<br/><strong>Mordecai ~ with Helen and Emma</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai grunted. It was his response to Helen. She had used his first name. They had been with each other for nine years. She had earned the right to warn him. Whether he liked it or not, he considered what she said.<br/><br/>The new thang probably wanted to get rid of the urethra plug.  There was the mask. The chains. The isolation. Her brand new feeding tube. One thing at a time. Let her feel how hell was really like so when he removed anything or change any little anything she was be ecstatic.<br/><br/>Eighteen hours ago if he had told her he wanted to watch her pee she would have laughed, slapped him or called the police.  Tomorrow, when he told her it would be hard for her to contain her excitement. It would be a privilege for her to pee while he watched. She might possibly be giddy at the thought of such a remarkably simply act and the pleasure it brought him.<br/><br/>She would learn that the way to get all those nice rewards she had taken for granted was to show some appreciation and some enthusiasm.  He didn't want to threaten her. He didn't want to promise her. He didn't want to tell her what would happen if she screwed up.  He was showing her what would happen when she displeased him. And she had displeased him today.<br/><br/>Now she would know first hand. This little taste of hell on earth was meant to brand into her conscious mind every waking minute why pissing him off was a very bad idea. Because actually this was just the first layers of hell. She had only been tossed into the tip of the ice berg.<br/><br/>It could get worse. He didn't bother to give her worst when he could give her a guided tour with a sampler so she knew he had no qualms about cutting loose and getting very very depraved for a very very long time and enjoying it.<br/><br/>Then there was Helen. Mothering annoyed him but it looked cute on Helen. He enjoyed those wary eyes of concern looking up at him as she used his first name.  Nothing like sex with her. Sex with her was screaming hot.  He just had to back off for a few days. They had gotten a carried away this time.<br/><br/>He had watched her on video doting over the swollen tummies. Delivering some lucky adopting couples first child. The glow on her cheeks as she held the squalling blanket. There was something else about her now.  The soft look in her eyes and how she came to him even hotter afterwards. He'd probably have to get around to that too. But not today. Today he had things to do and people to train and punish.<br/><br/>So Mordecai waved a hand to Helen, "Are you done?"<br/><br/>