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squirming against my bonds. After he disposed of the syringe and vial, he suckled on my tortured clit until my knees buckled beneath me and I was hanging limply from my wrists.
    He took out one more vial, and I shook my head, moaning, trying to let him know I couldn’t handle anything else. But instead of coming near me with it, he wiped a swab over the base of his cock. “This one is like those little purple pills, only better. It gives me complete control over my erections. I can get hard as often as I want, and the erections can last as long as I want them to last. I can come and still keep fucking without any softening or recovery time if I want. No side effects.” He stabbed his cock with the loaded syringe and sucked in a breath while the liquid was delivered.
    Then he looked over at me, where I was still hanging like a limp noodle. “Well, there is one little side effect. It adds a good inch or two in length, maybe more depending on the man, and probably a half inch or more in girth to every erect penis. I haven’t used it on myself before, so we’ll have to wait and see how much it adds, won’t we?”
    For the first time, he winked at me…like it was all a game.

I’d been afraid he was going to fuck me then, right after all those injections that had sent my body into panic and pain. My fears proved unfounded, though.
    Instead, he put me back in my metal underthings, preventing anything or anyone , including me, from touching my insanely sensitive parts. He took the cock gag out of my mouth and brushed my teeth. And then he put me down on my hands and knees, and pulled my leash until I crawled after him from the bathroom.
    I followed him on all fours through the winding halls of the penthouse, shivering and shuddering at the things I saw in those moments I dared to look into the rooms we passed. Finally, we arrived back in the massive room we’d started in. He led me to one of the many oddly shaped pieces of furniture. After unhooking my leash, he connected my collar to a metal hook on the furniture, forcing me to stretch up high on my knees. Then he drew my arms behind my back again and pulled my ankles up, using handcuffs to connect my right wrist to my left ankle and vice versa. That left me with nothing to use for balance other than my knee caps and the tiny bit of assistance I got from the collar.
    Once he had me situated how he wanted, he climbed over me to plop down onto the leather chair. It had him in a reclining position, with his legs spread out on either side of me so that my face hovered right over his insanely big, hard cock that seemed to still be growing before my eyes.
    Instead of forcing my head down so I had to suck him off, though, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up and back so I had to look at him. His eyes bored into mine, penetrating all the way down to the depths of my soul, it seemed.
    “You’ve done well today, slave.”
    “I have a na—”
    My argument was cut off by a sharp tug on my hair and a slap to the face.
    “Your name is slave.”
    His voice was always soft, never full of anger, no matter how roughly he handled me in a physical context. I marveled at his control, his seeming lack of emotion, even as I fought back tears and another retort.
    “If I give you permis sion to speak, you may call me Sir,” he continued, calm as you may please, but firm. Always firm.
    Sir . Not a name. I still didn’t know who he was or where we were. I just knew he’d pumped us both full of sex chemicals that he’d created, and now he thought I was going to answer to slave for the next five years. Not gonna happen.
    “Wha—”
    He cut off my question with a sharp tug on my hair again, and I hissed in a breath.
    “You are slave. I am Sir. You will obey my commands to the letter, instantly and without question or hesitation.”
    With his free hand, he stroked the side of my face…just as he’d licked away my tears earlier. The sudden shift between the domineering,