Cock & Ball Torture with a Side of Sensory Deprivation
By Miss Anonymous
By the force of nature I am a born nurturer, however when given the chance to feast on men’s suffering, I will luxuriate…
I get such pleasure watching you try to escape from those leather cuffs. That bright red rope wrapped firmly and tightly around that throbbing cock of yours (well, mine I should say). Your resistance is amusing for me; you really think you’re going to get out of this one? Ha! You stood in line for the ride, now it’s time to finally experience the thrill of a lifetime.
Your muffled cries are filled with excitement and surprise as I smother your genitals with hot wax, concealing every last bit of exposed flesh left in sight. You’re growing more and more with every drop, trying so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. You jolt up fiercely as my flogger strikes you, expelling pieces of the hardened wax everywhere… Mm, what a sight to see! Too bad I’ve taken away your ability to see for yourself—the blindfold I’ve chosen is secured tightly over your eyes. I’m getting so aroused watching you get lost, tangled up in ecstasy. Pain is pleasure, and submission is the ultimate bliss…
I quickly turn my attention and attach two weights to you, one for each testicle, and instantly watch your knees quiver. You’re so excited, and you can’t even hide or deny it. I indulge the moment for just a second, and you begin to enlarge faster with every inch of you trying not to move. I take your blindfold off, but before you’re able to comprehend what’s going on - BAM! - my wooden paddle meets the seam of your balls practically splitting them in half, startling you and making you choke on your own spit. Your eyes bulge and immediately roll back into your head. SMACK! Again I hit you, this time even harder than before and stinging the tip of your cock, leaving it as raw as grazing cattle. I can already see the intensity of the blues and purples rising to the surface from that one. BOOM! POW! WHACK!
The third time is the charm, right?
Red, swollen, and bruised as you are, I clip a few metal clothespins to each side of your shaft and watch you squirm. Your bondage, getting tighter and tighter the more engorged you get… suffocating your nuts and pumping blood to the veins until they burst. I can tell you’re trying to hold your release in but it’s too late—the cold metal and the force of the pinch is too intense for you to handle. You’re begging me for permission as your hips are convulsing. I giggle, and I grant you a snarky, “Yes,” and you leave a filthy mess all over my floor…
Smitten and out of breath, you lift your head up toward me and smile in awe.
“Please Mistress, again?”
