“What are you waiting for? Get my crop now!!” Mistress Darnisha snapped impatiently.
Her bondage of my balls left me hobbling over over to her chest of "toys." The latch popped open with a click. Inside were her implements of pain and pleasure. Everything from anal probes to barbed whips resided in this box. She'd used them all on me at one time or another over the years. She was also very creative with other non-sexual household items.
The black crop was attached to the roof of the chest. Unhooking it, I took the handle in my hands. Thankfully, its handle was relatively small in thickness and smooth. Mistress had a habit of shoving handles in my ass. This one wasn't too painful.
"Get the clamps and suction bulbs too," she called impatiently from the door way.
"The clamps Ma'am?" I asked in a half questioning half confirming tone.
"Yes. Now hurry up." Her tone let me know that I was trying her patience, yet again.
She was also tapping the side of her thigh. This was her silent command to crawl behind her. I had to be exactly 5 steps behind her. No more and no less. I remember when she trained me for that using a measured leash and nipple clamps. A couple of times she even inserted her short whip handle in my ass so that I'd have a proper doggy tail.
I quickly gathered the clamps and attached them to my ears. Its a strange place, but since I couldn't pleasure myself by attaching them to my nipples, this was her choice. That was Mistress Darnisha's 112th rule, no self pleasure without her specific approval.
Slipping the crop between my teeth I crawled to my place behind her. The suction bulb was small so I could palm it while crawling.
Mistress turned and walked out into the hall way, her robe sashaying behind her accentuating the roundness of her ass. I followed behind with my dick throbbing in anticipation of her cruel attention.
She was like a goddess to me. A beauty to behold, regal in her demeanor, and generous to a fault. I had free reign over her home, and she took care of my every need and want. And although she had a list of 613 commandments. It really only boiled down to two things: 1) obey her, and 2) think only of her pleasure. Fail either of these and her wrath would lead to severe punishment.
Punishment. Its such an odd word to apply to what she does. Correction is more like it. She's like an accomplished violinist and I am her instrument. She learned how to play me perfectly nearly always capable of finding that thin line where pain blurs into pleasure. I'm kept in a constant state of arousal and awareness of my body by her work.
Even now being forced to crawl took some of the pressure off of my testicles reducing the pain to a dull ache. It also focused my mind between my legs where every move sent waves of sensation through me. Having my throbbing balls brush against the inside of my thigh increased my longing for her touch.
Mistress headed to the stairway to the basement room. She calls it her play ground. Going down stairs on hands and knees can only be done side ways. It causes me to fall behind pace. When I reach the bottom, I'm greeted with a swat across the ass from her favorite paddle for my transgression. It leaves my bottom red hot and my nipples harden. So it begins.
"Thank you Mistress" I mumble unintelligibly through clenched teeth.
Without responding she grabs my ear and leads me to what I call the folding rack. Its a smooth piece of oak about 2 inches thick and 5 inches wide that is padded at the top. She measured its height to fit my waist.
She retrieves the nipple clamps from my ears while I hold out my hand with the suction bulb. She tosses the bulb on the table. The clamps are metal with alligator ridged teeth. The bite of the clamp is adjustable. Both the height of the teeth and the pressure of the clamp can be changed. Each clamp also has a ring hook on the bottom for attaching chains or weights. They are merciless in their ability to render pain.
Mistress walks in front of me and sucks my nipples flicking them with her tongue. A small moan escapes my lips. I am rewarded by a slap across the mouth.
"Do not make me gag you slave."
She resumes her sucking and licking. Once my nipples are nice and hard, she slips on a clamp. I barely notice its so loose. She then does the other one. Again, its only tight enough to stay on.
