The interrogation
Samantha gently raked her nails down the sensitive skin of the underside of my left arm now exposed by my arms being suspended from cables. She teased me by pulling the hairs in my armpit and smiled as her other hand clipped the metal teeth of an alligator clip on the fold of skin created by pulling the hairs. “Yeooowww!” I screamed as the intense pain surged through my body. My screaming continued as she intensified my pain by applying a clip to my right armpit. She rested on her bed observing the agony she was making me endure. After a few minutes as I adjusted to the level of pain my cries of pain softened than stopped completely. “That’s very good Slaveboy, I really need to hear your story about you stripping naked for that slut and senseless screaming, although I sort of enjoy it, will only extend your ordeal. According to my book ‘SM 101’ a constant rising level of pain makes the submissive more attentive and co-operative.”
“Mistress, if this is a low level of pain I can’t imagine what a high level of pain would be!”
“Don’t worry about that. Just tell your story, and every time I catch you in a discrepancy or being evasive, I will increase your pain. Perhaps by the end of this session you will know what real pain feels like. I really am looking forward to making you suffer for what you did before I throw you out! Now let me hear your story!”
I quickly told my story in the briefest form I could. Cindy’s project was to do a series of sketches of the male body. She had helped me so much in basic drawing and I had seen nude models of both sexes posing for classes that it didn’t seem like a big deal. I posed like she told me to and she sketched while I held the pose. It was hard to stay in one position for a long time. We talked a little about things while she was drawing. Each session lasted about 45 minutes and then I got dressed an left. She is very good, she gave me one sketch that she didn’t think was quite good enough. It is in by backpack, I think you would like it.
Samantha goes into my room and returns with the sketch. “You are right, Slaveboy, this girl has real potential. I like the casual confident attitude of the naked young man in this picture and the care with which she defined his body. The face shows what can be done with a few strokes, generic and identifiable only to someone who knows you well but very expressive. The hard erection confidently saluting the viewer with the bulging veins showing the burning desire and passion under that casual expression.” My mistress took another clip and holding the tip of my cock with her other hand, pinched the biting metal teeth on the tender skin on the underside of my cock just below the ridge under the head. My pain level jumped to a new level and I instinctively yelled. “Slaveboy, I like to hear you scream but we have work to do so I can completely understand the depths of you transgression. Perhaps you need a little more pain to co-operate.”
“Ma’am, I will concentrate.” I controlled my pain and began the story again but this time she questioned me on every point. I told her the sessions began in the studio five minutes after class was over. I described the raised platform for the model with the only prop a bare wooden chair.
“What was the name of this series of sketches your friend was drawing?” my mistress asked punctuating the question with a slap on my hard cock.
I held my breath to absorb the pain then answered,”Young Man Undressing. The idea was that a muscular man was stripping off his clothes for... The reason was to be left to the viewer. Possibly for a lover, female or male, or maybe just to view himself in a mirror, maybe to jerk off. Maybe even a customer who will pay him for his services. We talked about the feelings the subject might be having so that my poses would be more realistic.”
“Well you didn’t just strip naked immediately, That’s good.” I should have corrected Samantha's her misunderstanding then but I couldn’t face any more pain just then. I explained all the variations we went through. Shoes and socks first then shirt or the other way around, bend over to take them off or put foot on the chair, how far to pull the shirt off when she drew the shirt being pulled over my head, what pose when the shirt is off. That was how far we got the first session, barefoot, shirtless, worn Levis. Cindy did four or five sketches before she was satisfied.
“Tell me how your cock behaved, Slaveboy” my mistress asked while squeezing my cock as hard as she could and twisting.
I paused again to adjust to the pain before answering, “This was Monday and you and I had had great sex before the car picked you up for your flight. I felt a little sexy but my cock behaved. It was full but not erect, Cindy liked the way it looked, said it was perfect for drawing.” I immediately regretted that I hadn’t come clean at the start. I told her that Cindy had asked me to remove all my clothes when we started so she could get a good idea of my body before starting on the sketches. That was when she told me she liked the way my full cock looked. I saw my mistress’s eyes flash with anger before the blank stare of the “Ice Queen” covered her face.
“Mistress, I didn’t tell you that I didn’t strip naked for her immediately. You just assumed that.”
She pinched the head of my cock and yanked it with all her strength, “A slave doesn’t argue with his mistress!” This time I couldn’t stop myself from yelling as she took a thin rope and tied it around my ball sack just below the base of my cock. She used a knot that allowed her to tighten the turns of rope around my ball sack but would not get tighter when the end was pulled. It almost drove me mad with desire for relief as I felt her hands manipulating my testicles and the tension in my balls grew more and more painful. I could see her excitement as she threaded the end of the rope through a ring in the floor centered directly under me laughing out loud as she pulled the rope tight causing excruciating pain to my balls and forcing me to howl in agony. “I can’t believe how much fun it is to torture a helpless stud, I don’t think I’ll ever be content with just sex again. I think I’ll watch you struggle in torment awhile before we take the next step.” She rested on her bed watching me for a long time until I finally adjusted to the new intense level of agony and stopped yelling.
She went to my room and returned with a flexible wooden cane which she tested by swooshing through the air. Samantha smiled as she eyed my round firm ass, “I think I am really going to enjoy caning that cute little ass of yours. I will lay 10 strokes on you and you must count each one and thank me. If you forget, I start over.” from her tone I knew there was something she hadn’t told me.
She wound up and I heard the cane whistle through the air and then it hit. “Yeoow!” I screamed as the pain hit me. I struggled and jerked by body, “OH good! My balls. I can’t take this! Owwwww!” Now I knew the other part, if I struggled my movements would jerk my balls against the rope my mistress had tied from my balls to the ring on the floor.
“Yes, Slaveboy, it is very important that you take this caning without struggling if you want to preserve your balls! I hope you won’t forget to count this time! Remember, this is what happens when you deceive your mistress.”
I concentrated on counting and thanking my mistress for beating me.... “Seven, Thank you mistress!” This concentration on the count helped me endure the pain but I started to feel something warm drip down my ass, I guessed it was blood. I tried to hold still but it was impossible and by the time I reached ten I felt I had been kicked in the balls by a kick-boxer and didn’t think I would ever get over the pain but down deep I knew it would just get worse. But damn, each stroke of the cane on my ass made me desire her only more and my cock was throbbing with lust for her body.
She put the dripping red end of the cane to my mouth and had me lick my own blood off it. “Now where were we, yes tell me about your second session with Cindy.”
The pain had me feeling like in a daze and the words tumbled out without my control. I explained how I stripped down to my Levis and she posed me in various ways unbuttoning the fly then with it a little open. She decided she didn’t like my briefs showing so she had me strip down then put the Levis on without underwear. She liked this better the way my pubic hair showed when the Levis were half open. Cindy laughed when my hard cock bounced out and said most guys jerk off before modeling to avoid getting erections. I explained that someone real special was out of town for the week and I had promised not to relieve myself until she returned. I concentrated on doing math in my head and my cock soon was full but soft and we could continue. I posed with my Levis pulled down exposing me completely and with them dropped to my ankles. Cindy noticed she was late for her next class, kissed me on the cheek, and told me the sketches she made were great and rushed out the door.
My mistress looked at me, “So you are standing there naked with your pants around your feet and this girl kisses you? Please explain but first let me give you a little more pain to help you remember to whom you belong!” I was hanging naked completely exposed to my sadistic mistress’s whims. Tears flowed from my eyes, although I had adjusted to each new level of pain, I felt all the pain intensely. I followed her hand as she slowly teasingly moved a red clip to my right nip and then felt blazing pain as the metal teeth bit into the tender skin. With all the pain I was in a sort of fog but also sort of excited too wondering how much I could or would have to take. I screamed and jerked at the new pain and by jerking multiplied my torment as I jerked the rope pulling on my balls. This time she did not wait for my struggles and screams to stop but slowly moved another red clip to my other nip which renewed my screaming and jerking.
At last the fog returned and I recovered enough to continue. “Mistress, Cindy kisses everybody when she meets them and when she goes, it’s her way of saying hello or goodbye. It isn’t meant to be sexy just friendly. If I hadn’t been so horny, it wouldn’t have even given me a hard-on.”
Samantha began to look angry then relaxed and tousled my hair, “Slaveboy, you sound so innocent and look so cute, I almost want to believe you. But right now you need to suffer for allowing yourself to get excited over that bitch!” She grabbed my throbbing cock in her hand just below the head and slowly moved a red aligator clip to that most sensitive area.
“No, not that Ma’am, I’ll do anything you want, Please NO!”
“No problem, Tom. Just admit to me that you screwed that skinny artistic bitch behind my back!”
“But I didn’t screw her, ma’am. I was loyal to you, that was why I was getting so many erections. No one can excite me the way you can, Mistress.”
“OK, you made your choice! Enjoy! And you are perverse enough that you probably will.” She pressed to open the clip, positioned it at the top just behind the piss hole and let go. The sharp metal teeth bit in and my mind was a red blur of pain only made worse as my reaction jerked my balls against that damned rope tied to them. It took a long time for my screams to die down but finally they did. “Now please tell me about the modeling session this afternoon.”
“Since I knew I would be posing nude today I went over to the platform and started undressing as the class was leaving. I tried to keep my mind off anything about sex to keep my cock down. Cindy came over and kissed me on the cheek then sat down to sketch me. She suggested a different pose and when I couldn’t get it right came up and moved my arms, legs, and head to where she wanted them. Her touch on my skin started to get me hard. Dwayne kidded me that posing for Cindy would be a lot easier if I were gay. Martha laughed and said that it wouldn’t make much difference because then I would get hot looking at Dwayne. I concentrated on thinking about math and other non-stimulating things. Although my cock was getting a little heavier and full, everything went fine until there was about10 minutes left to go and I started to think about you coming back that evening and how you would but me into bondage. Suddenly my cock popped up into a rock hard boner. Professor Jones came into the studio and laughed telling Cindy she may not want to make this sketch too realistic but she made it very realistic and gave it to me as she kissed me on the cheek and left for her next class.”
My mistress asked who Dwayne and Martha were and I told her they were other art students who hung around and sketched me. The studio was open to any student and it was considered rude not to let others draw your model. She asked about the professor and I told her that he often did his paperwork at his desk while Cindy was sketching me and I got the idea that he liked looking at my body. Samantha asked many detailed questions and punctuated anything the sounded like a discrepancy with a painful stroke of the cane across my ass or abs. “Slaveboy, I am finally convinced that you did not fuck that girl. It is good that I again feel I can trust you and we can continue having unprotected sex with fear of STD. I had no idea how much I could love tormenting you. The greater your pain, the more excited I got.”
“Yeah, Mistress. I have never been more excited but the pain is horrible.”
“I understand and I really can’t play with your cock with these clips on it.” Samantha removed the clip from the tip of my cock and I yelled at the burst of pain that shot through me as she removed it and yelled also when she removed the clip from the skin of my shaft. She pulled a little on the thin rope that was pulling my balls toward the floor. “I heard that I guy cannot cum if his balls are being pulled down, do you believe that, Slaveboy?”
“Maybe Ma’am, I tried it when I jerked off and it seems to work that way but I get excited pretty fast and let go of my balls pretty soon so I really don’t know.”
“Since you seem to be very desperate to cum, this would be a good time to test whether holding your balls down makes you unable to cum.” Samantha knelt in front of me and began sucking the tip of my cock and teasing it with her tongue. The sensations drove me wild with lust and I struggled against the leather cuffs that held my wrists and ankles and the rope that pulled my balls. I looked down on a beautiful woman dressed as a dominatrix in all black kneeling in front of me, the sight was unbelievably exciting. Although it might have appeared that she was submissive she was really dominating me by stimulating my throbbing member to extreme heights which she could do only because that damned rope prevented me from climaxing. She enjoyed my struggles as she brought me to the edge and kept me there with no possibility of relief. She looked up at the clips on my nipples, smiled, reached up with both hands and twisted them painfully. I howled with pain and she only sucked me harder and deeper. The pain multiplied my sexual desires that she continued to deny. She took me deeper and deeper into her throat, I pleaded for her to suck me a harder so I could cum. My impudence was answered by her turning and pulling the clips on my nipples and left me writhing in agony and pleasure.
Finally Samantha stopped the blow job and lay on her bed watching my sweat drenched body struggle against the leather cuffs and the rope pulling my balls while I moaned in torment. Slowly and sensuously she kicked off her stiletto heels and threw off her short black leather skirt. As my lust built, she slowly peeled off her black lace stockings and then her black silk bra. She got up and stood on a box in front of me so that if I bent my face down I could reach her boobs with my tongue and lips. “Yes, I want you to lick my nipples and give me pleasure, Slaveboy!” I bent down and started licking and sucking and a frenzy while she giggled with enjoyment. She pressed her panties against my cock and reached to remove the clips on my armpits as my mouth pleasured her. She withdrew and pulled off her panties then stuffed them in my mouth still warm and wet from her juices, the smell and taste were intoxicating. She gave the rope a hard tug and laughed at my scream muffled by her panties but then to my relief she untied the rope from the ring on the floor and relieved the tension on my balls. Her soft hands touching and manipulating by balls was maddening as she untied the other end of the rope from around my ball sack. She laughed, “I’d better be careful, I don’t want you to cum now that there is noting pulling down your jewels.” Her touch felt good although when she touched the welts on my cock I felt a sharp pain that I almost enjoyed.
She touched the switch on the wall and lowered me until my feet touched the floor and I could lower my arms to my shoulders which felt so good. She unbuckled the leather cuffs from my ankles and wrists and let me move around to get the kinks out of my muscles. “That was intense and I really had fun tormenting you but now I want the pleasure of you enjoying my body. Get on my bed and kneel so I can tie up your feet. It really turns me on when you are tied up with rope even if it is mostly symbolic.” I knelt on the bed and felt her tying my feet together at my ankles with some rough hemp rope, just the sensation of her tying me up made my excitement grow. She lay on the bed in the dim light with her legs spread in front of me, I knew what she wanted and bent down and began sucking her cunt starting slowly and softly exploring the sensitive spot with my eager tongue. As she began to moan in appreciation, my tongue ventured further and probed more aggressively as she pleaded for more. She began to climax over and over then paused and had me kneel between her legs so I could fondle her boobs while she played with the clips on my nipples twisting and pulling them to give me sexually exciting pain. I leaned over and kissed her until her excitement built again. “I want you inside of me just your tip at first then more and more until I have all of you, I want to slowly enjoy you until I am at a peak.” She twisted the clips agonizingly, “But Slaveboy, you are not to cum unless I order you. But if I order you to cum, I want to feel all the intensity that built up in a week of denial and hours of torture.”
“Yes Mistress, My Love, I am at your command and will obey your every wish!”
I wasn’t as confident as I made out. The pressure inside me was so intense I hoped I could last until she ordered me to cum. I didn’t even let myself think of the possibility that she would not let me cum tonight. I supported my weight with my arms as I teased her cunt with the tip of my throbbing cock and she played with the clips. We slowly began sweating and breathing heavily as our excitement mounted. She asked me to enter and I slowly pushed my way in pausing often to let my excitement calm then began thrusting very slowly. Now I was happy that my cock was numb from the beating she had given it because that allowed me to continue slowly to bring her to climax.
She began to moan as she approached her peak, “Oh, Tom, you feel so good, keep going. Now I want to feel all your strength, I want you to fuck me hard and
I want to feel your cum fill me up!” I began to move harder and faster and she screamed, “More! More! Harder! Harder!” She twisted the clips until my screams of pain answered her. Each thrust of my swollen whip marked cock was agony and extreme joy. I never had lasted so long, finally her cries of pleasure were answered by explosive shot after shot of my seed until I was completely spent and she had her last climax. I rose up on my arms and kissed her deeply and she removed the clips from my nipples so I could embrace her in my arms while we both fell into exhausted and satisfied slumber.
