"So you want to see me naked," remarked the statuesque, thirtyish beauty. Seating herself and crossing her legs, she pondered aloud, "I wonder if you're ready to pay the price." Her voice was stern and her words held a note of challenge, as if to suggest that I might not be up to what lay ahead.
Kneeling naked before her--blindfolded, collared, cuffed and gagged--I was unable to answer on my own. If I'd been permitted to speak, I'd have rushed to say that I was more than ready. In fact, I was hot for it. I was hot to see this woman's body and yes, to pay well for the privilege--with my pain. I'd asked to suffer by the cock and balls; now it was about to happen.
I didn't have to wait long. I soon felt hands on my genitals, stroking, twisting, squeezing. My cock began to respond, but before it became fully erect, I felt the bite of Velcro-lined clothespins being applied, one after the other, to my hardening meat. They hurt, each one like a small, red-hot pincer gripping my most tender flesh. I squirmed and moaned, trying to relax and get into it, fighting the urge to cry out. I felt this was a test, a measure of my commitment, and I was determined to pass.
Very gradually the sensation changed from pain to pleasure. By the time I'd taken maybe thirty of the clamps, I'd settled down. I began to welcome each new clothespin as it was attached to my dick and my moans now had an entirely different tone. I spread my legs wider and thrust my hips forward, inviting more.
"God, you're such a slut!" the woman exclaimed, quickly rewarding my enthusiasm with additional clothespins, this time on my balls.
When she'd finished, fifty of the wicked little devices clung to my genitals. As a crowning touch, she attached five-ounce weights to ten of them and had me rise up on my knees so they could hang freely. A louder, more plaintive moan escaped my gagged mouth, eliciting quiet laughter from her as she got up and walked behind me into an adjacent room.
I knelt there in silence, the pain in my sex gradually lessening to a dull ache. I told myself that it was right and proper for me to be where I was and as I awaited her return, I began to replay in my mind how it all began.
I recalled lying in bed one morning with a raging hard-on, masturbating. I'd been enjoying my favorite fantasy--that of having my genitals tortured while an attractive woman stripped and displayed her body for me. As always, the woman was incredibly sensual, taking obvious pleasure in turning me on. She was also heartless--and cruel. She truly enjoyed seeing a man endure real agony for the pleasure of watching her. Playing out the scene in my mind, I'd brought myself to an incredible, shuddering climax. When I'd come down to earth, physically satiated but still very aroused, I'd resolved to fulfill my fantasy.
I'd then tried the standard approaches--placing ads online and responding to ones from women seeking to model for a fee. I'd even called an agency offering escorts and strippers for private parties. None of these efforts had proved fruitful. Just when I'd about given up on the whole idea, I'd received a call from a woman I'd met at a local club and whom I'd told of my fantasy. Not only did she understand what I was looking for, but she'd been thinking about it since we'd met and was genuinely eager for the encounter. I'd been in heaven!
Now I was in her private play space and my fantasy was about to become reality. I wondered how she was attired. I'd asked that she wear a tight, revealing dress, bra, thong-style panties, and thigh-high stockings. I hoped she had honored my request. I also hoped she would delight in teasing me, stripping slowly so my eyes could linger on her beauty as I prepared myself to suffer. In my mind I saw her dancing totally nude, slowly and suggestively allowing me long looks at the soft, round, feminine parts of her body. I imagined her bending at the waist and spreading her bottom cheeks, revealing to me her most intimate charms and urging me to lust for her. I expected to see some wonderful sights.
I also knew what a sight I must be, with my wrists locked behind my back and my cock and balls covered with weighted clamps! I began to relish my feelings of humiliation and vulnerability and I longed for what was to come. Almost unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth, causing the weights to swing and pull harder on my meat.
"You like that, do you, Boy?" I heard her ask.
Startled, I froze-and then nodded my head. I realized I'd been caught in the act of sluttishly tormenting myself and I was embarrassed. There was no telling how long she'd been standing there watching me!
"You know that's just the appetizer, Darling," she said. "Soon you'll get the main course."
Abruptly she removed the weights and clothespins and roughly massaged my genitals. The sensation was intense, causing me to buckle in pain. However, I forced myself to straighten up and give myself to it, hoping to show my willingness to please her.
"Good boy," said the woman. "Stay with it. There's more."
