PART 1
It was Sarah’s turn to play boss and I knew it was going to be hell tonight. The previous turn had been mine, and I’d been a little rough, so I knew she’d be looking for payback.
I stood, feet widely spaced and anchored to the floor by the ankle cuffs. We were in our dungeon, and there were many attachment points scattered around the walls, floor and roof to bind slaves.
My arms were stretched above me, connected to the roof via soft wrist cuffs and light but strong chains. I was not stretched as tight as usual and thought at first that this evening Sarah might take it easy on me; I should have known better, of course, but for now the ignorance was bliss. I was easily able to move my feet almost a half step backwards or forwards, before feeling the chains take up the slop and halt me. My arms when stretched straight above me had about one foot of movement.
I must have been deep in my own thoughts, as the first I knew she was there was when I briefly heard a “swishing” sound then pain exploded in my arse cheeks. So intense was the pain I briefly lost my footing and it was only the chains that held me up.
“Oww”, I howled. “Oh shit …shit …Shit!”
She came around in front of me then and it was like looking at a stranger. A gorgeous, sexy, scary stranger, her normally brunette hair now blond, and tied in little girl pigtails. She wore a short schoolgirl style dress, done in black leather, with a gathered hem that opened up to display her shapely thighs and black thong when she pirouetted. It was low cut at the front allowing me a good view of her nicely rounded breasts. On her feet she wore black high heels, her legs graced a pair of black lace stockings.
After a couple of pirouettes she came close, her thigh touching mine and whispered,
“Quiet lover, you knew this was going to be rough”
“Yeah, but shit, that really hurt Sarah. Fuck it still hurts!” I replied.
“We’ll talk about it later.” She said, finality in her voice. I felt a fearful chill run through me, and wondered if this had finally gone too far, though I was too scared to voice my apprehension, in case she should decide to be even harder at my obvious lack of trust.
“I don’t want to gag you tonight love, I want to be able to hear your every breath, your every sigh, your every gasp. So you will need to be quiet, always quiet. If you promise to be quiet now, I will forget the gag, but should you speak without permission, that little swat I gave you earlier will seem like nothing. I am giving you a choice tonight, accept the gag and the lessening of self-control required, or spend the evening gag free, and give up some of the freedom and pleasure you might get from being able to scream and beg at your whim.” She delivered this in a calm and caring voice so that I almost felt it was only my welfare she was concerned with.
I shivered again, the fear coursing through me; I wanted to ask so many questions. I knew I really had to go through with her game, if I chose the gag she was sure to make me regret it.
“I’ll go without the gag” I managed in a dry, feeble voice.
She leaned into me then, her thigh gently rubbing my cock, and favored me with a radiant smile.
“Good boy.” She whispered in my ear, her hand caressing my right nipple. She gave me a quick peck on the lips, before moving behind me and out of my sight.
It was perhaps 10 minutes before her footsteps again tap tapped across the wooden floor. I heard what sounded like the shifting of furniture behind me then after what seemed like another 10 minutes she reappeared.
“O.K. lover here’s the deal,” She said with a grin. “ This is a 9 pound weight, I don’t know what the effect would be should you try to lift it by your balls. I have chosen it as a challenge for you. I have seen you take 3 pounds with relative ease so I thought 9 pounds would be adequate as a training weight.”
She held the weight with both hands and brought it to my eye level. It was a solid piece of round brass bar, roughly 5 to 6 inches in diameter I guessed and about the same length. There was a solid brass loop attached to the one end.
“Let’s test it huh,” She continued, “Squat down as low as you can big boy”
“Sarah please…” I began, before she lifted her hand quickly to smack my balls. I groaned out loud, the dull agony rising into my lower abdomen.
I sagged, knees bent, anything to ease the pain. My weight was taken entirely by my bound wrists.
“There,” She said, “That’s got you squatting.”
I barely felt her careful hands attach the parachute to my aching balls.
“All done now,” She said, “up you get. Try and stand straight up slave. Remember you are slave tonight. If you don’t make a good effort I’ll smack your balls again and again until I feel you are putting your back into it. See if you can lift the weight.”
She stood up in front of me and smiled as she watched me.
I felt sick, my balls already hurt, though the pain was fast fading, but I was really scared she might do me permanent damage. I wanted to tell her so, but I was scared of what punishment speaking without permission might unleash upon me. Jesus I was so angry with both her and myself. Fucking bitch I thought. Oh God what is this?
I began to rise, then slowed when I felt the resistance of the weight begin to tug on my balls.
“C’mon, the string is barely taught yet” She teased me, before once again crouching down between my widely spread knees. “You’ll have to do better than that”.
I began to lift, feeling a dull ache flare out from my balls as they were pulled down into the base of their sack and flattened out under the weight. I groaned; I couldn’t help it. It was just too much. She was mad, there was no way I could lift this huge brass weight with just my balls.
Suddenly she stood again and smiled at me and said I could squat again. Sweat was running off my body; fear, nervous tension, anger and rage were all churning through me. I squatted and breathed a long sigh of relief; hope returning at the thought that perhaps she wasn’t insane after all.
She unclipped the weight, but left the parachute in place. She then tied another piece of thick string around the base of my sack, just above the parachute. Despite everything I felt myself begin to harden. She looked up at me and with a grin gave my hardening cock a playful but firm slap across its head. It made me harder still.
“You’re a horny slut aren’t you, look at this thing, I think it would spear me if I gave it half a chance.” She ran her fingers gently up and down my rapidly hardening cock.
Once again she moved behind me, but not before she gave my cock a couple of friendly firm pumps.
I felt her playing with the parachute and string attached to my balls, then in a short time I felt the gentle pressure of something pulling on either the string or the parachute. It was not really painful, just mildly uncomfortable.
