Since he’s been chewing impatiently at my ankle I thought I would tell you guys a story about Pauley, if for no other reason than to stop the little fucker from gnawing on me and it’s really the only Christmas story I have for you guys.
Little Pauley was fucked up at a very early age by his sister and by the one tv program that comes up over and over again when it comes to submissive males and their childhood is Batman. Yes don’t try to cover it up, you know that a vast majority of you little twisters out there were introduced to being under the spell of a sexy woman through Catwoman, and Marsha The Queen of Diamonds with her poison love darts. And that’s just Batman, what about Wonder Woman (gotta love that truth lariat)? There are just endless references concerning the psychology of fetish and pop culture. But I digress.
Pauley was a pathetic, annoying little brother and his sister made sure that he knew just how aggravating he was. You see little Pauley would run around the house all day dressed as Batman with his Batman mask on trying to be significant in some way by emulating his hero, the caped crusader. Problem is no matter what he did he was still just irritating little Pauley (and I might add he’s not changed much).
Pauley’s sister, being much older and more superior than her tiny, insignificant and deeply disturbed little brother, would take measures to drive him as crazy as he was driving her. Pauley’s sister would grab him, tie him up with his own rope and begin to tickle his feet until he couldn’t take it anymore. A couple of times he couldn’t take it anymore and little Pauley actually experienced his first orgasm while in one of these fits of intense giggling.
As time went on Pauley’s sister started to torment him with her friends. She and her BFF would again get Pauley tied up and the two of them would take off their own socks and stick their stinky toes under his Batman mask forcing him to endure their aroma all the while swearing they would unmask him and reveal who he really was. (See girls this is what happens when you screw around with your baby brother)
I guess it doesn’t take a complete idiot to see where this ended up going. Now poor, foolish, incredibly pathetic Pauley has intense sexual fantasies of being unmasked in his Batman costume (yes he has one as an adult). To be forced in to the homemade foot stocks he fashioned, barefoot and defenseless, while pretty young (Pauley is middle aged now and is still a pervert) girls tickle his bare feet and smother him with their bare toes wiggling under his mask.
Now really as fetish’s go his are pretty run-of-the-mill and ho hum. Batman, blah, blah we’ve all heard that one before, foot fetish, blah, blah, being barefoot and defenseless, ya da ya da, submissive guy wants to lose control, cal surprise. However somewhere in the midst of him becoming a man (omg I think I just blew milk threw my nose laughing at that word), Pauley, not unlike many of you weak boys out there, decided to look around at the fetish world and see what other kinky delights are out there to enjoy and while doing so tripped over FINANCIAL DOMINATION!!! Yes the dreaded FD rears its seductive head.
Enter the good Doctor. Pauley after being dissatisfied with other girls who say they’ll blackmail him and never do asked me if I would be so kind as to fuck him up real good. And of course, who am I to turn down a good wallet raping? I had him do my requisite thinking about it for 48 hrs and he still felt it would be, ‘fun’. So away I went with what little info he gave me and I actually came back with a lot on him more than usual. I had his wife’s name, he told me where she worked. I did some digging and got his home number and her work number and email. It was perfect.
Pauley really liked knowing I had all the info. It wasn’t a blackmail contract per se. We didn’t have set amounts, I would just basically rev his engine by getting him to beg me not to contact his wife with the plethora of incriminating pictures he’s sent me over time of him ‘fooling around’ with young girls (yes they were of age) who would tease him in the foot stocks and play with his mask with their feet. All of which his lovely wife didn’t know about of course.
As you have probably already guessed Pauley can be annoying. Did I mention, aggravating? And cheap too. He’s the kind of tool who writes you to tell you it’s his birthday and can you do a FREE call with him for his birthday. LOL like I care! And by the way guys, the best way to get under my skin is by asking for handouts.
Pauley had been out of work, a victim of the recent recession/depression. He had spent the entire summer on unemployment just indulging these barefoot and defenseless sexual fantasies. Not looking for a job, not contributing to the household. No just sitting on his ass playing with his dicklet. His wife at this time was pregnant with their 2nd child. She’s gone through her entire pregnancy with him doing absolutely nothing for her. She’s out there busting her ass to bring home more money. Does he clean the house through the day? No. Does he pick up their eldest child from daycare? No. Does he attempt to make dinner? No she has to do that when she gets home. As a woman, no wait, as a compassionate human-being listening to this made my blood boil.
It’s December, and she’s due to have their kid soon. In other words, she’s very pregnant and bitchy and tired and fully entitled to be all three. All he did was whine about how depressed he was and how he just didn’t get along with her anymore and how he was re-thinking their marriage. Blah, blah, blah. He’s created this situation but can’t see it. So after several real counseling sessions and me urging him to get a shrink he does and I start teaching him how to treat his wife. Shouldn’t have to teach common sense but…
He’s still whining. I hate whining unless it’s for mercy. If it’s for self-pity then move along. It was obvious he just wasn’t ‘getting’ what I was trying to teach him, it was still all about Pauley so I decided to fuck him up real good. I told him he had until 2 days before Christmas (this gave him 2 weeks) to come up with $5000 or his wife would know everything he’s been doing while he’s supposed to have been looking for work. He thought at first that I was joking but soon found out I wasn’t and then his teeny, tiny balls started to curl and sweat. It got down to the deadline and even a few days before he went in to negotiation mode, ‘What if it’s only this much?’ I stood firm. $5000 or he’s a weekend dad.
Well he made the deadline by cashing in part of his 401K.Â And me being the least Grinchiest of Grinches didn’t do this to steal his Christmas. Why no. What did this Grinchy Clause do? I made him go out and buy a diamond bracelet to give to his wife on Christmas morning for being a selfish, retarded little Who. With pictures to prove it of course; you never can trust a cheap, skeezy Who.
See? Dr Sue Saved Christmas! 😉
I’m going to make an addendum to this story. To those of you who think this makes me weak. As a female supremacist I felt his wife was being disrespected and decided to get him to see the light the hard way. This doesn’t make me weak, it makes me true to my word. Sure I could have kept the money or made him send me the bracelet but I could care less. I don’t need his money.