Where better to find a proper British family man than down the supermarket? By posing as a plain clothes store detective, I can take my pick of the guys... while they pick out their groceries.

This sexy hunk, arm in arm with a pretty girl, without a care in the world, was the perfect target. I approach him in the carpark and accuse him of shoplifting, and he's instantly embarrassed - his wife is looking at him in horror. Her husband - stealing?!

To sort out this awkward situation as quickly as possible, he agrees to come with me to get the search over with...

Poor Daryl - he's obviously so used to playing the 'nice husband' that he is obedient even in the face of an increasingly suspicious situation. After 'checking' his footwear, I take the fucker by surprise and stuff his own sweaty socks in his mouth, taping them in place before he can stop me.

To lessen his struggles, I tie Daryl's upper arms securely and then get some entertainment out of ordering him to strip naked with only a few inches of movement possible for each hand. As he gets naked, his entire demeanour changes from indignant manliness to cringing humiliation. Daryl tries desperately to hide his cock, so I pin him against the wall and enjoy a leisurely grope of his smooth, toned body - pinching his nipples, slapping his chest, and roughly yanking his dick and balls around.

When he still insists on trying to cower away from my attentions, I tie him in place and start on him with the flogger, hitting whatever trembling body part Daryl isn't currently trying to protect. His nipples, arse, thighs and genitals all feel the sting of my whip, but when I start flogging his tender feet, Daryl really suffers. As I hit each foot, he leaps into the air in pain - so I make him 'dance' like this until he's panting in exhaustion.

Bending him over, I find his crack is dripping with sweat - tempting me to slide a couple of fingers into his tight arsehole, and viciously fingerfuck him. But with Daryl wriggling like fuck and screaming through his gag, I decide he still hasn't learned how to behave, so I clamp his nipples and clip some weights onto his sensitive scrotum.

All Daryl's wailing tells me he wants those clamps off as soon as possible - but I don't intend to make it easy for him. I tie a bucket tightly around his cock and balls, hang it over the clamps and watch him suffer as he realises just how much it weighs on its own.

But when I start pissing into the bucket, it's a whole different story. Daryl flings his head back in pain as the nipple clamps almost tear off his tender nubs... and are suddenly cruelly jerked free by the weight of all my piss. So I urinate all over his cock instead, enjoying the stricken look on his face as he realises just what he's got himself into.