Pain of the Goblin

. At one point she turned her full buttocks to me and slapped them with her long nails. Stephanie looked down and touched her crotch slightly, smiling at my growing erection.

She put her arms on the arms of the chair I was tied to and leaned in from the back, sticking her butt on my lap, and grinding my bare cock slowly.

Her soft cheeks, contrasted with the scratchy bodysuit, rubbed and tortured my pre-orgasmic member and she laughed, and then jumped away just as I was about to spurt, and began dancing around in front of me again.

Then she climbed up on my lap from the front, rubbing her cleavage in my face, and letting her hair spill all over me...

Oh, I began getting quite excited. Her hair has grown since she had her yahoo profile pic and it spilled on me like a raven waterfall...Steph rubbed her cheek against mine and made a noise as if she'd just had an orgasm, and my cock was going wild!

Finally, Steph unhooked her bodysuit top and rubbed her bare breasts all over me, neatly avoiding my tongue as I tried to touch them.

She unhooked her crotch thing and began rubbing her cunt lips, pulling the pink parts back so I could see her beautiful vagina. The feeling of her soft cheeks on my mammoth cock was unbelievable!

"Here I am, a nice girl from Brooklyn, New York" Steph said, mock-tearfully, "and I just sat on your lap.

Mother always told me that if I ever sat on a man's lap I should put down a magazine first..." But of course Mother never imagined that she'd have a naked man and be prancing around in lingerie, I want to tell her...but with Steph it's better to keep your mouth closed sometimes!

"What am I going to do with this?" Stephanie pointed to my rock-hard, purple boinger, swaying out from between my legs.

Her long crimson nail flicked it, and I gasped, and then she trotted into the kitchen and came back with an egg-beater...you know, the old-fashioned kind with blender blades on the bottom and a thing that you turn at the top, to make the blender blades spin. Oooh.

Steph ordered me to lose my erection, and I just stared at her, so beautiful in her lingerie...

"You can't get rid of that nasty thing...well as a good Baptist girl, I'll get rid of it for you!"

She danced forward and dropped the egg-beater near my shaft and began turning the crank, and by God, the blades began spinning next to my poor dick, hitting and hurting it, and I of course began screaming, begging her to stop...

"What's your deal honey" Steph asked as she continued to turn the crank.

"If you can't make that thing of yours behave, maybe we need to get rid of it. I'll cut it off and give it to the Goodwill.

Some nice pre-op tranny could pick it up...for five bucks or so." Laughing, Steph pushed the egg beater even closer and I screamed, and finally lost my erection.

"Well I am so glad that nasty little thing has calmed down" Steph said, though I could see a slight smile.

"Don't you know a virginal little thing like me has to be protected from your big, bad penis?" I was looking at my thingie forlornly...the blender blades had skewered it a bit, and oh, how I wished I wasn't wearing handcuffs!

I would've run, run away...let me tell you. But I was trapped there, and Stephanie finally put the egg-beater back in the kitchen and came back out.

"Oh honey, you're not mad at your Steph, are you baby?" I shook my head, but she seemed genuinely concerned. She sat back down on my lap and put her arms around my neck.

She kissed my neck and face and lips, and moved her full butt all over my cock again, telling me how sorry she was that she was so strict.

"But you have to learn to be a gentleman, Gobby." Steph told me "You have to--what's this?"

Steph jumped up again, and there my cock was! Rock hard! Oh, was she furious! So she invited her boyfriend to come over and told him how "Sexually rude" I'd been to her, and he used my anus as a pincushion for his dick! Woe is me!

10/30/05

Stephanie drops by now and then...she came today and I was working at home. "Jesus, this place looks like hell.

Oh, you should've seen her walking disgustedly through my trash strewn place--skin tight jeans, her little butt twitching back and forth, this snug cashmere sweater, light brown, it poked out her adorable boobs, and of course high heeled boots that I bought her last year when we were in Istanbul.

I kept protesting that I had work to do--I'm a commercial real estate broker, but I had to ignore my files and listen to her BITCH at me about how I keep my place.

"This is a total hole" Steph finally said, pointing a long red nail at the remnants of some Chinese food in the corner of the room. "Strip and stand in the middle of the room!" I rolled my eyes.

"Look, my tenants here in the house are not awake yet, honey."

But then she gave me that look, and so I stripped and stood in the middle of the room, and she began stroking my suffering cock.

"You poor thing" she whispered in my ear as her nails toyed with the pulsing vein on the tip of my shaft. "I know you've not cum since July 6, and you may not get to cum till January, if you keep your place this shitty, you know."

Steph pulled my dick a little faster and whispered "You can't keep house well, and you excuse it by telling me that you can't afford a maid." I coughed. "Well, Steph, you do cost a lot."

Steph laughed deep in her throat. "Well, then you have to learn to clean up after yourself. God knows I'm not entertaining you at my place.

That's where my boyfriend hangs out....and stop your lip trembling. No one likes a whiny jealous boy."

As I pouted, my cock swelled, and Steph reached up and twisted my right nipple HARD, and I shrieked. Jesus, I was worried that Doug was going to wake up, and if he saw this, my housemate was going to give me lots of shit.

"Did you ever think of cleaning your house yourself, dear heart?"

Steph's palm grasped and juggled my scrotum lightly, and I looked up as she tossed her gorgeous raven hair, and enjoyed the feeling of my balls being tickled by her long, white, manicured fingers.

Steph continued to tickle my testicles and ran her tongue across her full lips, giggling. "Stephanie, let's go have lunch." I smiled. "Cleaning is not my thing, honey. It's a maids work...it's not for us." Steph snorted.

The fingers began massaging my testes a little faster. "Maid's work, huh?" Stephanie smiled. Then she clenched her hand around my balls, crushing them together. Spasms of pain shot through my crotch and tears came to my eyes.

"My mother was a maid, honey." Steph squeezed harder, and then let go my scrotum, her nails dragging red spots, and I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach.

I felt her boot kick me in the side. "You are such a fucking pig, Goblin!"

"I mean, what do you expect, to get some poor wetback maid to slave away for you? Why can't you do it?

Because you're such a classy real estate broker? Grab your ankles!" I did so, and it's painful, with my pot belly. Steph landed the cane across my cheeks about fourteen times, as I screamed...but she doesn't care!

Steph has a way of landing the long, thin rattan just perfectly against old blisters from previous castigation...it lands, the blister bursts, Steph curses me for bleeding up her cane, and then it lands again and again.

"I get ill listening to you howl...we may have to get your voice box removed, darling'" she crooned, as she lashed the cane all over my back.

"Can't you learn to clean?"

Steph jumped around in front of me and landed the cane four or five times on my stomach, and that's incredibly stinging.

I have a slight pot belly, and it took the smacks from the cane with not much grace, let me tell you. I tried to run, but Steph followed me, landing the cane over my thighs and back and once across the back of my neck!

I fell down finally, hoping she would see this as surrender, but Steph lashed me with the cane more and more, even as I rolled into the fetal position.

Finally she threw down the cane and looked at me. "You're going to have to get this place in shape, or I'm not going to come see you anymore. At all." Stephanie turned on her heel and walked out, her adorable butt twitching as her heels clicked out of my house. This was worse than the whipping, let me tell you.

I chased Steph out the door, forgetting that I was nude. But a squeal from the neighbor caused me to put the majority of my body behind the door.

"Please, Stephanie...I love you. I'm so sorry that you don't like the way I keep my house." I was begging.

"But I don't know how to clean, and I spend all my money on you...would you direct me?"

Stephanie has a good heart, and she smiled. "Well, I suppose so. But I'm not too patient with slackers, and you'd better hop to it, kiddo."

Stephanie came back in the house, and actually leaned in to me , pushing her beautiful cashmere covered boobs into my poor sunken chest. "I'm so glad you're showing initiative--finally!" I smiled and kissed her.

"I'd do anything in the world for you, Steph. I really love you, I--"

"Shut up!" Stephanie gave me a really big kiss, imprinting the taste of her cherry lip gloss all over my face.

What a chick, man. Steph went to the corner of the living room and picked up her cane. "Now then, I'm going to teach you to clean, but you're going to learn fast, or else!"

Stephanie came up to me swinging WHACK!! A nasty one across the hip

."Do you have a vacuum cleaner?" I ran for it. WHACK! Right across my nipples.

What about dust rags...no, then we'll rip up your shirt." And immediately she tore apart the $65.00 Izod Lacoste shirt I'd tossed on the couch when I'd stripped for her.

"Turn the vacuum on baby...WHACK WHACK Don't miss WHACK WHACK any corners."

I kept dodging around, trying to keep from having her cane scar my entire back and buttocks,

and strangely, this assisted me to get the vacuum cleaner in all the corners.

Steph took me by the nose and made me lick out all the ashtrays.

This was incredibly disgusting, as Doug and Travis had a cigar party last night. "Think of them as dicks to swallow, darling, as we do" Stephanie said, watching me gag and hold my stomach.

The dusting was tough, because Steph kept running a finger across shelves and the stereo and coming up with dust, and becoming enraged.

I dusted and vacuumed the entire living room, all the corners and crevices from high to low. Steph had me vacuum the furniture, the lampshades and the pictures.

When I argued that there was no point in running the vacuum over my Leroy Neiman print, Steph ordered me over her knee and the cane made me scream for nearly forty minutes.

"And look at all these mice!" Steph attempted to stomp a little rodent hustling under my grandfather clock.

"Didn't you use those mousetraps I gave you last year?" I grunted. Steph went into the kitchen and came back with the still wrapped mousetraps. "Well, if you don't want to use them for the mice, maybe I should use them on you!"

Stephanie put one on each of my nipples and two on each side of my dick. "Get back to work!"

Stephanie watched as I washed the curtains, dust mopped the floor, and vacuumed and steam-cleaned the carpet.

I washed the Venetian blinds in the back yard, till I stank of ammonia, and I hosed them off with the garden hose.

Then Steph turned the hose on me briefly, as she'd heard me use profanity. Not too good in October!

And the cold water hit the pain of the mousetraps even worse. And I saw old Mrs. Galligan, the neighbor, watching in disgust as a naked man with mousetraps on him was dancing out of the way of a hose by a clothed woman.

Wonderful!

Steph looked around the living room after I'd done vacuuming and dusting. and replaced the now quite clean Venetian blinds.

"well, looks okay...wait here's a dust-ball!" THUMP! Her fist came up into my balls, and I keeled over. "Aaah, what's this crumpled paper?"

Stephanie's hand reached down to drag me up by a nipple. As I screamed she knocked me back on the couch.

"You can't do a shitty job, and hope to make your Mistress happy." Steph held the piece of--a candy bar wrapper.

"This is junk...too much junk in the house, dear. And I told you to CLEAN." Steph pointed to the arm of the couch and I got up and bent over, biting my lip.

The cane rose and fell, ten times, crashing up and down my bare butt, and once across my testicles, and oh, how I cried!

"Ma'am, I'm trying so hard.." I gripped my buttocks, tears rolling down my face. "I've never cleaned anything before..."

Stephanie laughed, tapping her cane in her hand. At this point one of my housemates, Doug came down. "What's going on...Jesus, Goblin, you're pitiful."

"What the fuck's going on with you. Are those mousetraps on your nipples, and your dick?"

Steph grinned at him, and stuck her tongue out for a moment.

"Yes, here we have poor sissy-boy who doesn't want to clean the living room competently. Look at how he's whining."

Doug, who at one time was a pal who I watched football with and went for beers with, surveyed me contemptuously.

Here I was, the former Goblin party dude, stark naked and covered with welts as my girlfriend stood over me with a cane.

I was bending over and rubbing my butt and crying, and she was touching up her lip gloss and flirting with my housemate...who she's slept with once or twice, and you know she's never fucked me! (really)

Once, Doug and a couple of my other friends came in, including a couple of girls, and I was standing in the corner with my pants and shorts down, and Steph sat and flirted with them while I had to just crouch in the corner, my welted bare butt on view for all!

"This is what Gobby wants, and I'm givin' it to him." Steph said gaily.

"And seriously, Doug...if you don't like the way the house is kept, you should hit him now and then with the belt...

I know you're old buddies, but now you know what Goblin's really like."

I hung my head in shame as Doug laughed.

"Yeah, maybe I'll get him to suck my dick, too...Take care, Steffi, you too, you pitiful piece of shit."

Doug left, laughing. I began to cry in earnest, feeling intense humiliation. Doug had already told the boys down at the Montgomery Grill that I was a wimp...and now it would be worse!

I envisioned Doug and his friends taking their belts and whacking my ass and making me clean the house, scrub things and generally jump to their command...oh Jesus.

But then Steph sat me down and began stroking my cock.

"I'm just trying to teach you to be a good and obedient boy" she reminded me, as her hand gently squeezed my poor organ.

She knows how to make me feel better, that's for sure. "I want this fleabag house of yours to be chirpier, you should be grateful to your Mistress for that, dearie!"

Stephanie kissed my ear and pulled my cock, and God knows, it's been too long since I last had a release...

And soon I was moaning and gasping and her long nails were running up and down my shaft as I rubbed my face in her cashmere covered tits. Orgasm approached and I began panting.

SMACK! Stephanie's hand crashed across my face and she threw me on the floor! My cock now was just bouncing.

"Look here, big boy...we have more to clean, the bedrooms and the bathroom...do you want Doug and the fellows to come home and beat you with a belt?"

I stripped the beds, vacuuming the mattress and box spring.

I flipped the mattress. and then I polished the wood furniture in my room. I remember my mother doing this, vaguely.

"Now comes the kitchen, the most hygienic part of the house."

Stephanie patted my ass as she guided me in there.

"Now, I want you to clean out the garbage disposal, that's right, get your hand down in there."

Stephanie smiled as I put my hand gingerly down in the drain in the sink.

She leaned into me, and began toying with my cock as I wiped around down there, and I got to panting.

Stephanie even twisted the mousetraps that were attached to my cock and balls, and I cried a little, but I was soooo horny.

Stephanie put her other hand on the switch.

"Think, darling, of how your hand and wrist would be mangled if I flick this."

I began to panic, and Stephanie moved her hand away from the switch and stroked my hair. Her other hand was still playing with my stiff cock and balls, and I was oh, so horny.

"I feel like playing with your dick till you cum, I'm so proud of your work here in the kitchen." she crooned.

"Why don't you keep cleaning down in the disposal, and I'll play with your wee-wee..." her fingers toyed with my cock again and I began to pant.

But then I saw her finger moving toward the switch again, and I began pulling my arm out of the disposal. Steph noticed this and yanked her hand away from my cock.

"Don't you trust me? You must know I don't want to mangle your hand, darling...it would be the ultimate domination though." she reflected.

"Why don't you keep pulling all that crap out of the disposal honey-bun...and trust me"

Stephanie stroked my cock some more, and I gingerly put my hand back down in the disposal, and all of a sudden she flicked the switch, there was a brief grind, and she flicked it off. But I hadn't moved my arm.

"That's trust...I am so proud of you!" Stephanie smiled.

"But what about my orgasm?" I asked. Stephanie slapped my face hard." Get your hand out of the disposal and clean the rest of the kitchen. This is not about gratifying your disgusting desires!"

I whined I didn't want to stick my head in the oven to clean it.

This because my schizophrenic grandmother committed suicide that way, Stephanie grabbed a spatula and whacked my ass, grabbing my hair and pushing me in there. I sprayed and scrubbed the stuff off, oh it was horrible.

Steph stood over me while I wiped the stove vents, the coils, and the counters.

She lent me her blow-drier to speed up defrosting the freezer, and she threw nearly everything away in my fridge...but I guess it had been there a while!

"Now you mix three tablespoons of baking soda and a quart of warm water, and we'll clean out the freezer with that, and then we'll clean the outside of the fridge with glass cleaner."

Then came washing out the trash can.

Steph didn't like the job I did at first, so she knocked all the mousetraps off my nipples and crotch area.

I sobbed, but I cleaned the trash can out better. Fortunately, she then put the mousetraps away.

I had a real aversion to cleaning the bathroom, and Stephanie got quite annoyed with me.

She took off her sweater, and under it she was wearing a tiny white T-shirt that poked out her marvelous breasts, and she threw me down on the bathroom floor and stood over me.

With the T-shirt tucked into the tight jeans and the high boots, one hand on her hip, I felt like I was being threatened by a biker girl!

"I want you to get your head into the toilet and look at the mess in there!"

Stephanie ordered me, pushing my neck into the commode.

"You make me sick. Who the hell cleans like this?"

It was true that the john had not been cleaned in some time, and there was dried puke from where my housemates had drunkenly thrown up in there the night before.

"I want you to lick it out." Stephanie pushed my head further in. "NOW!" I began trying to pull my head out.

"Ma'am, please don't make me do that." I whined. "All of Doug and Chris and Travis's puke.."

As Steph pushed my head in further, she took her other hand and grabbed the cane and began whacking my up turned butt. WHACK! WHACK!

"Get your damned head in there! Lick it out NOW!" I resisted, but kept feeling her grip on my neck, and the cruel cane slashing my chubby buttocks.

Then I felt Stephanie's boot kicking my butt, but I kept my mouth closed.