In his lap was a large bowl of popcorn, sprinkled with salt and melted butter. Lisa knelt at his feet, her hands bound behind her back, her legs spread so he could see her shaved pussy. They were playing what Gilbert called the “slapping game”. Every time he slapped her, if Lisa took it with grace, he'd toss her a piece of popcorn. A can of Coke sat on the coffee table, with a straw sticking out the opening. Gilbert slapped Lisa's face, the sound resounding in the small room. Her cheek reddened, but she barely noticed as he tossed a piece of the corn in the air. She was focused on catching it with her mouth. If she missed it, she was allowed to bend down, arms tied behind her, and pick it off the rug with her mouth. But it got fuzzy that way. Much better to catch it the first time. She got it, and grinned triumphantly. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Gilbert thought to himself. This bitch wouldn't have given him the time of day if he'd tried to meet and date her in the normal way.
