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Some sound at the door. I canīt see what's happening. I am blindfolded. I try to move but it's of no use, I am handcuffed to the back of a chair and completely naked
The door opens. I ask who it is but no response. "who are you?", "where am I?" But only silence. The door closes and I hear footsteps of high heels coming towards me.
"Please let me go" I ask. But I get no response. The footsteps have stopped, she must be right in front of me. I softly hear her breathing.
"Please, please let me go, I havenīt done anything wrong.." out of nowhere I feel a harsh slap on my face.
"Why?" I shout. Another slap on my face. I am unsure what to say or do next. I can't go anywhere and so far my responses seem to result in getting slapped.
"who are you?" I ask her again, hoping this doesn't get me a facefull of pain. But like I already guessed I am apparently not allowed to speak.
She sits down on my lap and lifts up the blindfold. Shocked by the sight of her so upclose to my face startles me. I scoot my head back.
But being handcuffed behind my back to the chair doesn't give much mobility. She stares at me. With a gaze so cold I feel a shiver going down my spine.
What should I do? I have no idea, I can't get away, I can't speak either because that surely will result in getting slapped some more.
Before anymore thoughts penetrate my mind I recognize that this is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She must know that too, right? So what the hell am I doing here than?
She puts her hand on my face and slow moves it down my chest, along my stomuch and towards my penis. What the fuck is happening? Why am I naked, why am I being stared at this beautiful but intimidating girl?
Her hand cups my balls. Before I could think this would be a good thing I feel a sharp pain from her squeezing my testicles tightly in her hand. I yelp out in pain.
She still stares directly into my eyes as she loosens her grip on my balls. I catch my breath and am barely able to utter "please.." as she already sadisticly goes in for another squeeze.
This time a little harder than the last time. I try to hold in my painful grunt but it's no use. This girl wants to hurt me. She wants to hurt me bad.
The muffled grunt turns into a desperate painful cry.
"Please.." another barrage of ballshattering pain gets inflicted.
"I'll do anything". Suddenly her icy stare changes to that of interrest.
I am relieved, I had said something that didn't result into something painful. I was making progress.. but suddenly there was another squeeze. I criy out in pain. A tear emerges from my eye.
"I will do anything" I repeated, followed by another painful ballbust.
At this point of pain and desperation I break down and start crying because of the complete helplessness of my situation.
While I sob she employs another devastating barrage of pain on me.
"Please have mercy! I will do anything" I cry out. Her grip loosens directly. She let's go of my testicles.
She speaks up "what is it that you will do for me?"
"I'll do anything you want" I reply.
-"Are you going to be my little bitch?"
"I'll be your little bitch!" I reply loudly, hoping I can convince her of not hurting me any further.
She stands up and turns around and walks away. I look up and am amazed by her perfect butt, I gawk with a slight cartoonish jaw drop.
I still don't know what I am doing here or who she is, but I was definitely not dissapointed that I was being held in this situation by a girl like this.
Normally I would never in a million years touch or even dare to speak to such beauty, being a bit of a shy guy, not too attractive and strugling with an inferiority complex.
She picks up something from her bag and places it on a table in the corner of the room, I can't quite make out what is. But I guess I would will find out soon enough.
Looking me straight in the eyes she says: "I will untie you now, but if you try anything I will destroy your balls. You DO like having your balls intact, right?"
I nodded sheepishly unable to make any form of comment to such a threat.
With one hand she grabs my balls and the other to unlock the handcuffs.
"Stand up." She orders in a firm voice. "Turn around, hands behind your back"
I contemplate my situation and think to myself that there is nothing to gain by disobeying her.
Even if I wanted to, it's like a dream I always had, a longing to be dominated by a woman. It actually is happening.
Lost in my thoughts she suddenly slaps me in the face. Realizing I took too much time to turn around. I looked at her a bit stunned.
I wanted to speak, but my brain was still processing the shock of the dream that was coming true.
I turn around. Behind me she puts the handcuff back onto my free wrist. She sure isn't taking any chances. I think to myself.
"Good." she says. "Now we can start. Turn around." Before I turn around I look down and see that in all the confusion I haven't noticed that I started becoming errect,
embarrased and slightly red I turn around.
I look her in the eyes. Suddenly her gaze goes down and sees why I started turning red. She started laughing. "Hah, look at that" while she points down.
Feeling even more ashamed of myself she grabs my penis, turns around and starts walking away with my dick still in her hand like a leash. I can't do anything but follow.
She stops at a table, turns around and sits on it. Her hand moves up to my head and strokes back my hair.
"you're kinda cute" she says. Stunned by this comment my brain starts working overtime.
Cute, me? I am not cute. How can any woman find me cute, I'm a loser! Haven't had a relationship or any kind of female attention for years! Why does this girl think this?! I think to myself.
I manage to keep these thoughts in. I am already in a weak position. I can't let my psychological guard down too. I am already here, bound, naked, embarrased and vulnarable to her abuse.
I compose myself enough to utter "what are you going to do to me?".
A hard sting on my face as her hand slaps across it. "Who told you you could speak?!"
Conflicted between wanting to awnser and just being put into place I try to open my mouth to speak but no words come out. Only a few futile attempts to speak.
"You will adress me as Mistress. You will only speak when I tell you to, understand?". I nod. Still unable to form any coherent string of words.
"I can't hear you, are you going to make me repeat myself?" I give a blank stare until I realize I must agree quickly. "Yes mistress" I reply with an embarrased tone.
"Good, let's see if you are more useful than you look."
"You look confused, I see I am going to enjoy this, you're gonna be a fun little toy."
Am I a toy to her? It terrifies but excites me greatly at the same time. Conflicting thoughts. Arrousal and no escape. I am hers, definitely wether I want it or not. It's going to happen one way or the other.
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