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Life carried on in a similar vein; lifts in my car, errands, shopping, cleaning and occasionally at the weekends, her cum cleaner. Ma'am incorporated my willingness to serve into her life and appreciated having me available at her beck and call. It really excited me to be part of Ma'am's life and to be able to make her happy in many different ways. I loved being around her and being able to have many opportunities to look at her.
Unexpectedly, Ma'am started to let me see her undress more and more, but if ever she saw my cock stiffen, she used it as an excuse to punish me and seemed to enjoy the fact that I was eager to do what she wanted, even when it caused me great pain.
When Ma'am saw a stiffy, the punishment was ballbusting; she had me stand with my legs spread, hands on my head and eyes closed. She would proceed to kick and knee my balls until she had had enough. Invariably, this left me nearly fainting, crawled up in a ball on the floor. She grew to enjoy this and so she flaunted her body more and more in front of me. I came to dread seeing her naked and found myself ironically turning my eyes away from the very office beauty I had regularly lusted after.
Life also changed in the office; she would send me to the toilet to lick it clean before and after she went and it was not long before I realised that she would let her piss spray around the bowl and seat. Her piss was not very salty as long as she drank during the day but sometimes it was so salty that I would feel like vomiting. Cleaning her toilet was unbelievably degrading but I was always hard as I knelt in front of her throne and licked her piss up.
After a couple of weeks of this, she upped my degradation by taking my water bottle to the toilet and filling it up for me to drink in front of her. I had an hour to empty it. This amount of piss really turned my stomach but again, it made me so very horny and hard; which I tried to keep hidden.
She would message me in the office and ask if I was stiff and when I admitted that I was, she would meet me in the corridor where I was to assume the position for a ball kicking. My balls grew more and more tender and swollen as the days and weeks went by. They always ached as I walked and were a constant reminder of my devotion to her.
Ma'am would go to grab my cock and balls when walking near me and she delighted in my flinches. I could not stop myself from pulling back. I eventually begged for my balls to be given a reprieve and she agreed to only kick them from time to time. The swelling did diminish but they never actually stopped aching.
I ended up doing more of Ma'am's work, especially the bits she did not enjoy and I would have to take my work home to finish it. She enjoyed the power and control that she had over my life and had me register as her slave. https://www.slaveregister.com/658-838-076
Visits to her flat became routine, stripping naked, cleaning, washing, shopping and occasionally bathing her and cleaning her and the occasional lover. If ever, I stiffened when naked, I received a severe kicking indeed, always ending up on the floor.
Ma'am began to think of new ways to give me pain. She bought me a pair of crocodile clips and ordered me to put them on my nipples when I went for my first pee in the office. She would invariably come up to me and tweak them to check. I started to wear baggy shirts to avoid other from seeming them. My nipples have always been an erogenous area and any stimulation immediately produces a hard erection. Ma'am would tantalise me with threats of ball busting but thankfully the office environment limited this.
I was ordered to make and wear a plastic sheet with drawing pins sticking out of one side from time to time. This would go inside my underpants and prick/pierce my bottom, especially when I sat down. The pins would work free when I walked and then would prick me all over again. Ma'am seemed to relish seeing me in pain and having the power to inflict it. She mocked me for being stupid for letting her hurt me!
At her flat one evening, Ma'am had me fetch the bathroom scales, bottles of wine, a bucket and string. She ordered me to straddle the scales and to tie the bucket securely to my balls. My cock stiffened and was pulled down by the weight. One by one, Ma'am put bottle after bottle into the bucket. After each one, I had to bend my knees and weigh the bucket on the scales. After 4 bottles, my balls were squashed tight in pain and my scrotum was stretched, burning the skin. That was just of 10lbs and I thought Ma'am would stop but she continued the cycle of adding and weighing. We were up to 20lb and my legs were shaking more and more as she made me straddle the scales so she could see the weight. My balls were in great agony and my scrotum was getting longer and longer. Surely she had had enough? I begged her to stop but she just smiled. I could see that she was enjoying herself, relishing her power that made me willing to suffer for her pleasure.
Four more bottles and 10 more lbs; more shakes, more pain, longer scrotum, more smiles. After two more bottles, there was no more room for anymore. Ma'am removed the scales and ordered me to stand there but gave me permission to do squats. Lowering the bucket gave welcome release to my groin but started to burn my thigh muscles and eventually I would have to stand up but only until my balls could stand it no longer.
Up and down I suffered for Ma'am. I was covered in sweat and when I could neither squat nor stand any more, she put chained croc clips on my nipples and pressed them on harder. She cut the string off my balls, pulled me to the floor by the nipple chain and told me I had 30 secs to cum. I was so horny, so exhausted, so desperate, so hot, so confused. The nipple pain was intense and I went to wank my cock but the bruised, swollen, squashed balls banging against my ass were agony and my time was up before I could cum. I have never seen Ma'am so happy as she yanked the croc clips off my nipples, kicked my balls and had me blubbing in defeat. But little did I know, worse was to come in her quest to explore the limits of my devotion.
Ma'am did ease up on my balls for a while and they returned to their normal size and were no longer aching. One evening, after I had cooked dinner for her and her flatmate Toni, she had me tied on the edge of a dining room chair with my balls tied separately and very tightly. My hands were tied to the back of the chair and my ankles to the chair legs. My knees were pulled back, exposing my cock and balls. Toni had become used to my helping around the flat and being naked was taken for granted. She rarely joined in any kinky activities but did enjoy being looked after. This night was going to be very different.
Ma'am disappear but returned shortly with a box of what turned out to be 4" and 1" syringe needles. She also had a pack of cards. She explained the simple rules. She and Toni would each take a card and the player with higher card would pierce one of my balls with a 4" needle. I could not believe I had heard her correctly. Ma'am went on to say that she would pierce my left ball and Toni the other one. If they both drew the same card, then they would both pierce but with the 1" needle. The winner was the first one to reach 10 needles in their ball.
I was trembling with fear. I had pierced my nipples with similar needles before and while it had excited me, it was very painful. No way would I be able to stand my balls being pierced but no way could I stop it!
The game started and much to Ma'am's obvious disappointment, Toni won the first three rounds. Toni was clearly uncomfortable with what she had to do but she unsheathed the needle and pressed the tip to my right ball. The skin was tight and shiny and as soon as the needle touched the skin, I winced, Toni flinched and the pricked skin began to bleed. Toni squirmed but Ma'am told her to push it in firmly and again she pressed the tip on my ball and again it began to bleed as she hesitate. Ma'am had to place a tray under me to catch the drips. Again Toni pressed the needle and this time maintained the pressure on the needle and it pierced my scrotum. The pain was sharp and intense as the needle passed through my skin but then if that was not bad enough, the pain turned into a deep overwhelming pain as the needle pierce my testicle. This was similar to the ball kicking pain but much sharper and scarier.
Toni was obviously scared by my reaction; tears whelmed up in my eyes and I gasped trying to avoid the needle. Ma'am clearly was relishing my failure to cope with this and told Toni to push the needle right through. I inadvertently cried out, "No!" and Toni hesitated but Ma'am told her to do it.
The pain was deep as the needle travelled through my balls but did not have the sharpness of the initial insertion, but all that sharp pain came rushing back as the needle came out the other side of my testicle and scrotum. I cried out and nearly fainted but sat there breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Toni looked please with herself and this worried me.
The second and third time, Toni confidently pierced my ball at different angle and pushed the needles right through with steady pressure. I was about to faint at this point and was given a drink of what looked like cold apple juice from the fridge but turned out to be Ma'am's pee. Ma'am mopped my brow with a cold flannel and placed it on my neck.
When I was ok to continue, it was Ma'am's turn to win. The look on her face was chilling and I braced myself. She confidently took my left ball and squeezed it first, making me cry out and then she skillfully pierced the scrotum skin which produced the same sharp pain. She then slowly increased the pressure and the needle jerked forward at one point and clear liquid flowed out from the end of the syringe needle. We were surprised at this but noticed that my ball seemed to have shrunk as the scrotum skin was no longer as tight. However, the liquid stopped and so Ma'am continued to pierce the testicle wall and pushed the needle through the outside but took her time so the needle went through slowly, creating the maximum amount of pain. We could see the needle pushing out the scrotum skin until it eventually forced it's way out. I don't know how Ma'am had managed it but she somehow made it far more painful than Toni's. The fluid, I found out later was from a hydrocele around my testicle, which I assumed was caused by her intense ball busting.
The next turn was a draw so they each took their 1" needle and Ma'am said to pierce together after the count of three. 3 2 1 Pierce! I have never been overwhelmed so quickly and everything fogged as I went hot and fainted.
I came to in a fog of emotions and overwhelming feeling and pain. My head was slumped forward and I saw my cock and balls with needles. A lot of needles; 4 in my left testicle and 6 in my right. The pain was intense, constant, dull but strong. The intense edge had gone.
Ma'am and Toni were dealing another card and Ma'am won and within seconds another needle was thrust through my ball. A wave of pain rushed through me and I became light headed.
Another draw, another needle, another wave. Again and again. I lost track. I lost control. I lost count. I sat there, accepting the inevitable, oblivious to the score until Ma'am shouted, "Yes!" She had won and slowly pierced my ball with a short needle and so did Toni. I was sweating as they both tantalised me with pain as they ever so slowly pushed in mm by mm, wiggling all the time. The deep pain went on and on relentlessly and unbelievably multiplied infinitely as Ma'am touched all the needles in both balls. I screamed but nothing came out, sweat pour off me and I soared away from the pain with my ears ringing as I passed out again.
I came too, in agony, muffled sound and a ringing head. Ma'am was in front of me and the piercing had stopped. She had won 10 - 8; 4 short needles and 14 long ones still pierced my balls. "Well done my sweet boi, you have pleased me. Now, I have 6 more long needles; if you ask me to pierce your balls, I will do it while sitting on your face."
Nothing would persuade me to ask for more piercings; my balls were overwhelming me with waves of pain which intensified each time Ma'am flicked the needles with her fingers. At the same time, there was nothing I would not do to have the pleasure of Ma'am bottom on my face, so I agreed. "Good boi."
As Toni untied me and moved me onto the floor, Ma'am stood up and removed her jeans and panties. I was so excited to see her naked in front of Toni like this and to know that her hairy pussy was soon to be over my face. Blood rushed into my groin and the throbbing pain increased. My thighs were stinging from where the needle points had scratched them and my balls were aching more than ever from all the movement but I did not notice it as Ma'a, stood over me and lowered her sweet, dripping pussy on to my mouth and her rose bud onto my nose. Her pussy was so very moist and pressed so hard that I could only breathe through my nose, taking in her acrid odour. "Lick me boi! Make me cum!" I was in heaven as I pushed my tongue along her wet crack and over her clit. Again and again I dipped into her inkwell and wrote a love story on her lips and clit.
My dream came to a violent end as Ma'am pierce a ball and I came close to fainting. She straightened up with all her weight on my face so I could not breathe. All I could do was lick and enjoy the soft pressure of her cheeks on mine. Panic eventually set in as I struggle for air; Ma'am leaned forward and pierced another needle through a ball. Again the pain overwhelmed me with silent cries and Ma'am again loved me with her bottom while denying me oxygen.
Again and again she took me higher and higher in the deepest of pain and pleasure through the gorge of insanity. She leaned forward again and pierced again as I gasped for air and the pain silently screamed from my mouth. I found out later that she had stabbed two needles right through in one violent movement, banging the other needles in the process. I fainted at this point and apparently Ma'am came!
When I came to, I was finished, drained of reality, cocooned in a world of steel wool with a volcano roaring in my groin. Ma'am told me to rest for a while as she sat on my chest showing me her magnificent globes. I loved the curve of her buttocks as they shaped her waist. This pleasure did not last long as Ma'am began to remove the needles one by one. It was all I could do to not faint though the endless, continuous torment. Eventually she finished by untying the ball binding only to open the flood gate of pain into my balls.
Ma'am dismissed me and told me to crawl to the hall and rest. The cruelest blow of all, to be removed from her presence. As I lay on the hard floor, I savoured her sex on my face and soon drifted into blissful sleep, despite the burning fire in my groin.
Over the following days, reliving this torture became my constant fantasy, only to be surpassed by Ma'am's up and coming exploits with humiliation and degradation.
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