Calista commanded him to stand. He arose clumsily, his wrists fastened to his collar. She reached down to fondle his cock and balls. "I like the way your balls hang down loosely even though your cock is rock hard," she told him. "Now slut, I shall take you to my Tower Dungeon." She put on a pair of special leather kid gloves that have tiny little pins embedded in the leather. His eyes opened wide in disbelief as he looked at the gloves. Calista reached out and grabbed him by the balls and pulled him toward the stone steps leading to the Tower Dungeon. Slave Stuart moaned from burning pain from the pins digging into his balls flesh as she pulled him up the stone steps. "The pins provide you with intense 'pleasure' while I pull you up the steps to my dungeon," she told him as they ascended the steps. Occasionally she would squeeze his balls to increase his 'pleasure'. They reached the top and walked through the open doorway into the Dungeon. Shutting the heavy oak door, she pulled him to the center of the room, and onto a platform. She fastened his wrists to an overhead chain. Calista released his wrists from his collar and pulled his arms over his head. Still holding his balls tightly, she kneeled, spread his legs as wide as they would go and secured them to shackles bolted to the floor.
"You are now totally helpless and at my whim, slave Stuart," Mistress Calista told him. He nodded, straining from the pain in his balls. She stood up and began to lick and suck his nipples, alternating from one to the other. He moaned at the pleasure of her tongue on his hard nipples. His cock became rock hard as he reveled in her licking his nipples. Calista removed her gloves and placed them across his hard cock, the pins pricking him uncomfortably. She began to pull, pinch and tweak his nipples with both her hands. Her fingers twisted his nipples harshly, squeezing them hard and pulling them out as far as they would go. A large drop of thick, clear pre-cum formed at Stuart's cockhole. She wiped it off with her finger, tasted it, and wiped her finger on his lips. "Lick it, slut!" Calista smiled wickedly then moved to her 'Implements and Toys' table to select an item. Returning she showed him a Y chain with clamps on each of the three ends. She hung the chain on his cock while Stuart shuddered in terror.
Calista resumed licking and sucking one nipple, while twisting, pulling, pinching and squeezing the other nipple. She bit his nipple hard, leaving her teethmarks. Holding his nipple with her teeth, she pulled it away from his body, reached for the Y chain and clamped the nipple securely. Calista bit the other nipple, pulled it with her teeth, leaving more teethmarks and clamped it securely as well. She placed a lead weight on the Y chain, where the three chains meet, and let it drop! Slave Stuart screamed in pain as the weight came to an abrupt stop, cruelly pulling at his nipples. Mistress Calista kneeled putting on the kid gloves covered with pins again. She put his cockhead in her mouth and began to lick and suck it while harshly spanking his loose hanging balls wearing the pin gloves. Stuart moaned in agony as his balls begin to burn and sear from the pricking and spanking they are receiving. Calista continued slapping his balls harshly, while sucking his cockhead. She lapped up the nearly continuous drops of thick, clear pre-cum while pummeling his balls. His balls burned painfully and turned a deep crimson shade. Calista's hand slapped harder at his balls, until his 'pleasure' was so intense that Stuart was screaming constantly.
Mistress Calista released his balls to listen, amused, at his screams, sobs and whimpers. Smiling wickedly, she picked up the third end of the Y chain that had an alligator clip on its end. Removing her gloves she stroked his cock. Licking his cockhead all about she gently squeezed his cockhead until his cockhole opened. Calista opened the alligator clips jaws, shoving one jaw into his cockhole and let the alligator clip snap shut. He screamed a blood-curdling shriek that pierced the Dungeon, resonating throughout the chamber. "Oh I love that sound, slut. You make that sound sooooooo well," she said wickedly, smiling at him as she put on the kid gloves again. Reaching out to lift the weight on his nipple chain she lets it drop again to pull painfully at his nipples and cockhead. He screamed again and fell limp in his chains, his knees and legs buckling. Still listening to him wail and scream, she grasped his cockshaft with her gloved hand and squeezed very hard. Stuart shrieked in agony as he tried to twist away from his tormentor, to elude the gloved hand, but his Mistress will not permit it.
Calista released his cock and returned to her Implements table while he hung, nearly unconscious, from his chains. She poured herself a cool glass of Chablis and sipped the wine. Moving in front of him, she waited until he realized that she is there and he looked up at his beautiful Mistress. Calista dips each of her titties into her wine glass and offers Stuart her titties to lick free of wine. Eagerly he laps at her breasts and nipples to get what little moisture they provide. Still wearing the gloves, she put the wineglass down and moved behind him. He jerked against the chains as she drew her gloved hand across his asscheeks. He moaned and whimpered as Calista whispered to him that she is going to spank his lovely ass. "Please, Mistress, I don't think I can stand any more, please," he pleaded.
"Stop that childish whimpering, slut! Think about what you just did, slut. You spoke without permission! Now, I must correct your terrible deportment to teach you to obey the rules," Calista said sweetly. "I think that ten strokes of my special kid gloves to each asscheek and ten more to each of your inner thighs, where the flesh is soft and tender, should do nicely." He moaned dejectedly and nearly pleaded again, but thought the better of it. He resigned himself to his fate. Calista patted his asscheeks, whispering in his ear that those pats didn't count. He moaned a long time and sobbed. "I think that you should help me keep track of the strokes by counting them aloud. If you lose count, I shall have to start from the beginning. Do you understand, slut?" He nodded and said a barely audible 'yes' in response. "Oh Stuart, dear slave, that simply won't do. I could hardly hear that. Would you like to try again?" she asked.
Stuart mustered all the strength he could manage and said aloud, "Yes, Mistress, I will count the strokes." Smiling sweetly and looking him in the eyes as he turned his head, she raised her hand and delivered the first blow savagely. He screamed and flailed in his chains, but called out, "One!" She grinned and brutally applied another stroke to his other asscheek. He managed to count that one as well. Calista continued, brutally spanking his asscheeks. Somehow, he managed to count the full complement of twenty brutal strokes to his asscheeks.
"Now for those lovely soft, tender inner thighs, slut." Calista declared. He groaned and tears ran down his cheeks from the burning pain in his now crimson asscheeks. He nodded and Calista struck immediately. He shrieked as the pins dug into his thigh flesh, but drew a deep breath and counted out the stroke. "Good, little slut whore," Calista told him while savagely spanking his tender inner thigh flesh. He screamed, wailed, moaned, but forced himself to count all of the strokes. Mistress patted his head as it hung down, breathing hard, whimpering and covered with sweat. Calista poured herself more wine and sipped the cool 'nectar of the grape' while watching Stuart trying to recover. She poured another glassful and drank deeply. Moving to the corner of the Dungeon, she brought back a gymnasts horse. She placed it in front of him and slowly lowered his upper body so that it was bent over the horse at his waist. Walking behind him she spread his asscheeks with her gloved hands. Stuart screamed in agony as her gloved hands pried his sore asscheeks apart.
