This is part 3 part 2 can be found here
“You can’t do this to me! Untie me!”
“Are you sorry about what you did yet?”
His chin again rose. “I can do what I want! You’re not my mommy!”
I turned and reached into the toy side of my diaper bag. I pulled out my prod first. I set it to low and went back to the side of his crib.
I started by slowly touching the electric tip near Mickey’s outie belly button. He yelped as it made contact. I didn’t stop though and touched his bare skin again a couple inches higher. His painful outburst came again but I wasn’t done yet- not by a long shot.
I zapped each of his nipples and could see involuntary tears welling in his big blue eyes. They still looked full of anger and resentment, though.
“Are you sorry yet?”I asked again, but knew the answer before he growled it out.
“I’m not sorry! Untie me!”
He didn’t say please and he wasn’t the least bit sorry yet. He would be though. It might take the rest of the afternoon but I had a whole assortment of toys to torture him with.
I pulled out the dildo and clamps next.
Yep, this was about to get serious. I wasn’t usually one for much torture, but Mickey had to learn I was his mommy when I was here and I was the boss.
This story will be continued next week, but if you want to know more now call me and I’ll tell you everything, including stuff I left out of the writing.