I intercepted this prick on the train who was jerking off himself looking at me. Did he think I wouldn't notice? What a fool! And then touching himself without my permission... He couldn't get away with it! I convinced him to come to my house but his expectations as a man were disappointed. In fact, I tied him up, without the possibility of jerking off because he confessed to me that he was an inveterate geek, and now he has been lying for 48 hours without drinking or eating. I'm going to see how the situation is... I approach holding a magazine in my hand, in a ...
ITALIAN LANGUAGE
I intercepted this prick on the train who was jerking off himself looking at me. Did he think I wouldn't notice? What a fool! And then touching himself without my permission... He couldn't get away with it! I convinced him to come to my house but his expectations as a man were disappointed. In fact, I tied him up, without the possibility of jerking off because he confessed to me that he was an inveterate geek, and now he has been lying for 48 hours without drinking or eating. I'm going to see how the situation is... I approach holding a magazine in my hand, in a detached and indifferent way. He lies helpless. I give him a kick and he recovers for a while. He begs me to drink, he's dehydrated. I kick him and slap him saying that from now on it will be done as I say. I return with some milk and a bowl but I see him touching himself looking at a photo of the magazine I had left on the sofa. I get pissed off. And I become even more sadistic. I'll give him a drink but only a few drops from my feet. The basin full a few centimeters from his face and he who cannot drink! And not only that... He will also have to jerk off at my command, respecting my will and my countdown. In the end he will drink the milk mixed with sperm and spit, while with my feet I keep his head crushed in the liquid as if to him.
LA VIA LATTEA
Ho intercettato sul treno questo coglione che si stava segando guardandomi. Pensava non me ne sarei accorta? Che imbecille! E poi toccarsi senza il mio permesso... Non poteva passarla liscia! L’ho convinto a venire a casa mia ma le sue aspettative di uomo sono state deluse. L’ho infatti legato, senza la possibilità di segarsi perché mi ha confessato di essere uno smanettone incallito, e adesso da 48 ore giace senza bere né mangiare. Vado a vedere com’è la situazione... Mi avvicino tenendo in mano una rivista, in modo distaccato e indifferente. Giace inerme. Gli do un calcio e un po’ si riprende. Mi supplica di bere, è disidratato. Lo rimprovero e lo schiaffeggio dicendo che da ora in poi si farà come dico io. Ritorno con del latte e della bacinella ma vedo che lui si sta toccando guardando una foto della rivista che avevo lasciato sul divano. Mi incazzo. E divento ancor più sadica. Gli darò si da bere ma solo poche gocce dai miei piedi. La bacinella piena a pochi centimetri dal suo viso e lui che non può abbeverarsi! E non solo... Si dovrà anche segare a mio comando, rispettando la mia volontà e il mio countdown. Alla fine berrà il latte misto allo sperma e agli sputi, mentre con i miei piedi gli tengo schiacciata la testa nel liquido quasi a farlo annegare.
