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.”
