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POV: You are friendzoned by your crush, reduced to be her minion. Good enough to run her errands, shop groceries, clean her flat or holding her towel. But never enough to date her, be involved with her romantically.

She uses the word bitch, or more recently 'cuck bitch' - I hate those words. It ridicules my efforts towards making her life more perfect. But she insisted on it even when I tried to protest. Nowadays a nametag reading 'cuck bitch' is dangling on top of my chastity cage, to "make sure you understand your place".

That stupid chastity cage. She sweet-talked me into it, saying it would strengthen our bond. All it did was enabling her to become more mean and bossy with me. I dont even know how to open this damn thing, there is no lock and its so sturdy. She said it works with an app but I never seen her using it. I started losing my mind after about a month, but now after it has been nearly 4, I can't think straight anymore.

Yesterday I paid her boyfriends rent. They had me on my knees and mocked me while I hit the send button. I didn't care, Miss promised me to "really really super duper thinking about unlocking me" if I pay her boyfriend.

All they did was laugh about me that night as I eagerly waited for her to unlock me eventually. But she never did and just send me away. She never even mentioned it again. Maybe I should ask her, but I am afraid to annoy her. I mean, I think its okay to ask… I paid hundreds and hundreds of $ to her boyfriend, I can at least ask if…

"Bitch, water." "Yes Miss, right away Miss. Thank you Miss."

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Heyy honey! Look whos here! How you doing? And see what I got here! Shaky shaky

chuckle Am I good at teasing you? The nurses gave me these. They say its good for us if I come to visit you from time to time and tease you with the keys to this cell. It should helps us bond and cement me being the only one that can either release you or just keeping you here for as long as I wish. Well, not that you dont know that, since we both signed all those contracts and willpowers of course but they pointed out how much visual stimuli is important to keep that connection going. So, shaky shaky. I got the keys! I got the keys!

Oh no, now the big boy's angry! Yes, scream inside your gag. Pull on your restraints. Let it all out. Its so funny, you look like a codfish being catched. Wow, I never seen you so angry and sad at the same time. Good for you to permanently hugging yourself due to that new straightjacket. At least someone does, since you are all alone and isolated. Being stored away from society.

And I can see those nurses never even bothered to remove that chastity cage you had on when we committed you in their care. Still all locked up with my cute pink-hearted lock, huh? I bet when you are all bored and sad, sitting in your own misery you look down on your cage and think of me, right? I think so, because it has my name engraved on it and its the only thing in your cell with a bright colour. They didnt even asked me for the key for that thing. Haha, they just dont care I guess.

This place is amazing! Thank god your perversions made you opt-in for the indefinite treatment plan. I get to enjoy your wealth in peace while you can live out your sick fantasies in here. Perfect!

By the way, I just told the headnurse that I choose to prolong your stay for another year. Oh, dont look so shocked, I sold that MB 300 to pay for the costs of living. And its for the better, that car only occupied space in the garage thats now free for Angelo to use. Yea, in case you wonder, its that Angelo. My fitness instructor I told you not to worry about? Well, oops. He kinda moved in a few months ago and we have a great time ever since.

And here we got the screams and fighting again. Oh, and are those tears? Thats a new one. Seriously, thats why I gave all those nurses a big bonus from the money I got from selling that stupid car. Lets be real, paying for a lousy cell, straps to keep you in place, some elctricity and the grudgy slime they feed you twice a day isnt that much of an expense. But paying the nurses dealing with your emotional antics and irrational outburst definetly is.

Well, anyway. I got to get going, Angelo's waiting outside, we are on our way to the airport for a three week vacation in Rome. Gotta be fantastic. Expect me back in a month or so. Mwuah. Oh yea.. and. Shaky. Shaky! I got the keys! I got the keys!

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[EXPAND] Find the 1st part of this story here:

Tap Tap As I tapped on the car window with my fresh manicured fingernails I have to admit how funny it is to catch him by surprise and seeing him nearly hitting his head from jumping up in his car seat. And now that I think about it, I might tapped the window way more harder than it would have been necessary.

He looked at me with those sad but pleading eyes he seems to always have these days. "Hello Ma'am, nice to meet you, Ma'am!" he said while lowering the window. "Hey Virmy, and I told you to call me Jill."

"Yes, Miss Jill, I am sorry."

I rolled my yes. Damn, she really did a number on him. "Sigh Never mind, so what are you doing here all alone?" "Miss is at the beach with her friends and I was allowed to drive them here and later on driving them back, Ma'am."

"I know that, Virmy. I was about to meet up with them, working on my tan. But why are you sitting in the car? In the breeding sun I might add." I asked him fairly out of curiosity, but of course I already knew the answer. The control that my daughter has over her own stepbrother amazes me everytime. These days I think its fair use to say former stepbrother and more like, well, her minion, servant, eager follower or as she simply said it, her slave. I dont agree with the latter term of course, but she and her friends, as well as her boyfriend even, dont seem to mind having any problem to verbally reducing him to that status. Maybe its a generational thing.

"I-I am not allowed to enjoy the beach, Ma'am. Beaches are for popular people, for beautiful people. I am neither, so my place is in the car."

That bitch. Thats why I am against this whole 'slave' things and always trying my best to talk a little sense and empathy into her. I dont know how many times I have told her to be more nice to him. To not treat him like pure cattle. That tattoo alone was way too much for him in the first place. Quite recently she also made him get one of those PA-Piercings to add to his new chastity cage. The way how sad he looked when she demonstrated to me how secure it is locked around him now, literally not removable without her permission, stayed with me.

Sure, I laughed too, but only because that new cage not only made his whole package a lot smaller, making it look funny but she also decorated him with a banana peel she put right on the top of his head, which apparently he had to wear and balance there throughout his day ever since she had her breakfast. It looked so hilariously and ridiculously stupid. I couldnt help to feel his balls while he stood there right before us though, looking down at the floor in defeat. The bolt 'VERMIN' lettering right above his cage staring back at us. I will never forget the sounds coming from him once I tenderly fondled his back-upped balls. So much frustration, so much eagerness, so much resignation.

'These feel quite full, dear. Do you actually ever let him cum?' I pointed out to her how miserable Virmy must feel after, what would I suspect, months and months of denial. Walking around her flat, looking at short skirts, bikinis, even lingerie. And eventually having to hear her and Ryan shaking sheets just a few doors away. 'Uhm, no. Not really. And you definetly arent helping him, touching him like that'. She said while smiling back at me. I still know how shocked and how much pity I felt. 'You know you should let him cum sometimes? He would have gotten plenty after such a long time if for me.' He groaned again quite miserably as I slightly patted the underside of his balls with my flat fingertips. Splat Splat Splat

'Yea mom. You is you. And me is me. There are many studies contradicting his so called 'Need' to bust a nut every now and then. Thats all bs for me. So no, I should not let him cum anytime soon, correct Vermin?'. Arguing with her is not worth my time. And certainly not after learning how much Virmy was already submitting to her after having to hear the nervous 'Yes Yes Yes, Miss'-stammering and about how lucky he is to serve her in the first place. Yea right.

But now this! Letting him sit in this car, right under the sun? Thats downright dangerous, I must have a real word with her. I know it is probably fruitless to have this conversation. As I said, I tried many times before, but nevertheless I feel obligated to at least try to get through him.

"Listen, you are not unpopular. And you are not ugly. You have every right to be at this beach, just like her and her friends. Just like me. No one can take that away from you, You get that?" I hold his hand softly, smiling at him. He looked at me sadly.

"I am ugly and unpopular, Ma'am. Please let me sit here."

"Virmy! You risk getting a heatstroke, your Princess and her friends surely didnt think it will get THIS hot! Having you sitting here in that black T-shirt, sweating your ass off, while they are lounging their bikini bodies is not fair." I explained softly only now realizing the fact he is wearing long jeans and a black T-shirt. An interesting black shirt...

... "Uhm, by the way. What is this T-shirt. Can I see that?" He now sadly put his arms to his side, smooth out any creases to make it more easy to read the quote that is on there. 'VIRGIN LOSER - NOT ALLOWED IN PUBLIC'. Bolt. Prominently in big pink letters.

"What… What is this now?" I said more disappointed than being puzzled.

"Oh, thank you for asking, Ma'am. Thats a gift that my generous Princess gave me today. I am to wear it inside the car to not be tempted to leave from here and stroll around, Ma'am. My Princess knows to protect me from the outside since I am ugly and unpopular."

"sigh … Virmy, this is getting out of hand, you will step out of that car right now! Lets get that seat belt off and…. and this?" I pointed to a yellow bikini slip that sits onto his jeans right at his crotch. "You care to explain that one?"

He shifted nervously on his seat, his voice becoming weak. "That was a friend of Princess, Ma'am. She dumped this old bikini slip she had in her bag right here. It has to be in this place to protect my virginity s-she s-said." Tears forming in his eyes now.

I just looked at him, lost for words. Some silence between us before he started talking again.

"Ma'am. I dont want to be disrespectful, but I am not allowed to have the window down for more than two minutes at a time. Please can I shut the windows once again, Ma'am?"

Thats when I lost my temper. How can someone be so pathetic? Be such a push over. Gosh! Well then, let him live his life however that idiot wants.

"You know what, you little Vermin creature. Close the fucking windows, keep sitting in that car, sweating like an idiot and dont even think about going to the beach. You are trash, you are ugly and no one wants you there. And your shirt? Its the truth. You are a virgin and dont deserve any company from popular and beautiful people, understood wimp?! And the next time I see you cry in front of me I will tell your Goddess so she can give you something to really cry about. You are a loser, you have no reason to be sad, just accept no one will ever like you. Keep raising the windows now, so no one has to look at you, you ugly fucking idiot."

Unbelievable. So stupid and pathetic! I stormed off away angrily, feeling just pity for being such a loser for the rest of his long life. In the distant I just heard the quiet whirring sounds of the car windows being raised electronically.

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