It was a small card key with information hand-written on it. The writing gave the location of the hotel I was staying at that night and the room number. The exchange was made when I picked up a vehicle from her house. I simply gave her the key because no further explanation was needed.
It was understood well in advance that she may or may not go to my hotel. After all, she was my Mistress and would do as she pleased. It was also understood that once I got to my hotel room I would place myself in bondage which had a timed escape of at least three hours. While in bondage I would also attach a significant weight hanging from my ball sack.
I had brought several toys for mistress M to use on me if she so desired. The first, which I would use as my self-bondage torture, was a two pound split weight ball stretcher. It would fasten around my balls to be held in place with two recessed set screws. Once on, it would stretch my balls 1 1/2" as well as add two pounds of weight. In addition, it had a place to attach two screws which I could tie a water jug to, increasing the weight by a few pounds. The second toy was called a "humbler", which when placed around my balls would hold them between my legs behind me such that I could not stand, only kneel. This also left my balls exposed and vulnerable to whipping or any other torment mistress wanted to inflict. The third toy was an acrylic ball crusher. This device had two plates attached by a hinge and each plate with a hole in the center. The lower plate hole was larger so that balls and cock could be inserted. The upper plate, which is used as the crusher, had a hole big enough only for the victims cock. The balls get trapped between the two plates and pressure was applied with thumbs screws to Mistress' desire. The crusher plate was transparent so she could see her slaves balls being slowly and painfully flattened.
When I arrived at my hotel the first thing I did was take a long, hot shower. This would help loosen my balls enough to place the stretcher on more easily. I next got out four chains which I locked to each of the four bed feet. I placed three locks on the bed and put the keys on one of the nightstands. They would be out of my reach when spread-eagled, but in reach with one hand free. I put the last lock, a combination lock with a black dial and black numbers, on the bed as well. I took one of the hotel lamps and plugged it into the special timer I had brought with me. I set the time on the timer and then set the "on" time at three hours. Then I plugged it into an outlet well away from the bed and plugged the lamp into the timer. Before doing this I made sure the lamp switch was in the "on" position. In this way, once I turned out the lights in the hotel room, there would not be enough light for me to see the dial on the combination lock until the timer turned the lamp on in three hours. Only then would I be able to see enough to release myself.
I was now ready. With some difficulty, I fitted the two pound ball stretcher around the top of my ball sack and tightened the set screws. I set the little allen wrench on the night stand by the keys. I screwed in the eyelets to the stretcher and started to tie on the one gallon water jug. Then I thought better of it since one gallon of water equals almost 8 pounds which would mean I would have ten pounds pulling on my balls for three hours or so. I dumped out about 2/3 of the water and decided five pounds would be much easier to take. I sat down on the bed naked and locked each ankle into the end of the chains I had placed there. Gingerly I let the water jug hang over the edge of the bed providing a manageable five pound tug. The jug was suspended by my balls about two feet from the floor. Then I laid back and locked one wrist into a chain end.
Now came the tricky part. I flipped off the room lights with the switch over the bed. I was in almost complete darkness now but once my eyes adjusted I could see the outline of the combination lock and the remaining chain. The heavy curtains muted almost all the street lights from outside. It was hard to do with only one hand but I finally managed to get the last chain tightly wound around my wrist and the combination lock through the links. This was it. Once I clicked the lock, I'd not be able to reach the light switch or keys and I'd be helpless to escape until the lamp turned on automatically in three hours. I gulped and took a deep breath. I clicked the lock shut and spun the dial.
Almost immediately the five pound weight on my balls seemed to double. It was pulling my balls off! Not really, but it seemed that way to me. I calmed myself down and tried to wait. My entire world was centered on the sensation of being helpless with my balls being mercilessly stretched towards the floor. The pain went deep up into my stomach and it never relented.
Would Mistress come before the three hours were up? What would she do if she did?
I tried to breathe normally then I tried breathing faster but nothing helped or lessened the exquisite ache I had inflicted on myself. I looked at the clock. Only three minutes had passed! I didn't know if I'd be able to hold out the entire time. But I had no choice.
It went on and on. I writhed in agony and tried pulling the water jug up over the edge of the bed, but I didn't have enough movement with my ankles chained. I could almost get it, but it within an inch or two was all I could muster. Plus, it increased the tug on my poor ball sack. After a few attempts I gave up in exhaustion. I was sweating too, in part because of the exertion, but also because I had turned up the thermostat in the room so that my ball sack would remain very loose in case Mistress showed up to play with me.
It was almost exactly two hours since I clicked the last lock shut that I heard something in the direction of the door. Was I imagining it or was Mistress M here? Hopefully she was and would save me!
The door opened and light flooded into my eyes as the lights were turned on. Once I could see well enough I saw it was indeed Mistress! She closed the door and turned the deadbolt. She looked him up and down and licked her lips and placed her purse on a nightstand. She smiled.
"Oh, b, you did a wonderful job! I think I'll just look at you for a while. But wait, there are a couple of changes that need to be made."
With that she added a new lock she had brought with her to my wrist with the combination lock. Now I was stuck even with the lights on. She then went to the bathroom and I heard the water running.
"You don't have nearly enough water in your jug. Let's fill it up!"
I started to plead with her not to "no mistress, please no...I can barely stand it as it is!"
She stopped and I felt reprieved. "Are you daring to tell me what to do or not to do, b?", she asked with a dangerous glint in her eye.
"ummm no Mistress, i was just hoping you might take pity on your poor slave."
She then paused to consider as she took off her pants and blouse which left her clothed only in a crotchless sexy black bustier, which further accentuated her beautiful and ample chest.
"Well, I WAS going to only fill it partially up but it seems obvious to me you need to be taught a lesson, so since your little outburst I've decided to fill it all the way up. You might want to hope I don't add even more. You're in no position to say anything, but I don't want to hear it even if you do."
She then tried to shove a ball gag into my mouth, but I resisted.
"Open your mouth, b", she commanded. Then, to make sure her command was obeyed, she grabbed my helpless ball sack and began to squeeze. I had to relent and opened my mouth and took the ball gag all the way in between my teeth. She then fastened the strap behind my head so there was no way I could get it out and no noise I could make other than muted grunts.
"There, that's better. Now let's get a little more weight on those balls and see what happens, shall we?"
I grunted and shook my head no. She poured more water carefully into the jug from the ice bucket. I had almost gotten used to the weight but this new amount increased my torment geometrically. I felt light headed from the pain and thought I would pass out. still she poured and I could feel a scream deep in my chest with no way to get out. She heard me anyway and looked into my eyes and smiled.
"This is absolutely wonderful. You are such a perfect slave for me. Do you know how many years I have wanted to do this to your balls? This is making me wet. Go ahead and scream as hard as you can. I can barely hear you but it's music to my ears."
She continued pouring until the jug must have been completely full. I was in totally agony with almost ten pounds pulling on my poor balls. It felt like they must be stretched nearly to the floor!
She then grabbed my cock. Amazingly, I was rock hard. She opened some special oil she had removed from her purse and poured it over my cock head and started rubbing it between her palms like she was making ropes out of play dough. The friction felt amazingly good but just between agony and ecstasy. There was no way I could cum from this motion and she knew it, but continued at a fast pace. My balls were filling up and getting bigger. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was no longer screaming because the weight seemed more bearable now that she was playing with my cock head. As she rubbed she looked into my eyes and spoke to me.
"You have no idea how long I can keep this up but you won't cum. Your balls will get fuller and fuller and even more tender which is what I want. I need them blue for the next stage or your torture. But right now I am so hot. I need to orgasm and you are going to give it to me with your mouth and tongue. So that means the gag has to come out but believe me, if you make even a sound before I cum all over your face, I will put the gag back in and you will be VERY sorry."
