surviving this 6 months is going to be harder than I expect.




I’ve met Goddess and Mummy. I prayed there isn’t anyone that I have yet to meet.






…………………………………………………………………

Find out what happened here


…………………………………………………………………………..







I retreated to my room for the most of Sunday and my heart would jump in fear whenever I hear any noise coming from Daphne’s room.


I was so hungry that I thought I would pass out from hunger.

I would risk my life by darting into the toilet and drinking as much water as I could before rushing back into my room.



2.30pm

Daphne came running into my room.


The moment I saw her, I was immediately on guard, hugging my naked body as I prayed she would not go all crazy on me again.



Daphne : My god I’m so sorry James… I’m so sorry….

James : No… no… no don’t be sorry… please… just stay away…. It’s ok…


Daphne looked really apologetic as she brushed her hair behind her ears and looked at me.

Daphne : You must be hungry…. Shit… I’m starving as well… wait…wait.. ok… I’ll fix this..



Daphne put a pot of water to boil and announced she was cooking noodles while we wait for the pizza to arrive.

Despite her acting normally, I was still worried. What if this was another one of her split personality ?

Would she suddenly turn around and kill me or something ?


Daphne came into my room with a bathrobe in hand.



She said she thinks that would probably fit me. I was too afraid to even take it from her as I eyed her offer suspiciously. I don’t believe this.



Me as a man, afraid of a woman like her.

Daphne looked sincere as she handed me the bathrobe.

James : Are you…. are you…Daphne ?? you sure ??


She nodded her head.

Daphne : It’s me… I’m ok… I’m fine… really….



I took the bathrobe from her and put it on.

For the first time in almost 3 days, I’m finally clothed.



The feeling of having something to wrap around my body with was a huge boost to my morale. It’s weird that a bathrobe she took from some hotel would give me that level of security.

Daphne took her phone and showed me the controls.


Daphne : I disabled the height restrictions…see… it’s off… you can stand up…

James : you’re scaring me Daphne….



Daphne : No.. no… I’m trying anything… it’s me… James… I mean… it’s really me….

After much coaxing, I finally end up in the dining table slurping down my bowl of noodles while Daphne ate hers.


When the pizza arrived, I wolfed down the food like a man who was starved for 2 days.

No matter how much I ate, I still felt hungry.



3.45pm


Daphne topped up my coke and I calmed down enough to talk to her properly.

James : ok.. ok… i… I think we need to talk… about…err…about your…. Your… friends…

Daphne took a deep breathe and she apologised in a sincere manner.



Daphne : I’m sorry… it shouldn’t have happened… but… I lose control sometimes…. I was pretty stressed out at work…… and…. A guy I was interested in started seeing another colleague…. And…. I have to deal with you…. and… you made me angry… so….

I could see her taking huge breaths of air and I put up 2 of my hands, trying to ask her to slow down.


James ; Calm down…. Ok… calm down… think happy thoughts… think happy thoughts….

Daphne took a long sip of her coke and I asked her how do we make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.



James : We… we have to make sure… errrmmm. Your friends… don’t come out again… if you get what I mean….

Daphne buried her face in her palms and asked me who was I referring to.

Daphne : my god… who…. who came out ??



I leaned back further on my chair as I observed her. She looked genuinely scared and apologetic.

James : You…. you don’t remember ??


Daphne : I…I don’t know… it was all very dream like…. I can’t tell for sure….


James : ……err…. You…ermm…. You called me a baby… and.. and I sucked on your breast..

Daphne touched her own boobs as she looked at me with her eyes wide opened before covering her own chest.

Daphne : You sucked on my breast !!!


James ; You made me do it !!

Daphne : You could have said no !!!



James : I was not in the condition to say anything…. I was scared shitless..!

Daphne : You …. You sucked in my breast !!!.. are you sure !!

Daphne’s face turned a bright shade of red as she got up and walked away.


My god, her reaction was so big when she knew I met her mummy character. What would her reaction be if she knew I met goddess as well. That she made me blow on her wet pussy.

Daphne : what…what else … what else did it do to you ?? …. I vaguely remembered touching.. touching your behind…and… there was something in you….

I sighed and bit my lips.


The moment of humiliation is coming back to haunt me.

I told Daphne about how she made me lick and clean her heels before sticking a vibrating bullet inside my ass.


Daphne : My god…. I did that to you !!? shit… I’m…. I am so… sorry….

I hugged onto my glass of coke and eyed her suspiciously.  



No wonder she is still single.

She’s so hot, with such a great figure. If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed she was a lesbian.


With her shapely figure and heart melting smile, she would have no lack of suitors.

I guess she must be turning away a lot of them with her condition, and those that mange to get close, I’m pretty sure they would run to the edge of the earth if they knew who she was sharing the body with.



Daphne: You know what… I’m really sorry… but we need to fix this… so it doesn’t happen so frequently…

James ; what !...



Daphne : well.. it happens sometimes… when I’m stressed….

James : ok..then don’t be stressed…..why are you stressed ?


Daphne : hello… I need to work… stress comes from everywhere….. it’s stressful taking care of you too ok….

James ; I don’t need you to take care of me…


Daphne ; For the period of time you are here… you are my responsibility…. !

I could see Daphne getting a little worked up and I quickly stopped talking.

Let her calm down a little first.



After a couple of minutes, I asked Daphne if she has any way to keep herself under control.

James : if… I mean… if your…ermmm your friends… come out again…. What can I do….?


Daphne looked at me, a little lost and unsure what to say.


James : ok… ok…. Let’s simplify this….how do we make sure your friend’s don’t come out….

Daphne : ermm.. just make me happy all the time…



I see this as an opportunity to bargain for a bit of dignity. I decided to leverage on it and see how much I can get out of it.

James : errmm.. ok… but… I don’t think seeing me on my knees crawling around naked would make you happy right…. Isn’t it weird ? ?


Daphne : hey !... you think I want this ?? … I need to keep an eye on your…on your….

James : on my what…??

Daphne : On your dick la….


James : What… why ??!!


She explained that she needed to report to Karen about the status of my penis everyday.
That if she sees an erection, she was to report it to her immediately.

James : what !!!


Daphne : It’s an experimental drug…. They needed to know…

James : what did they give me !!!

Daphne said it softly as if I was over reacting.



Daphne : Just something to make sure I’m safe you know…. I’m a girl after all…

I looked towards the skies and raised my hand to the man above.

I’m the one that needed protection from Daphne.


James : This is…this is ridiculous….

Daphne : I think so too… but I have no choice….

James : how about…. How about I get to put on clothes…. And…and…


Daphne : And what… I come home from work and you flash me your dick everyday ??

That didn’t come out right and it resulted in a bit of awkward silence.



Daphne : anyway….anyway…. it’s… it’s an experimental drug…. The effects would start to wear off after a week or so….it might be faster for some… which is why I needed to monitor you….

James : What happens after it wears off….??



Daphne : I would need to give you more of it…


I digested what I’ve just heard as Daphne and I looked at each other without a word.

James : ermmmm…. Is there anyway… I can negotiate such that I don’t need to take that drug….

Daphne : No way !... what if you rape me ??!!

James : Please…. That is the last thing on my mind….. I don’t want to risk making you angry…. I’ve seen what goddess can do…..



I did a show of my hand being twisted around my neck as I tapped the floor for mercy.

James : She almost broke my arm…. Did you go for MMA lessons or something ??

Daphne : i… I did…. But I stopped….i stopped going….



James : Well… you still remember the moves… that I can tell you….

Daphne grew a little quiet and I got worried again.



James : Please don’t tell me I’m losing you Daphne…. Please tell me you are still here…

Daphne : I’m still here… I’m still here…



I weaved a sigh of relieve as I patted my own chest.


James : Are you ok ?? …



Daphne  looked at me and asked me a question.


Daphne : You mentioned goddess….. you met goddess… that means goddess put that thing inside you !.... am I right ??

I was about to answer her but I stopped.


Something is not right.

I thought she knew it was goddess when I told her about it earlier.



James : Who else could it be ?? … I thought you knew…. I mean…I mean… it’s not like your mummy side would make me lick her heels… I was already suffocating with your breast pressed against my face.

Daphne reached across the table and smacked me across my arm hard.

James : Owwwww!!...


Daphne : don’t you dare say a word about that to anyone !...

Daphne got up and went to her medicine cabinet. She took out a bottle and handed it to me. It was not labelled but it had 6 orange pills inside.

James : What is this…



Daphne : I’ll… I’ll usually calm down… after taking 2 of this…

James : how…I mean… I don’t suppose you would be taking it willingly if your friends are out…. if you get what I mean…

Daphne : You have to force me to take it….



I chuckled and laughed, gesturing to the collar and the bracelets around my wrist.

James : If not for these… I bet goddess would not be able to do anything to me…. why don’t you remove them for me ??

I asked with a smirk and hoped for the best.


Daphne’s reply wiped the smile off my face immediately.

Daphne : James…. look…. You won’t need to give me these if it’s Mummy and Goddess that you’ve met.


I felt as if a stone was dropped onto my chest as I looked at Daphne’s expression. She looked worried.



James : Don’t scare me please Daphne…. My heart cannot take this…

Daphne grabbed my shoulder and looked at me in my eye.

Daphne : James… this is serious… I mean it….

James : ok… ok…. Who should I give this to…. ??

Daphne let go of me and handed me the bottle.




Daphne : Trust me James…. when you meet her… you will know….

Daphne started packing up the dining table leaving me slouched back onto the chair.


This is not good.


Not good at all.




………………………………………………………………….



I helped Daphne with the clean-up and I managed to sit her back down at the dining table.
We really needed to get this sorted out before the next disaster strike.

James : We need to lay down some… I don’t know… some sort of ground rules….



Daphne : hello… this is my house…. I should be the one laying down the rules…



James ; Well… if you are in control all the time… I don’t mind following your rules.. it’s just in case your friends come back…. I need to know how to deal with them.

After a good 30 minutes of discussion, I managed to negotiate for quite a bit of leeway in terms of my daily routine. I had to leverage on the suffering I went through with goddess as my bargaining chip.


I could tell Daphne felt bad about it and I was not shy to capitalise on it.

Yes, I will still do all her housework and all but the height restriction has got to go.
How the fuck would I be able to work efficiently on my knees anyway.

I will get to put on some clothes as well.



James : I think seeing a naked man around your place will only serve to agitate you…

Daphne : Well… that can be true….

Daphne needs to submit a daily assessment of my so call treatment, but mainly it’s for the experimental drug I am taking.



I’m not going to flash her my cock everyday, and Daphne wanted to know if she can trust me to tell her when I start getting my erection back.

I promised to tell her when I start feeling something.


James : I will let you know…. But then what ? …

Daphne : You will need to take the drug again… there’s no way around it…. It’s for my own protection….


I almost wanted to roll my eyes but held myself back. I shudder at the thought.
Well I don’t deny that she is hot and I want to have sex with Daphne, but can you imagine doing it halfway and one of her friends decided to pop out ?

My cock would probably get crushed by goddess.


Fine.


No erection, so be it. I guess it cannot be helped. Karen is probably using me as a testbed of sort for the drug anyway. If I don’t take it, it’s a matter of time before the game is up.

Daphne said Karen would pop by every month for a house visit.



Daphne : When that day comes…. All these privileges are gone you hear me ??

James : Don’t worry… I understand… I’ll just play along when the time comes…. I’ll be your little puppy..



Another 15 minutes of bantering and we’re set.


In return for giving me more freedom around the house, Daphne wanted me to keep track of how many times and when her split personality appears.


She will do her best to keep them at bay and for me, if they appears, I would need to stop them and get her back to normal as soon as possible.

Daphne told me that the longer she stays in that state, the higher the chance that she might hurt herself.

Daphne : Sometimes it feels like a very long and tiring dream…. That I cannot seem to wake up from….anyway…. you need to help me snap out of it….

James : Ok…. I’ll try the methods you said the next time it happens.



So how do I fix this ?


First, for Mummy.

Her weakness is actually whatever she was infatuated with, in this case, it’s me. She has a soft heart according to Daphne and if I play my cards right, say by pretending to cry or that I hurt myself, it would make her fluster.



Mummy would then be running around, trying to appease me or make me comfortable.

James : How did you discover this by the way ?


Daphne : I went through quite a few therapy session….. my doctor…. He recorded it all down…and these are all her advise….



Just keep making Mummy busy and flustered, eventually she will tire out and leave.

What about method 2 ?

That is straight forward.


I grab her, restrain her and keep her there until she snaps out of this.

This is assuming I’m not zapped till my balls shrink by the controls.

Technically I can make a grab for it, Daphne says Mummy won’t put up much of a fight.


Now, moving on to goddess.



How do we deal with a mad woman like her ?

You can’t go head on with Goddess.


Daphne : She’s stubborn, and she only likes to win. So… no matter what you do… don’t belittle her…. she’ll fucking hit you….i hit my… sorry.. I meant… goddess hit my doctor pretty badly…. i…. I had to change doc 3 times…


James : wow……. And they still let you out ?? aren’t you dangerous ??

Daphne gave me a look and I immediately shut up and plastered my hand across my mouth.

James : ok….ok…. how do I deal with her ??


Daphne : Goddess hates men….she hates them to the core and her only pleasure comes from humiliating them…. If she can’t humiliate them… she will hit them…

James : Oh…. Errrrr… ok….

Daphne : There is a way around this…..



James : How ?

Daphne : by pretending you are a girl….


James : What ?? how ??

Daphne : ermm…well……….



James : Go on…. this might just well save my life ….
Daphne : The doctors tried and successfully fooled Goddess by dressing up as a woman…

James : you got to be shitting me….


Daphne : I’m not…. That’s the truth…

James : Then what ? … I’m suppose to run where.. into your wardrobe…. Come out dressed in your clothes and pretend I’m you ??


Daphne nodded her head.

I could not detect any signs of her fucking with me either.


Daphne : My clothes…lingerie…you can take them from the laundry basket…. Or from the laundry room…

James  :You are not joking are you ??

Daphne : no I’m not….



James : Then after I pretend I’m a woman then what ??

Daphne : Goddess might test you out…. smell… touch or something…. No matter what she does or say…. Do not admit you are a man….


I massaged my head and nodded.

Daphne told me that once goddess is satisfied that there are no presence of men around, she will disappear.

Daphne : straightforward right ??



James : errr……..i just hope I don’t need to use any of these methods…. Anyway…. We will focus on keep you happy everyday…. That way…. You will remain normal….

Daphne : great !... then that way we won’t have a problem at all…


James : Wait…wait… wait… before you go…..is there like erm….. anyone else… I should know about…. Like… you know… the one you are not saying…



Daphne’s expression grew a little grim and said that she had a twin sister that died during child birth.

Daphne : Her name is Dawn….

There was a moment of silence before Daphne told me that if I meet Dawn, there is nothing I can do.


Daphne : you need to try and feed her…or rather me… the tablets… that would knock me out and calm me down….

James : What is Dawn like ??


Daphne stood up and I could see her choosing her words carefully before she spoke.

Daphne : Dawn…is like me…. she knows and is aware of everything we say…. Just like right now…

James : Oh… will she be angry that… that you are telling me all these ??


Daphne : No… but she will be aware of you….and she knows that I want you to stop her….

James : Oh….ermmm.. ok…



Daphne : I don’t want to talk about Dawn…. Everything we say… she knows…. If you get what I mean….

I nodded my head and did not prod further.


Daphne went on to pack up her room while I did the housework.


She came out a while later with some clothes, t-shirts, sleep shorts. They’re all too loose for her but a little tight for me.


I looked like a skank wearing shorts too small and t-shirts too tight but I can’t complain.

I don’t want to walk around naked with a flaccid cock.


As I packed up the laundry room, I turned to make sure Daphne Is not within sight.

I pulled out the drawstring of a pair of pants before folding it away.


Then I found another pair of pants and I pull that out as well.

I pulled out the draw string of a total of 4 pairs of pants.



I packed those right at the bottom, hoping that they don’t get discovered.

I needed the strings.

If I plaid enough of them together, I can get a strong rope. If I needed to restraint Daphne , I could use that.


I cannot depend on Daphne’s advice to protect myself from her split personalities.

I needed insurance of my own.


Now that I can stand and walk around, I pretended to wipe down the kitchen cabinet and I checked through all of their compartments, looking for things I can use.

I saw the red powder dye for making red eggs during festivities and I took it.



I picked some of Daphne’s clothes, including lingerie and placed them in strategic positions throughout the house. I need to be able to access them when the time comes.

One set in living room, one in the kitchen, one in the bathroom, and one set in my room.
The red dye, I used it to make a small tube of red liquid.



I carefully poured the solution into a straw and sealed both sides using a open flame.

Alright, that should suffice as blood. It should freak Mummy out when I need to use it.


Now for Dawn.


If Dawn is what Daphne said she is, she would already be aware of my possession of the bottle of pills. There is no way I can make her take them without a fight.

I would need to trap Dawn.


I would need a trap that would immobilise her and give me chance to feed her the medication if she ever appears.

That is easier said than done though.

I don’t know what Dawn is like, I don’t know what she is capable of.



7.00pm


I was just finishing up a packet of takeaway rice Daphne’s got for me when I felt this weird tinker in my pants.

I’m feeling it. It’s coming.

My erection is coming.


It’s been about 3 days. My erection is not hard enough, but I could definitely feel it.

It’s finally coming back.


I tried to calm down and kept my expression neutral when Daphne came into the kitchen dressed only in a thin apricot colour singlet and boyshort panty.

I could feel blood rushing to my groin.



This feeling.

It gave me a sense of confidence.

It made me feel like I’m a man once more.

I watched Daphne drink her water as my eyes traced the contours of her body. It’s throbbing. My cock is throbbing as I looked at the cameltoe at Daphne’s privates. Images and smell of her vagina came rushing back into my head as I tried to imagine myself in the same scenario as the night before.



I started to have some pretty disturbing thoughts.

If I could restraint Daphne while she’s having one of her attacks. Does that mean I can do anything I want with her ?



Base on the characters, Mummy seemed like my best bet.

Or why wait ? What if, what if I could have Daphne right away.

Without her knowing ?



Daphne put down her glass and turned towards me.

Daphne : good night James….

James : Good night….



As Daphne disappeared into her room, I did something I should have done a long while ago.

I emptied the water in the tumbler from the kitchen and quickly went to the dispenser I have in my room.

I filled it up and quietly replaced the water in the kitchen.

Now all I can do is wait.


…………………………………………..




Initially i could not sleep.

My heart jumped every time i heard noises coming from Daphne’s room.

The excitement wore off after a while when i had more time to think.
Perhaps it might not be such a good idea to fuck with her so soon.
It might just trigger another round of attack.
The thought of losing my newly negotiated freedom kept me awake for quite a while before i doze off.

I jumped awake a couple of times that night as i slept but nothing happened.
No Goddess, No Mummy, No Dawn and No Daphne.

Everytime i woke, i would touch myself and i felt a little more reassured that my cock was still there
and the tingling feeling is still present.

I even went out to the kitchen to check the water tumbler to see if Daphne has drank any of the
spiked water.

It never moved.

I touched my still flaccid dick and suddenly realised something. So what if Daphne has drank the
water and knock herself out.

At this time, in the middle of the night, she would most likely be headed back into her room
which i have no access to. She’ll sleep through and there’s nothing i can do.

Even the best case scenario of her falling asleep in the living room does happen, without an erection,
i can’t satisfy the lust inside me either.

After deliberating for more than an hour, i decided to replace the water with tap water.

I have time, don’t need to rush things.

Strangely though, the next few days passed by without a hitch. Everything happened smoothly.
There were no incidents of Daphne’s friend’s popping out and i could feel myself starting to
adjust and get comfortable.

Comfortable to a point of settling into a routine.

Yes a routine.

My day is pretty much predictable, split into 2 parts. The part without Daphne around,
and the part with Daphne around.

Each has it’s own merit.

First, the part of the day after Daphne leaves for work leaving me alone in the house.

I was given a list of chores to do as usual and i did it without complains.

With the access to the TV, i could clean up the house while keeping myself up to date
with the news and whatever is happening out in the real world.

I found more cameras pointed at specific locations, they don’t really cover every part of the
house so i made sure to keep to the blind spots when i check on my dick.

I washed everything for Daphne, from her tops and pants, to her skirts and panties.
You might think i’m weird but i was actually starting to look forward to doing the chores i do.

Suddenly i’m removed from the stressful world of everyday life.

No more commuting in packed public transport, no more meeting project deadlines and no more
dealing with shitty clients. Being unplugged from the internet was a refreshing change.
No more scrolling through facebook or social media platforms to see what my friends are up to,
who's on holiday, which couple is in the verge of a ugly breakup and so on.

No fake news,no silly time wasting videos and no annoying chat groups buzzing non stop.

It was during these few peaceful days that i realised how much time we have in a day and
how much we can accomplish.

Daphne would deposit a fresh load of clothes into the laundry basket every day when she comes
home from work. These include her work clothes, and a set of gym gear.
In the morning before she leaves, she would drop in her pyjamas she wore to bed.

Going through them every morning was starting to feel like opening a treasure box.

You can say i’m bored, or i’m sick, it’s ok.

I don’t mind.

All i know is i’m enjoying doing the things i do.

The 3 different set of clothes bring out different emotions and feelings.

I started to develop a ritual of sort as i go through her laundry.
Her work clothes, i would always start with her work clothes.

I cannot explain the infatuation i have with her worn lingerie.
The feeling of her soft panty in the palm of my hands felt like i was running them through the
fine sands of a luxurious beach resort. That softness felt surreal as i made sure to spread them out
properly before sniffing it.

I inhaled deeply like a glue sniffer, concentrating my nose around the spot where her vagina
would be touching for the most part of the day.

A matured musky scent of aged maple syrup would fill my nose before i detected the hint of of the
body lotion she uses everyday. Her bra cups provided excellent padding to my testicles as i cupped
my balls in them, rubbing as i coax more blood into my recovering dick.

In order to fully take in Daphne’s intoxicating scent, i would make full use of her sports bra and
singlet. Before i shower in the afternoon, i would rubbed my face, my body, my cock with Daphne’s
stale sweat.

The pores in my arms would open up, the hair on my body would stand as i mixed Daphne’s
stale sweat with mine after a few hours of household chores.

You would surely laugh and judge me when i tell you what else i did next.

It wasn’t enough just sniffing and playing with her worn clothes.

I found myself craving for the touch of Daphne’s panty and i actually wore them.

I fucking pulled up Daphne’s panty, soaked with stale sweat from her daily gym and
workout over lunch up and over my flaccid cock.
I hated myself for it but i cannot resist.


The high i get from doing that was better than the joint of weed i took in
Europe more than a decade ago.

Not contented with only Daphne’s panty, i would attempt to wear her pants too.

FBTs and running shorts are a little tight for me and i could not pull them all the way up,
leaving me frustrated and disappointed. Thankfully Daphne had a couple of pairs of those tight
workout pants that are pretty elastic and stretchable.

Every hair on my leg tingled and i could feel the effect in my recovering groin as i slid the tight and
damp workout pants up my leg.

It felt so good, there was this tightness and compactness as i squeeze myself into Daphne’s clothes.

It was one of the most sick things i;ve ever done in my life but i knew my body likes it.
My mind craves for it.

I would take a shower with her clothes on and dry myself with the same gym towel she used the
day before.

After i was done, if her pyjamas were those loose fitting ones, i would put them on,
relishing her scent as i hid away from the camera view in a corner of the dining area.

My erection would come and go, it’s hard to predict.

It’s also hard to control.

It doesn’t mean that i’m doing some sick acts, or sniffing Daphne’s panty and i would get an instant
arousal. There are some reaction yes, but during other times of the day,
it would come without warning as well.

One day i would get a spike of hardons when i played with her gym gear, another day my cock
hardly moved even though i knew i was aroused.

Another day it would come when i was dressed in Daphne’s pyjamas, or none at all even
when i was dressed in her wet gym gear and panty.

It’s still unpredictable but a lot better than when i first arrived.

By 3pm everyday, i would snap out of my stupor and wash all the laundry.
This way, they would be up on the drying racks and in the dryer before
Daphne comes home from work.

Aside from the usual chores,I was also made to take out all of Daphne’s heels from her shoe
cabinet for cleaning. As i set the different high heels down on sheets of newspaper i laid out,
i felt a little reaction in my groin.

It’s not a full blown erection but there’s blood being pumped into it.
I can feel it getting a little bigger and tighter.

Every pair of Daphne’s heels looks interesting to me.

I don’t know why.

The bright red pumps with a full 4 inch heels complete with a metallic gold bow near her toes
looked as if it was brand new on the outside. I orientated it and i could tell it had been worn before
from the soles.

The insides felt soft and firm, it smells really good, like the leathery smell of a new car interior.

There were several pairs of black heels she rotated for work. Pumps, some with straps,
even a couple of more casual slip ons for fridays.

I wiped each one down, feeling and looking at them up close.

It suddenly dawned on me that if not for this incident, i doubt i would ever get the chance
to see so many pairs of heels and shoes from such a pretty girl up close. I did not even look at my
ex-girlfriend’s choice of footwear that closely either.

I brought every pair of heel to my nose, trying to detect some sort of a scent from Daphne but
there was none, This cannot be, there has to be some smell.
There has to be something unique scent of Daphne’s feet but it was mostly musty leather smell.


Daphne had 16 pair of high heels in all. That was only the high heels.
I wiped and cleaned each and every one of them down before laying them down to dry.

Moving on to her flats, she had 5 pairs in different design and colours.

Then it’s her running shoes.

The scent was the strongest in her running shoes.
Daphne rotated between 2 pairs of them, letting the other one air every alternate day.

No fancy and neon colours for her, they are both black with the unmistakable white tick.
It’s the same design.

Among all of Daphne’s worn articles, her socks and shoes provided the strongest stimulation to
my dick.

In fact, i could feel my cock recovering to almost half it’s former size as i indulge in them every day.
There’s no foul smell, and there’s no sweet scent.

I don’t know how to describe it.
Maybe it was all just stale sweat but i liked it.

My mind likes it.

Still, the stimulation only lasted for a while before the remnants of the drug kicks back in
and my erection was gone before i can feel the same hardness i was used to ever since reaching
adulthood.

By 6pm, i was all ready to welcome Daphne home.

My stomach would be growling by then.

What about food you say ?

Although i was not being rationed boxes of cereal like before, my choices were still limited.
Daphne received strict instructions to restrict the amount of food i was given.

It seems that the amount of calories i was allowed to take in each day has to be the same as what
they are having in a normal prison. I don’t know how much is that but i know i’m constantly hungry.

Hungry but not starving.

Daphne gave me access to her Quinoa, her chia seeds, rolled oats and even unsweetened soy milk.
Yes. i had to eat shit like this for breakfast and lunch.

They were pretty tasteless but it kept me full.

Dinner wise, i can look forward to some rice, perhaps noodles, all Daphne’s leftovers.
She only takes a few bites and i probably get to eat more than 75% of the original portion.

I kept track of my weight as well, by the end of the 10th day, i had lost 4kg.

Besides the dinner Daphne brings back after work, there is something else i look forward to everyday.

My chat with her.

You see, the only way for us to be less awkward with each other was by getting to know each other.

What are our likes, or dislikes.

It would be done at the end of the day before we go to bed.

Daphne would be in her pyjamas, she would make a cup of tea, sit down at the dining table
and slowly sip it.

The first time before i sat down, i asked her if i could join her.

By the 3rd day, i made the cup of tea for her.

By the 10th day, i started to see Daphne in a different light.

10 days.

That’s a really short time to get to know a person. Minus the 1st 3 days of hell, it’s 7 days.

A short 7 days.

Yet somehow it felt i know Daphne for a good 7 months.


2 hours every night without fail, we would talk until the clock strikes 10.30pm

By the end of the 1st month, i felt as if i had known Daphne my whole life.

There was no outburst of her other personality, no Goddess, no Mummy, no Dawn.

In fact, i started to think i had a part to play in keeping them at bay.


Daphne : i cannot believe i told you so much about myself…. i don’t even tell my past boyfriends
these much….

James : Well, i’m a good listener….

Daphne : I think it’s more of you don’t have a choice… hahah

James : Don’t like that say la…. haha….

Daphne made it a point to smile and remain cheerful but i could see beneath it, she was constantly
keeping her emotions in check. It’s like trying to suppress a monster inside her.

Her parents separated when she was in her teens. It hit her pretty hard and that was when the
split personality started.

Daphne : My dad blamed my mum for the death of my sister Dawn….. he said they did their best
to stay together for me until i’m old enough to handle the divorce…

James : How old is old enough then ?

Daphne : 16…. after my ‘o’ levels….

She stayed with her mum for a while after her dad moved to Hongkong.

By the time she graduated from university, her mum decides to relocate to Thailand.
She could not bring herself to leave and she decided to stay in Singapore.

Daphne : Money… was never an issue…. there was old money in the family….
from both my dad and mum…..but….but…. what good is money… when you don’t have any
love ones to share them with….

Daphne enjoyed travelling and i could not help but pity her when she said she signed up
for tours alone.

Daphne : Sometimes it’s a little lonely….when i see those happy families on tour….couples…
kids…. grandparents…. retiress…

James : don’t they ask why you are alone for the tour ???

Daphne : They do… hahaha….. so weird right… i mean if you see a girl on a tour alone…
you also will be curious….

James : Of course…. somemore you so pretty…...What did you say then ??

Daphne :My friend fly me aeroplane lor… hahha…

James : THat’s a good one… hahah…

She could have travelled alone but she craved the company.
The human connection.
The couple of close friends she had bailed when she snapped and Goddess
came out during a house warming gathering.

Daphne : THey freaked out…..and…. i accidentally hurt...i meant Goddess….
accidentally hurt her husband….so….well….

James : Oh… that sucked… but… but…

Daphne : I know what you are thinking…. close friends right… should stay by my side…
by seriously….. if it was me in their shoes… i would also keep my distance….

Daphne said in their defence that they never did avoided her or anything.
It was more of her own initiatives to skip they next few gatherings and after a while,
they stopped asking.

Daphne : can you imagine ….being in a relationship with someone like me… haha….

James : Well…. honestly...i think… i think you are really hot...and pretty…

Daphne : hahah… on the surface that is...beneath me….under it all… i’m just a monster…

She held her tea with both hands and sipped it, looking out the window.

Good times. Those were really good times.

It’s like living with a housemate. A hot and pretty housemate.

However, good times don’t last.

The end of the 1st month also meant the 1st monthly visit by Karen.

I told Daphne my erection has not recovered fully even though
i could sustain a hard cock for almost a minute. She insisted i take another dose of the medicine.

I would have objected if not for our nightly conversation.

In the end i took the dose the day before Karen was due to visit.
It was a saturday and i was up at 6am.

I was aware that i needed to behave in a certain manner.

Total obedience.

Daphne insisted on rehearsing before the visit at noon.

She came out of her room and we had breakfast together at the dining table.

Daphne : James….

James :Yah ??

Daphne : I hate to do this to you…. but… i have to do it…

James : WHat ???! …

Daphne held up her phone and i could see the app open.

James : what !!.. wait.. wait wait… what is this… don’t do it….Daphne !...

Daphne : it’s not.. don’t worry…

She opened another tab of the app and showed me what was Karen’s expectations for the visit that day.

I took a glance, my eyes widened and i looked back up at her.

James : WHAT !

Daphne : i… i know… i could have forced you to do it….by after getting to know each other…
i was… i was thinking you would willingly go along….

James : WHAT !!!!

I looked at the list again as i sank back into the chair.

Nobody said anything about a visit by other potential test subjects.

James : How… how many ??

Daphne’s eyes look up to her right as she tried to phrase it in a nice way.

Daphne : Karen will visit at 12…. and…. following that, a pair would visit every hour until 6pm…

James : You got to be shitting me…

Daphne : Well… they needed to show how successful this is…. to others….

James : Others as in…..?!!

Daphne : girls like me ?? … who are willing to give their upskirt takers a chance ??

I felt a little faint and giddy. I need to be paraded like a dog in front og god knows how many people.

James : WHat are my options then ?? !!

Daphne shrugged and showed me the app with her finger on the shock button.

Daphne : We could always go back to the old ways ??

James : Oh fuck no…!...

Daphne smiled and patted me on my arm as she got up and said we should start rehearsing.

Daphne : Come on… it’s just for a day…. it’ll be fun….hahaha

I sighed as i reluctantly got back down on my knees.

It’s going to be a long saturday…

………………………………………………………...


Daphne : ok…. Hold on ah…. Let me firm up the settings…

I removed all my clothes, feeling the sudden touch of the cold air on my naked body.
I was conscious of myself suddenly.


Previously when it first started, I hardly knew Daphne, so although I was a little uncomfortable, I did not feel as awkward as I did now.
I’ve been with Daphne for a whole month.



It’s like we’ve gotten to know each other quite a fair bit and now this.

I looked up at Daphne and I saw her quickly shifting her eyes away from my naked body.

I felt embarrassed.

It’s like I had to bare myself to a friend. A new friend.

It feels different.


Daphne turned on all the restrictions and settings, reminding me to start crawling around if I don’t want to get shocked.

Aside from crawling like a dog, there were a few sets of so call basic obedience command that Daphne was supposed to train me to perform.

Daphne : You will not talk to me…. not a word…. And everything I say… you will do…. Understand ??

James : err… ok…. But what if I don’t understand what you want….

Daphne : Tsk !...


She kicked me on my butt as I fell onto my side.

James : Hey..!.. what was that for..

Daphne : You’re here for a month already… you should know what I want by now…anyway… my commands will be simple and straightforward….nothing complex…

Daphne went on to elaborate the few key actions I needed to do.

Daphne : lie on your back… when I say lie on your back… you are expected to do so and do not attempt to cover your dick…

James : this…this…


Daphne : lie on your back….. quick !!.. do it….

I sighed and laid down on the floor, baring my lifeless cock to Daphne.

Daphne : This is part of the daily inspection process we need to do…. Karen will surely ask us to do it….

Daphne referred to her phone before bending down.


If anyone were to walk into the house that moment, he or she will be greeted with a strange sight. Me, totally naked on the floor with Daphne squatting down beside by privates.

Daphne : I will need to perform a check to make sure you are unable to sustain an erection….


Without breaking a beat, she used a pen and humiliated my cock by lifting the head up a little before letting it flop down.

I could feel her pen on my dick, I could feel the weight of it hitting back down, worst of all, I could feel myself turning red with embarrassment.


Daphne used the pen to push and prod a little more of my cock before pulling on a surgical glove.

James : what is that for ?? !

I gasped as I felt the gloved hand pick up my limp dick. Daphne squeezed and played with my cock as I stared at her in shock. She was squeezing my fleshy and rubbery shaft, shew as rubbing the tip of my pee hole, she was trying to pull back my foreskin.

James : What are you doing !!!


Daphne : It’s a inspection…. I was suppose to do it once a week you know…. I’m sure later Karen would make me do it….


I don’t believe this is actually happening.

Can I feel anything you ask ? Of course, I can feel everything bit in fact, every touch, every pull every tug.


If not for the medication I was on, I would be leaking precum by then.

Daphne removed the glove and told me about the other commands I needed to do.

Daphne : If I say go and sleep… you shall do so without hesitation….go to the charging pad….

James : Ok… fine…


Daphne : If I say come to me…. you shall do the same as well….. clear ??

James : Yes… yes….

Daphne : ok… last one….



I was expecting another verbal command but it was not.

The slap came without warning across my face.

Smack !

James : ow !!! what was that for !!

Daphne : Hey.. hey…. What is that tone for…. Hello…..


Daphne explained that if she were to slap me, that was because I did something wrong and after getting slap, I was to say thank you.

James : You got to be shitting me…

Daphne : I’m not… go on… say it…

James : WHAT !!



Daphne raised her hand and was about to slap me again but I quickly repeated ‘thank you ‘ a few times.

James : Thank you.. thank you !!...

Daphne : good… I’m trying to help you here ok….


She mumbled under her breath as she went through the rest of the things to take note.

Daphne : If Karen decides this is not working… the trial will be off and it will be back to prison for you….

I swallowed a gulp of saliva and I spent the next couple of hours living my life the way it should have been.


Daphne was obviously enjoying herself as she toyed with me while she lounged on the sofa.

Daphne : James… oei… I dropped a cracker…. You can have it… hahaha..

I crawled over and ate the cracker.


I was made to fetch tissue paper, I was even made to change the TV channel even though the remote was right in front of Daphne.

James : My back is aching… can I stand up…


Daphne : No… it’s almost time…

James : It’s only 9 !... it’s a good 3 hours to go… !

Daphne raised an eyebrow and cast me a haughty look.


Daphne : You have any complaints ?? haha

I resigned to my fate and collapsed on the floor beside the sofa.

Daphne channel surfed for a while before settling on a old romantic comedy.  
50 first dates


We watched the show quietly, her up on the sofa, me down on the floor.

Neither one of us said anything.

I’ve watched the show before a long time ago and I sort of remembered the storyline. The female lead will only remember everything within the day and wake up forgetting everything that happened.
It made me wonder what it was like for Daphne.


What it’s like to wake up knowing one of your split personality had taken over and not knowing exactly what happened.

It’s a little like losing your memory for a short period of time.
The more I think of it, the scarier it became to me.


I cannot imagine one day something like this happening to me.

What if the real me never wakes up?


Does that mean my split personality has taken over permanently?

Does this mean I’m dead?


Does Daphne feel the same way ? Living each and every day not knowing if she would wake up as herself the next day.

Perhaps one of her greatest fear would be to go to bed and never wake up as herself the next day. Worst still, imagine if she was somewhere inside one of her split personality, watching and feeling every emotion and thought yet unable to do anything.


It’s like you are paralysed while your body and soul is being taken over.

I looked at Daphne who was clutching onto a cushion as she hung onto every word that was being said on screen. I could tell she was really enjoying the movie.

When the end credits started to roll, I looked back up to see Daphne’s eyes a little red. She looked a little emotional and I checked the time on the clock.

It’s almost 11am.


If she decides to go all crazy right now, it would really land both of us in a lot of trouble.

James : Oei… you ok or not…


Daphne took a moment to react before turning to look at me.

Daphne : you think… perhaps it’s a blessing to be able to wake up and not remember anything…. Start your life fresh everyday ??

James : Errrr….. I think I prefer to live a normal live….no need Hollywood drama…

Daphne switched off the TV and I handed her another piece of tissue.


She dabbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times before saying that it was a really sweet movie.

James :It’s a old show….


Daphne : Really ? …. I don’t really watch movies….

James : Why not ??

Daphne : Sometimes when it’s too dark… like in the theatre…. I can feel…. I can feel as if someone inside me is trying to reach out….

My eyes widened and I told Daphne she is starting to freak me out.


James : Ok… ok… hellow…. Karen is coming soon… please don’t scare me like this…

Daphne laughed and blew her nose before heading back into her room.

I switched off the TV and kept my eyes on the clock.

The appointment is set at 12pm.


There’s a chance Karen might turn up early.


11.50am

There was a knock on the door and I crawled to get Daphne.

James : Daphne…. Door…



Daphne came out of her room and gave my hair a playful pull as if I’m really her dog.

Daphne : Don’t call me name !!!....

I was about to protest but she was already down the hallway.


I remained on the floor as I watch the door swing open. There she is, Karen.

Karen is not exactly a looker, she just looks like the plain jane you see along the street. You won’t cast her a 2nd look . There is nothing attractive about her but you also can’t say she is ugly or repulsive.


She just has this serious and I’m very busy kind of expression on her face all the time.

Karen : Hi Daphne…. Hi… how are you…. all good ?

Daphne : Hi Karen… yeah…. So far so good…

Karen came in and looked at me from afar.


Karen : He gave you any trouble ?? …

Daphne : well… first couple of days is a little tricky… but once settled in… he’s fine….


Karen  : good… the drug working well right ?…. Base on the online reports you filed…. All seems good to me…….

Daphne nodded and she gestured impatiently at me.

Daphne : Hey… come here !...


She pointed at me with her index finger before making the come to me sign. The expression on her face, her body language, I would fucking rape her if she ever dares to do that to me when I’m not chained up and I have full use of my cock.

I crawled over, keeping my head low.

Daphne : lie on your back….

I hesitated and immediately felt a smack on my head.


Daphne : hurry up la !!...

I turned and laid down, exposing my deflated and useless dick to Karen and Daphne.

Karen  :…. looks pretty useless to me… hahaha….


Nothing in my vocabulary could describe how humiliated I was by that comment.
Karen sat down with Daphne in the kitchen and they went through some questions while I remained on the floor.


15 minutes later, Karen said that initially she would be bringing 5 other pairs of test subjects up but due to some unforeseen circumstances, she would only be bringing 2 pairs.

Daphne : Sure… no problem…

Karen : We’ll need a bigger sample pool for the drug testing… so… later… please help to sell this program a little to the girls ok ? haha…

Daphne : I will do my best… hahaha.. it’s really quite fun…



Karen raised an eyebrow and gave Daphne a questioning look.

Karen  :Err.. fun ?

Daphne : oh… I meant interesting… you know… sometimes… when you have a bad day… you have someone to take it out on….



Karen immediately caught on and nodded with a sly smile.

Karen : well…. Just be careful….. and remember….he was trying to take your upskirt picture…. He might try to do something worse if given the chance…

Daphne : haha… don’t worry…. There’s nothing he can do anyway…

The girls chuckled as Daphne walked Karen to the door.


Karen  :Ok… the 1st pair should be up in about 15 minutes.. they are on their way over… 2nd pair just left the station too…


Daphne : What do I need to do ? .. just show them…. Around ?

Karen : They have been brief about the program and basics…. So they have an idea in a way… so just answer any questions they might have will do….

Daphne : Ok… sure…



12.45pm


When Daphne opened the door to welcome the 1st pair of visitors, I hid behind the kitchen.

This is so fucking embarrassing.


Daphne : James…James !!! where are you !!.. come here…

I crawled out reluctantly coming face to face with a lady that looked like she was in her fifties.

Holy fuck.


She’s like the auntie selling me chicken rice in the hawker centre, who the fuck would take a upskirt picture of someone like that. She has thighs thicker than my body and she’s swaddling from side to side as she walks.

There are visible white streaks in her hair and she looked like she’s easily 20kg heavier than she should be.


I looked behind her to see this guy about the same age as me. My heart immediately ached for him.

He looked shocked beyond words seeing me naked and on the floor but his eyes lingered longer at Daphne.



I could see him checking Daphne out from head to toe.

Daphne : Hellow….feel free to ask me if you have any questions….

Auntie : I heard…. It’s safe… that they won’t be able to have an erection….

Daphne : yes… it’s very safe…. Let me show you… James…. lie on your back…

I cringed at the thought of revealing my cock to this auntie but inside my heart I was thankful for my choice.

Note to self.


Want to take the risk of shooting a upskirt picture ?, Die also find a hot girl, never settle for anything lesser than you deserve.

Daphne confidently grabbed my cock without a glove this time round in front of the visitors.

Daphne : See…. No use one… it’s dead…


She even tried to stroke and coax a erection out but nothing happened.

Daphne : First few days of course will be a little hard but after you get use to him…. It’s alright… hahah…

I could see the eyes of the auntie twinkling as she looked at my naked body.

I had to bit my teeth to stop myself from crying.


The auntie turned to look at the guy that was caught taking her upskirt.

Before that auntie could say anything, the guy immediately turned to the police escort to say he has made up his mind.

Guy : I want to go to jail…. We can leave now…


The auntie looked disappointed with the decision and they left after another minute or so.

The moment the door closed, Daphne and I burst out laughing until we were both on the floor.

Daphne : What the hell man !!... that guy… that guy… ahhahaha… tried to take the auntie upskirt…. Hahaha


James : Yah… what the fuck was he thinking man… hahaha….i’m so thankful I chose a hot and pretty girl… at least get caught also worth it.. haha…

The chuckling went on for a while before there was another knock on the door.


The other pair must be here.

Daphne wiped her tears from her face and composed herself before checking through the peephole.

She broke into a smile and turned to look at me.


Daphne : Ohhhh….you’re going to love this one.. hahaha….


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1 comment:

  1. After following your just-ended story (TBW) diligently for the past months, I am glad you are back to action with your latest work.

    Wish you a happy and prosperous CNY. Huat Ah!

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