I waited, watching his shallow, sharp breathing. He had offered himself to me in service and wanted to be trained to worship me just how I like it. Little did he know what that would actually mean.
I ran a finger deliberately down his spine, teasing his buttocks and then tickling his balls. Twining my fingers around them, I pulled the sack skin tight and quickly slid a tie around the base of his cock. With a twist here and there it wasn’t long before his package was snugly bound in a classic cock-tie that separated his balls from each other and from his penis. This held him stiff while also drawing the skin of each testicle taut, enhancing sensitivity.
“So you’d like the honor of worshipping my intimate nooks and crannies would you slave? My wet, velvety places?” I asked in an amused but seductive voice.
“Yes Mistress, very much so, Mistress”.
“There is a price you know. Such an honor does not come free. Are you willing to pay?”
“Yes Mistress, do whatever you like with me Mistress”.
Without hesitation the whirring of the cane sliced through the air and bit into his soft buttocks. Two, Three, Four, Five, Six in a row… Cold strokes with no warm up.
Slave yelped in pain and surprise but held his position with a dedicated determination to take whatever I dished out. While his efforts where admirable, if he thought that was the only price he would have to pay he was mistaken.
While the red welts were still blossoming across his bottom, I attached a rope to his cock-tie and I soon had his balls tied to the bed railing behind him. This meant his cock and balls were tugged on if he tried to move at all.
I then sauntered around him to lay myself down in a luxurious pile of cushions in front of his bowed head. I slipped my g-string off, flicking him in the face with it, and spread my legs… My pussy just out of reach…
“Can you smell that my dear slave? Take a deep breath and breathe me in. Does that smell good to you? How badly do you want to serve me? You can worship me if you can reach me… Prove to me that it is about my pleasure, not yours…”
He hesitated. He longed to please me, to taste me, but he would have to strain against the cock and ball bondage in a very painful way to make me come.
He reach forward, struggling to reach me. He was clearly in quite some discomfort and couldn’t help moaning in pain as he endeavored to prove himself to me.
I moved slightly further away and laughed, “Come on slave, I thought you wanted to worship my pussy? I thought you said it wasn’t about your pleasure, it was only about mine?”
He groaned in dismay and strained to reach me, this time clearly in quite a lot of pain as the bondage pulled on his cock and balls. Still desperate to reach the holy grail nestled between my legs, he pushed himself…
“You know I take quite a long time to come slave, we could be here for a while… my clitoris is higher up… come a little closer…”
Based on a real life session with Sydney-based Mistress Artemisia de Vine
Disclaimer: Don’t try this at home unless you’ve been shown how to tie the cock and balls in a way that will not damage the ductus deferens when tugged. See Artemisia’s website here
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