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PART 6
“This next part of our weekend is going to be fun” she said as I was kneeling at the foot of the bed massaging silky lotion into her feet while she laid down letting her buzz kick in. “I thought of this a couple of weeks ago and thought it would be fun for me to have some mystery as well as you. Plus, this will leave some of your 'fate' in YOUR hands and not just mine. I printed out a bunch of different play activities that will stretch your sexual experience and placed each one in a sealed envelope. Then I shuffled them, divided them into sets of three and wrote the numbers 1, 2 and 3 on each set. Please go over to my suitcase and pull out the three envelopes with the number '1' on them and bring them over here my Pet.”
I obeyed and pulled them from the pocket on the lid of her suitcase and brought them back to the bed and handed them to her. “No...place them next to each other on the end of the bed and stand in front of them” she said. I laid them out neatly the long way with the numbers facing me and then stood before them with my hands at my sides.
“You will only have to choose one but take your time and think about the fact that which ever one you choose, you will be handing to me to open and read and you must then complete whatever it says in that envelope! The other two will go back into my suitcase to be kept for possibly next time.” She chuckled as she finished that last sentence.
I was nervous on the inside and started to feel the sweat on my forehead as I carefully pondered the three white envelopes that each held a possible fate for my near future. I had no idea what kinds of things she'd thought up and I couldn't even begin to imagine what each one might contain.
After much deliberation, I chose the third one on the far right. I picked it up and handed it to my Mistress. “Very good, now go place the other two over on the desk and bring me back another beer.”
As I did as I was told I heard her begin to tear open the envelope and rustle the paper from within. I opened the beer and placed it on the nightstand next to her and watched nervously as she unfolded the paper and ordered me to stand back at the foot of the bed again.
“Are you ready my Pet? This is what you have chosen to do for me now.” Mistress looked up at me for a couple of seconds and then back down at the paper and began to read it aloud. “This activity is titled 'Fire Balls'. The object of this game is to make Pet's balls feel like they are on fire.” She stopped for a few seconds and then stood up. “You know what? I think I'll read it to you as we go through the steps to leave some mystery for you. Are you ok with that?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Great then! The steps are numbered...I'm so glad I wrote it out so well. In my buzzed state of mind right now, I probably would have forgotten something along the way. Now I'll be sure to get it right!”
She walked over to my suitcase of toys and came back to me reading “Step 1: Cuff Pet's hands in front of his body, blindfold and gag his mouth.” I didn't fight. I placed my hands out in front and she met them with hers and quickly locked a pair of police style handcuffs on my wrists making sure they were tight enough that I'd never get them off but loose enough to not cut off my circulation. Then she went and picked out the black blindfold and ring gag and thirty seconds later my world was dark and my mouth was pried open. I heard her walk across the room again and then back and as she was telling me “This is to muffle you in case you try to scream too loud, but I am ordering you to take it like a man and not yell out or I'll make things worse for you,” she started stuffing a pair of panties through the ring gag and inside my mouth until it was stuffed full. I could tell by its' slippery nature that it was a satin or silk type fabric pair that wouldn't soak up my saliva as well as a cotton pair so I'd probably be drooling pretty quickly.
“Step 2: Stand Pet in front of a bed leg and attach a spreader bar just above his knees separating his legs about two feet apart then attach leather cuffs to each of his ankles. Place him on his knees and lock the two cuffs together with his body still upright.” She took a couple of minutes to complete that part of the step and once I was on my knees as written, she picked up the paper and continued. “Place a metal cock & ball ring around his genitals and then wrap a long piece of thin white rope around his balls multiple times until they are tightly kept and tie them off at the bottom of his scrotum with the two remaining ends hanging down.” She paused once again to catch up and took a few minutes to carefully bind my cock & balls to the specifications on the paper. She had to take off the cock ring that had already been on me for quite some time and the release felt SO good but was short lived as the other one was on within a minute. “Order Pet to kneel with his ass resting on his ankles and tie the to ends of the rope to the lock on his ankle cuffs with about 6 to 8 inches of loose rope between his balls and the lock. Ok my Pet, rest your ass on your ankles for me now!” I obeyed and she knelt down in front of me, reached her hands between my spread knees and tied the rope as directed on her paper.
I was starting to envision what I looked like in this predicament as she stood back up and I can only assume was looking at me. All of a sudden I heard clicking as she shot off some photos on her camera from different places. I wondered if she'd show them to me later or only keep them for herself.
Soon the clicking stopped and the next thing I heard was, “Step 3: Position the video camera to get a good view of pet from behind and start recording everything from this point on.” I felt a lump in my throat as she read this as I could fear this being used as future blackmail material if she wanted.
I could hear her fudging with the cam stand as she tried to find the best angle and then heard the beep to verify that recording was now in progress.
“Let's see what's next shall we?” She picked the paper up off the desk nearby and folded it open again to read on.
“Step 4. Alright, here's how we're gonna do this from now on. If I read a phrase that says to order you to do something, just take that as me giving the order and do it so I don't have to repeat myself. Understood my Pet?”
“mmmmhhmmmm!” I grunted as I nodded my head up and down in agreement.
“Very good. Step 4: Order pet to lean forward and bow at your feet resting on his elbow with his arms stretched over his head in front of him.”
I knew what was about to happen...on many levels! First of all, I knew that this would pull the rope tied to my balls taught and pull them away from my body. I just didn't know how far and that scared me! Secondly, I knew this would expose my balls away from my body for easy access to anything and there was nothing I would be able to do about it. I wouldn't be able to move, adjust, protect them...nothing!THAT scared me even more!
“C'mon Pet! I gave you an order! Obey it or be punished!”
I thought about using the safe word for this just to get out of it as the thoughts running through my head made me really uncomfortable, but just as earlier, I knew that if I used them up too soon I might REALLY be in trouble for the rest of the weekend. I decided to go through with it and started to move my upper body forward, aiming my arms toward the floor and felt the rope tighten and start to pull my balls well before I had hoped they would!
By the time my arms reached the floor and I was about 2/3 of the way into my expected position, my balls were pulled well away from my body and I could start to feel stretching like I'd never felt before...like they were gonna be pulled right off of my body or pop. I could only imagine what it looked like already.
I had to inch myself forward from there, one elbow at a time, and give my body time to adjust to each and every move as my scrotum trapped my balls and started to squeeze them together like you couldn't imagine. I kept waiting for one of them to pop out and wondered if I'd be able to get into the required position.
“Hurry up my dirty Pet, I haven't got all day! There's lots to do!”
It took me a good two minutes or so before I heard her say “Very Good” as my fingers felt the toes of her feet and my forehead rested itself on the carpet. I felt like gumby figuring my nuts had to be at least 4 inches extended from the rest of my body. I could also feel the effects of this pulling on my ass as my hole felt the wide open air, making me realize that it was now also open to anything Mistress wanted.
Mistress left her place in front of my hands and soon returned and began to fidget with the cuffs on my hand. I realized she had tied a rope to the chain connecting them as she took that rope and tied it to something (I assume the desk) in front of me so that I could not pull back. In fact, it forced me to move even further forward a bit as it shot a burning feeling on my scrotum as it pulled even a little tighter. I wondered if that had been written on the paper or if she'd just thought of that now as she didn't read anything allowed about it. I knew I was in some trouble now!
I felt like I had been in that position forever as she walked around and admired my predicament before she went back over and picked up the paper on the desk and began to read it again.
“Step 5: Take two dice, roll them and multiply them together and then multiply that number by two. Spank Pet's balls with a riding crop by that number, increasing the intensity of the hits every few strokes. Oooo...Yummy!!!”
I knew this was going to be pain like I'd never felt before. Women don't realize the feeling of having your nuts hit and I couldn't imagine how I was going to get through this! I could feel the muscles in my body begin to shake and quiver and Mistress noticed this and chuckled as she walked back in front of me with the crop and dice she'd just pulled out of her bag.
“Don't blame your Mistress for this Pet! You chose this envelope, not me!”
With that I heard the sound of the dice as they bounced off the table and began to roll around. I squeezed my eyelids at the sound and wished for really low numbers as I waited for them to come to a stop and hear her say the results.
“Mmmmmmmmm” I heard her mumble when they finally stopped. “Don't think that I'm gonna tell you the results...hahaha! I'll count allowed but you won't know when I'm going to stop. I think it will be more fun that way, don't you?”
I grunted in response and it was a definite 'NO' but there was no way of her knowing that of course. She took a big sip of her beer and then walked behind me and got into position for the torture she was about to inflict on me. I felt the leather strap at the end of the crop touch and glide over my sack as she made sure she was standing in the right position to make direct hits. Then, without warning, it disappeared for a split second and then I heard the first hit before I felt it.
Whack!
The pole of the crop hit across my balls as her aim was a little off on the first one. “One!” she said, and about two seconds later it hit me. I felt a sharp pain shoot from my extended nuts right up into my stomach and I grunted as my face and stomach muscles clenched to help handle the pain.
While I was still recovering the second one hit with a direct shot this time.
Whack!
“Two!”
The pain hit much faster this time and my body instinctively tried to move to protect myself but there was nowhere for me to go and that just pulled harder on my outstretched scrotum.
Whack! Whack!
“Three! Four!” she said out loud as she landed two good blows back to back with about a second or two in between them. Along with the shooting pain in my groin and stomach, I now also started to feel a stinging sensation right at the point of impact. She had definitely hit harder on those last two hits and I started to sweat on my forehead as my face muscles were tense and my ass cheeks began to visibly quiver in both pain and nervousness. It was all I could do to stay with myself mentally when another one came.
Whack!
“Five!”
I thought I could see a cloudy outline and stars around my eyes as I held them shut. I definitely started seeing red spots dancing within my eyelids as the pain and heat intensified.
Whack!
“Six!”
(four or five seconds of pause)
Whack!
“Seven!”
I cried out a muffled yell that was broken up as I was on the edge of crying. I couldn't tell if I had tears in my eyes. If I did, the blindfold was soaking them up. Mistress spoke. “Don't yell like that again or I'll punish you and make the remaining hits even worse!”
I didn't know what I was going to do! I couldn't help it!
WHACK!
“Eight!”
It hit much harder that time and it felt like my balls were three times their normal size with the throbbing that was now kicking in. My body jolted on that hit and I felt the rope around my nuts pull them even tighter together. They were so squished now that I could feel pain just from their desire to be set free.
WHACK!
“Nine!”
How many more were there?!?!? My body shook as I was involuntarily mimicking crying with my body. I had to have tears coming out by now but I still couldn't tell because the sweat on my face was beading up as well now and I couldn't distinguish between the two as a result. I was beginning to wonder if I would pass out if we kept going and was seriously ready to hum the safe word but then talked myself out of it when I thought what a waste it would be if I did that and there was only one more hit left. Just as I was thinking these things...
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen!”
Three in a row? I screamed through the panties. I couldn't help it! I didn't even care at this point. It was all I could do to just get through this as all I wanted to do was double over in pain as would be the natural reaction to being hit in a man's most vulnerable place!
“I told you not to do that! Now I have to punish you!”
WHACK!!!
“FOURTEEN!”
WHACK!!!!!
“FIFTEEN!”
WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
“SIXTEEN!”
I screamed again. My body pulled away, squirmed, shook like crazy. I began to cry for real. I almost passed out as the clouds closed in over my eyelids!
Mistress only paused for maybe a half minute as she let me wallow in my position, body sweating, muscles spasming, stomach filled with rocks and my ball sack on fire as I heard her finishing off her beer and opening yet another one.
“I'd like to say we can move onto the next step my Pet, but you directly disobeyed me and I just can't let that go without punishment! While I was standing here smacking your balls, I couldn't help but notice how open and exposed your asshole is in this position. I've decided to multiply the sixteen strokes to your balls by three and take advantage of this easy access and crop your ass 'til you forget about the pain in your groin...so 48 strokes of the crop directly on your asshole will hopefully teach you to listen and obey my orders! And don't disobey me again or I'll be punishing you all night and neither of us want that do we?”
I couldn't even make a noise, I just shook my head no in compliance.
“Ok then, let's get this done then.”
For anyone who's never had a crop or belt hit the tender skin of their asshole, it's not as bad as being strapped over the balls, but it stings like a mother fucker and after 48 direct hits it was so tingly and sensitive that it felt almost like it was swollen shut and ruined! It only took about five minutes for Mistress to get through it from my best guess. When she finished with the last one, she put the crop down on the bed and knelt down beside my ass and rubbed it with her hands for a minute and then planted a kiss right over the burning lips of my ass which oddly comforted me and aroused me even with the painful state my balls were still in.
I must have zoned out for a minute when Mistress kissed my ass cause I didn't even notice when she stopped and I came back to the moment when I hear the sound of her voice.
“Step 6:” she said and then paused to make sure she had my attention. “Mistress may want a break for a few minutes. Take a tapered candle and tie a piece of string around the middle of it. Insert the candle into Pet's ass with no lube so it will stay in until the wick is just past his balls. Tie the candle around Pet's cock ring so that it is about 6 to 8 inches above his genitals. Light the candle and order Pet not to move and sit back and relax as the candle does the work and coats Pet's balls until the candle burns down to the string. MMMmmmmmmm...I get to have another beer and just watch you suffer! I'd forgotten about this part. I'd read about this in a fetish story I read a few months back and never forgot it...it's made me extremely wet every time I've thought about it!”
She was humming a song that I couldn't make out as she prepared the candle and slowly twisted it into my un-lubricated asshole. It didn't really hurt as the was had a LITTLE slipperiness to it, but it definitely twisted my skin back and forth as she worked it in and I was pretty sure it wasn't going to come out.
She dangled the string down around the cock ring and tied it underneath pulling the candle down toward my balls and up against the upper wall inside my ass. No, it wasn't going anywhere now.
She lit the candle, said “Have fun!...hahaha,” and went to get another beer and lay back on the bed and watch.
It took a little time for the candle to reach its' ultimate target as the wick was a little past my tortured package. I felt heat of the wax as it dropped through the air just a few millimeters away and getting closer every minute. Eventually it would graze the very edge of the taught stinging skin of my scrotum.
“Remember Pet, don't flinch or move and ruin this for your Mistress! Stay still and take it like a loyal slut” she said to me as she saw the wax about to start dripping right onto me.
I didn't even nod or grunt in reply as I didn't want to take a chance on making any movement. My body was tensed and ready for the burning feeling and my mind was dedicating itself entirely to zoning out in the hopes of minimizing the pain.
It wasn't more than another minute before it started to directly hit the edge and slide down around the curve of my nuts as the first drops hit and hardened. The candle was so close that it REALLY burned upon each initial hit and it was excruciatingly hard not to move. I clenched my hands into tight fists and squeezed my eyes to help take it. As if my balls probably weren't red enough and were already stinging like a mother fucker, the wax was solidifying that I would be feeling them all weekend long.
The candle burned and dripped for several minutes, hard to tell exactly how long, before it had completely covered my bulbous sack and engrossed it completely and then started to drip over the tender outstretched skin that runs in a line from the scrotum to the asshole. I think that actually hurt more as that skin is so soft and sensitive. It was so hard to take this torture and I honestly don't know how I got through it but after what seemed like an eternity, Mistress crawled to the edge of the bed and blew out the flame. It must have gotten close to the rope that was holding it up.
What happened next though was NOT read on that paper and caught me by complete surprise as I had NO time to prepare mentally for it. Mistress leaned in, untied the string letting the candle pop almost straight up above my asshole which was holding it, and re-lit the wick before I even had time to realize it.
“This is the rest of your punishment for not keeping quiet like I ordered before! I'm gonna let the candle burn as far down as it can go over your hole until it's just about to burn you.”
It took a little longer to reach my skin because the melted wax had to trip over itself as it ran down the shaft of the stick but it soon reached my puckered 'candle-holder.' It wasn't as hot as it hit my skin cause it had time on it's journey to cool off a bit, but it still wasn't a feeling I'd describe as 'soothing.' The hardest part to take was at the very end. My hole was protected well because it had a puddle of wax dried around it, but as the flame got close to my cheeks, the heat slowly intensified more and more until it felt like it was about to catch fire. I'm glad I grunted in discomfort because I think Mistress may have zoned out a little from all the drinking and I heard her body spring to when I sounded the warning.
“Oh shit! Sorry my Pet!” She blew the flame out as quick as she could and rubbed my cheeks with her hands to try to comfort them a bit. I guess this is why they say 'don't drink and play with fire!'
It ended safely though and hell, there wasn't much I could've done anyway being bound in my position!
I was hoping and praying that this would be the end of this activity but she'd saved the 'best' for last; the best for HER anyway.
“There's one last step and it's gonna be a double challenge for you right now because I'm getting very tired! This will also be the last thing tonight as I need to sleep off this buzz so I'm fresh to play with you tomorrow as it is going to be a long, fun day for me.”
“Step 7: Order Pet on all fours keeping the tension on his balls.” She untied my hands so I could start to get into the required position. “Place a chair in front of his face and position yourself so his head is between your thighs but still at least a half foot from being able to reach your pussy.” I heard her robe drop to the floor and the chair creak as she sat in it with her legs straddle around my head. She made a couple of adjustments and then slid forward again so her pussy was close enough for me to smell her sexy scent and hear her wet, lacquered lips part as she spread her legs but I definitely couldn't get my mouth on it. “Order Pet to move forward and make you cum with his mouth.”
I grunted as she finished reading that last part. How was I going to be able to move myself any further forward without pulling my balls right off? I hesitated as I didn't think this was possible but Mistress snapped me out of it quick.
“I know what you're thinking Pet but you'd better figure out a way to make it happen or you're never going to get out of that position this weekend! Get to work!!!” I was going to pleasure my mistress through my pain; a true dichotomy.
I tried to extend my neck forward as far as possible first but that didn't get me nearly close enough as far as I could tell so I retracted it back. I was gonna have to stretch my balls to get the job done. I took a deep breath and inched my left knee forward an inch or so and secured it back on the carpet. Then I followed it up with my right the same amount and felt the rope slip even more against the skin of my scrotum, smashing my nuts together as they'd never been before in my life.
I tried the neck stretch again but still couldn't quite touch her pussy although I could tell I was a lot closer as I could sense the proximity of her thighs around my face. I retracted once again and prepared myself for another adjustment that would crush my tender jewels to an incredible extent. I again lifted my left knee and brought it another inch or so forward...and again with my right. I was so pulled from behind that I was almost wishing the rope would just slip out of the grip and free my balls but I knew it wouldn't. I could only imagine how far away from my body by sack now was from my body. Was it doing any damage to my nuts? I hoped not!
This time when I stretched out my next my tongue was able to reach her wet lips and I began to tongue her labia and up around her clit once again. It seemed to take forever and ever to make her cum! Between the pressure on my balls as I struggled to keep them stretched to such an unnatural state, having a hard time keeping good contact with my mouth on her pussy being so extended and Mistress being so tired AND drunk from the beer, I wondered if it was even POSSIBLE to get her off. She moaned from time to time when I was able to get a good round in and hit the right spots but sometimes I began to wonder if she was falling asleep on me. I couldn't tell with the blindfolds on. A couple of times she squirmed and backed off a little to where I lost contact and couldn't reach her for a few seconds and that made it a harder task as well.
Eventually she inched forward to push herself into my face and I knew she was getting close. I took advantage of this easier access and dug in and sucked her clit into my mouth and began to give it a good tongue lashing with a fervor. When she finally took in that final deep breath that whistled through the room I was hit with a shocking surprise as she let out her orgasm. She was so full of beer and must have had to pee and had been holding it in that when she came, she relaxed her muscles and in a squirting fashion let it go all over me. I don't know if she meant for this to happen or if she was just as shocked but she didn't try to stop it. She kept a steady stream into my mouth and it quickly filled and started to spill out the sides of my mouth and onto the carpet. She must have been watching me cause she noticed it right away and yelled to me in her moaning orgasm voice “Don't let the carpet get soaked and make me look bad Pet!”
I knew there was only one solution and without even thinking it over I naturally started to swallow what was in my mouth to make room for more. I repeated this cycle over and over like I was shotgunning a beer. Later as I would recount this moment as I tried to fall asleep it made me wonder what was happening to me as I was servicing my Mistress as her toilet without even second guessing myself. Was this natural? Was this something I secretly wanted to do for my Mistress in my desire to please her? Was I turning into a true sub for this woman? I had fantasized about subbing in the past from time to time, but had always been more the Dom in my relationships and never had a real time sub situation until this weekend and it was seeming to come mindlessly and naturally to me and that made me wonder.
She must have held it in for a long time because I must have taken in a good two beers worth by the time she finished going in my mouth almost a minute later. I had swallowed every drop of her golden nectar except for the few drops that had originally escaped before she ordered me to not let the carpet get wet.
I licked and sucked her pussy when she was finished until it was completely clean again, and without being ordered to do so. She patted me on the head and called me a good Pet as I let my body move back to take the pressure of my balls which I had completely forgotten about during her filling orgasm. She got up and walked around me and ordered me to sit back up and rest on my knees upright. It was SUCH a relief to my aching genitals and I took a few deep breaths of relief in rhythm with the throbbing in my sack below.
Mistress untied my balls and let the blood rush back into them and untied me until I was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed completely free for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. She took my hands in hers and told me to get up as she helped me for support in case I was wobbly.
She went over to her suitcase and pulled out a small plastic chastity device, the expensive kind, and brought it back and put it on me locking it into place with a steel padlock. My penis was squished into this tiny shoot and there was no way I'd be able to get hard again until she wanted to take it off. It was curved so that my soft shaft was pointed down and the head was aimed for ease of peeing. Which is what she had planned next.
“I'm so very tired and need to sleep as I'm sure you do to after the last couple of hours. I want you to come with me and pee and brush your teeth and get ready for bed with me.” I followed her into the bathroom and raised the toilet lid and aimed the plastic sheath toward the bowl. She stood next to me and watched, I think to try to make me nervous but possibly also out of curiosity as to how it looks to pee through this cage. It took a few seconds but once my stream started I had to pee quite a bit and released as much of my urine as well as my mistresses as I could into the toilet.
We brushed our teeth together, washed out faces and went back out to the bed closest to the bathroom and pulled the covers down. We crawled between the sheets and I let her get settled in to her position and then curled up behind her and spooned her with my right arm under her neck for support and my left arm around her and over her breasts from the top. It took her all of two or three minutes to pass out but I stayed awake for awhile going through everything that had happened tonight and processing my thoughts and feelings on it all before I finally drifted off in mid thought of what tomorrow would be like. It was around 2am by the we were both in dreamland.
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