Upon entering her lair, I promptly removed all my clothes, neatly folded them and put them in a box by the door. She wore a latex bra and matching latex pants. They both were a deep red color and of course, snug to her body. Her hands and lower arms were covered by gloves made of the same material. And she had five-inch stiletto heels that gave her an even-more commanding presence.
While my cock was still soft, her gloved hands forced a metal cock ring down my shaft and one at a time, over my balls. The ring fit snugly between my body and my cock. This was the first time she had done this to me. As soon as her hands left the ring, I could feel my cock begin to swell. She fastened a three-inch wide collar made of leather around my neck. Her right hand grabbed my chin and moved my head from side-to-side but the width of the collar made the movement severely constricted. There were metal rings sewn into the collar on all four sides. I watched her eyes as she admired her efforts before she took my left elbow and walked me ten feet deeper into her lair.
She motioned for me to sit down on the steel chair. I had learned through prior visits that she rarely spoke. And it was always in a commanding voice when she did. I looked the chair over as I approached and noticed the short seat and the leather strap dangling against the seat back. I turned around and sat down on the cold vinyl. My ass cheeks barely fit on the short seat and my ball sac hung down between my thighs. She bent down to one knee and moved my right ankle against the steel chair leg. Steel cuffs quickly secured my ankle. She repeated with my left leg. She forced my right elbow flat against the chair arm and secured it tightly and then my wrist. She repeated with the left elbow and wrist. Even though the room was cool and I was nude, I could feel beads of perspiration on my brow and droplets of sweat from my pits. She walked around behind me and the chair. I could feel the leather strap being slid across my belly, just below my belly button. It was pulled fairly tight to secure my lower back to the chair. It effectively eliminated most of my ability to move in the chair.
Her heels clicked and echoed on the cold concrete as she walked to a table on the side wall. I watched her tight ass encased in latex sway with each step and could feel my dick stiffen. I had never worn a cock ring and really did not know what it was supposed to do to me. She returned with a steel chain with small clips on both ends. Her left hand roughly grasped my stiff cock and pulled it to the right. Her right hand clipped the chain to the cock ring and she released my cock. She rubbed her gloved, left hand on my belly and I could feel her rubbing my pre-cum on my skin. She stepped between my thighs and bent at the knees. Her eyes looked into mine and a thin smile crossed her lips. Her left hand pulled my neck forward and the right hand clipped the steel chain to the ring in front of the collar. When she released my neck, I realized the chain that ran between my neck and cock ring was not quite long enough to allow me to straighten. It caused me to lean forward in the chair, but the leather strap across my lower belly kept me from going any further forward. If I tried to straighten my back, the cock ring dug into my skin.
Standing five feet in front of me, well within my view, she reaches behind her back and unfastens her latex bra. She lowers it off her 36D breasts and shows them to me for first time in my visits. The left nipple has a thick barbell piercing it. The right nipple has a large ring. Her breasts are quite firm and sit high on her chest. She displays no tan lines, though the light is dim. She gets within a foot of me and lightly pinches each of her nipples and grins. Then she gets on her knees between my spread legs and pushes my chin up causing me to gasp as the cock ring digs into my flesh. Her gloved hands reach forward and grasp each nipple. As she pinches harder, I find myself clinching my jaw. She pulls the nipples from my body and twists them in opposite directions. My cock throbs as she does this. And then she releases them and I feel my body relax.
Her heels click as she walks to that table. She returns holding a leather strap with a hard rubber ring. She holds it up for me to see it clearly. "Do you know what this is?" When I shake my head from side to side to indicate 'no', she walks around behind me. She loops it in front of my mouth and says, "Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue." I do as she directs me to do. The rubber ring is pulled over my tongue and into my mouth. She positions the hard rubber ring so it is inside my upper and lower jaws with my tongue sticking through it. My mouth is now wide-open without the ability to close it. The leather strap is buckled tightly behind my head. I can now feel sweat running down my arms from my pits.
And then she brings the clamps with set screws. She set them down on the small table to my right, just barely in my peripheral vision. She hesitates so I have time to mentally take in the clamps. And then a pair of two pound lead weights. And then a pair of three pound lead weights. My mind began to race as I strained to see the weights on the table. She sat them down so I could identify the '2' and the '3' stamped on them. More pre-cum oozes from the tip of my hard cock. My balls hang down between my legs. I am terrified at this moment. And this is why I have come to her lair this evening. I'm sure my body is shaking, though it could just be my imagination.
She produces a long-handled object like a leather flyswatter as she returns to my vision directly in front of me. I try to swallow as best I can but I can already feel my spittle drooling from my forced-open mouth. She bends down and flicks the swatter directly on my left nipple. My breathing quickens markedly as the sharp pain registers in my brain. Twenty, quick flicks has my nipple bright red and as erect as I've ever seen it. She puts the swatter across my lap as she reaches for one of the clamps. Her left breast brushes my extended tongue as she does. She opens the clamp and closes it around my nipple. I hear squeals of pain from my voice. The clamp bites the tender flesh. And then she twists the set screw three full turns. I try to move but I am securely fastened to the steel chair. And with it bolted to the floor, I can barely move at all.
Before I can control any sensation of my breathing, the right nipple is flicked five times. She pauses just a moment before fifteen more has my nipple red, sensitive and hard. Again, her large, firm breast brushes my extended tongue as she picks up the second clamp. It bites into my flesh as the clamp closes around my nipple. Three full turns with the set screw and my nipples are both on fire. While still on her knees between my spread legs, she positions her head inches over the crown of my cock. Thick spit drizzles from her lips. Her gloved hand rubs my cock from crown to base using her spit as lubricant. I'm erect and aroused but the cock ring is preventing any orgasm. For just a couple moments, the pain to my nipples is forgotten. And then she slaps my hanging ball sac and the pain returns. She stands and walks away from me into the darkness.
I sat on the small steel chair with my bare ass barely supported. I'm forced to lean forward by the chain and the clamps bite into my nipples. I can't hear her or see her but I know she must be watching. Fifteen agonizing minutes pass. And then I hear the click of her heels on the cold concrete. She walked across the room and stops with her left tit inches from my face. She pressed her big tit to my tongue and mouth. My tongue, extended through the hard rubber ring, tries to lick and flick her nipple. I feel the metal of the barbell piercing against the tip of my tongue. Spittle runs down my tongue and onto her tit as my tongue flicks her nipple in an effort to please her. Her gloved hands began to rub my chest, massaging the area around my aching nipples. The suddenness makes my whole body lurch upwards. I try to cry out but my voice is hoarse and my mouth is covered by her big tit. Gloved hands rub next to the clamps and tears form in my eyes. Her hands leave my chest and her tit pulls free from my mouth.
The two pound weights have small hooks that easily attach to the clamps. She picks them up and holds them in front of my eyes. And then she slips one on the left nipple. I cry out as the weight drops and pulls on my nipples. And then the right nipple is pulled from the weight that is added. My breathing is ragged as I fight the pain to my nipples. My cock is rock hard and feels like it is on fire. This was the whole reason to make my head lean forward. It allows the weights to hang free of my body and thus, it makes them feel even heavier. She caresses my hanging ball sac. Her hand cups it in her hand and then I felt her hand close around it. And she pulled it downward. I scream through the ring. It comes out more like a croak. And she laughs at my anguish. I hear myself trying to beg her for mercy but the words are unintelligible. And she would not have acquiesced even if she could have understood me. That wasn't the proposition.
