"Strip, slave."
 
"Slave, master? I thought I was your pet."
 
"You are my pet, slave. But you are also my slave when I want you to be. You are whatever I want you to be. Today I want you to be my slave."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Good girl. Yes, take it all off. I want to look at you. Turn around for me. Yes, so beautiful."
 
"Thank you, master."
 
"Here, put these handcuffs on."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"No, not like that. Behind your back."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Good girl. Now get on your knees, slave."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Now crawl this way."
 
"How?"
 
"On your knees, of course. I've had you shackle your hands, not your legs too.
 
"Yes master."
 
"Good. Yes. Come closer, slave. I want that pretty little face of yours right in front of my crotch. You're going to make your master happy tonight."
 
"I like making you happy, master."
 
"I know, slave. But hush now, no more talking. You do far too much talking I think. I know it is in a woman's nature to talk and talk. I know it is how you women think—you let yourselves say things out loud to see how they sound. But you have me now to tell you what to do and think."
 
"That's a bit sexist, don't you think, master?"
 
"Fair enough, slave. But get that mouth on my cock before I smack you."
 
"Yef, maf-per."
 
"Good girl. Mmm, yes, that's it. Do you like it when I run my hands across your face and through your hair gently like this?"
 
"Yef, maf—"
 
"Hush, slave. Don't try to talk. You just sound stupid when you talk. Use your cocksucking skills to communicate your agreement. Use your tongue to—oh, my god, slave, yes, that's it. That's so good. Mmm…okay…now, where was I?"
 
"Being fecfift."
 
"Oh yes, thank you. Being sexist. And shut-up. What did I just say about trying to talk?"
 
"Bom'p?"
 
"Yes, don't, so…ugh…anyway. Fair enough yes, I'm a big sexist. But I'm a big sexist who's bigger than you and has you in handcuffs, so watch your mouth. Or no, let me watch your mouth…mmm…oh god…such a pretty mouth. Feels so good. Yes, anyway. At least I'm sexist against both sexes. Look, women think with their mouths and men think with their dicks. That's my point. I think with my dick. All men do it, and it makes us very stupid sometimes. But how can we not? I mean look at that thing! Look at the size of it! No, no, slave, not literally. Keep your mouth on it. There's a good girl. Mmm…anyway…If you had a dick like this, what would you be thinking about all day?"
 
"I'd probably be wondering how'd that get there? What is this thing, anyway? Looks like a mushroom on top of a rocket."
 
"Very funny. Keep sucking, slave."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Anyway, the point is…this is the ultimate form of communication between a man and a woman. You express yourself with your mouth on my cock, and I express myself by having a massive erection in your presence."
 
"And what a presence you have, sir."
 
"Shut-up you shameless sycophant. Keep sucking. That's all I want from you."
 
"Mmm…yef, fer, mmm…bup…what about what I want?"
 
"You're my slave. So you want to do what I want you to do."
 
"But master…I may not have a magnificent cock like yours, but I do have a pussy that needs love."
 
"I know that, slave. And your pussy will get love. When it suits me."
 
"But you always say that, master. But you haven't played with pussy in the longest time."
 
"And how does that make you feel, slave?"
 
"Horny, master!"
 
"Exactly. And see the way you're instinctively wagging your cute little butt and pussy around just thinking about having my cock inside you?"
 
"Ooo…yes, master…"
 
"That's why it's important for you be denied today. Think about how much better it will feel tomorrow."
 
"But master! I'm dripping wet right now. Look!"
 
"I know. I can see that, slave. I'm going to make you clean that up after too. After you're finished pleasuring my cock, of course."
 
"But please master…can't I come today? I've been so good. I promise I'll always make you come when you want. I just need one every now and again.
 
"And you'll get one. But you're not ready yet. You had one just last week."
 
"No I didn't. That was two weeks ago!"
 
"Don't argue with me, slave. You get your master's cock in your mouth right now, or there'll be no orgasms at all for a month!"
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Mmm…yes…good girl…now listen. I know you're horny, but there's a particular look I need to see in your eyes first. You see I know you don't much care for my sexist theories, but I don't much care for any of your lip—save for the lips around my cock. Those are the only lips I want to feel today. Well, hmmm…okay. Perhaps there is another set of lips I'd like to feel. The one's dripping juice onto the floor.
 
"Mmm, yef, pweave, mafper…"
 
"Look into my eyes while you suck me, slave. Good girl. Now I want to see…do you truly understand what it means to be my slave?"
 
"Mmm-hmm!"
 
"I don't think that you do. You see you're still thinking about that pussy below as something you want to have attention. I want you to think of that pussy down there as something that is mine. Do you understand what I'm saying, slave?"
 
"Yef, maf—"
 
"Stop talking and keep sucking. God, it's like you're not listening at all. That pussy, and this mouth. These aren't extensions of you. They are extensions of me. So when I say put your mouth on my cock and suck it, whose mouth is it?"
 
"Yours, sir."
 
"Mine, yes. Well, don't stop! Get back on there!"
 
"Yef, mafper."
 
"Mmm…okay…now…when I say your pussy doesn't get any action today. Whose pussy is it that I'm denying."
 
"Yourv, fir."
 
"Mine. Exactly. You don't think that when you don't get to come that I don't feel it as acutely as you do? I know my pussy needs attention. I can see it dripping there on the floor."
 
"So then why would you do that to yourself?"
 
"What?"
 
"Why would you deny your pussy, master? Can't you see how eager it is to get off?"
 
"Of course I can, slave."
 
"Can't you see how good your pussy will feel if you let it ride your cock just a little?"
 
"Hmm…that would feel pretty good…"
 
"Don't you think it would be nice to rub them together just long enough for them to come together?"
 
"I would like that, slave. But I'm also enjoying this mouth of yours that you seem to think is for talking."
 
"Maybe this mouth is for kissing, master. You could feel your cock and your pussy together while you feel your two sets of lips kissing."
 
"Hmm…you're being a real smart mouth today, slave."
 
"My mouth is the organ I think with after all."
 
"I should smack you for your insolent back-talk."
 
"Wouldn't that just be smacking yourself?"
 
"Hmm…I suppose it would. All right, that's enough, smart-mouth. Get up here."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"I want to feel that wet pussy slide down on my cock."
 
"Yes, master"
 
"Ease onto it.
 
"Like this, master?"
 
"Mmm, yes, that's it? How do my hands feel guiding you like this?"
 
"Good, master."
 
"Mmm, your smart mouth was right. I do like you like this. Especially with your naked nipples right here where I can squeeze and pinch them."
 
"Ouch!"
 
"Shh…you love it."
 
"I do, master."
 
"Put those pretty little lips on mine. Mmm…"
 
"Mmm…ooo…mmm…this feels so good, master."
 
"It does, doesn't it?"
 
"Thank you…thank you…"
 
"Don't thank me yet, slave. I didn't say you were allowed to come yet."
 
"I don't want to come yet, master."
 
"You don't?"
 
"No. Because you want your cock and pussy to come together, right?"
 
"That's right, but…hey, wait a minute! That was your idea! Just who's in charge here, anyway."
 
"Can we both be? Just a little? I mean, I know I'm your slave, and I know I'm handcuffed, but…you said I think with my mouth, so while we're both up here, mouth-to-mouth, I have kind of an advantage, don't I?"
 
"Hmm…You certainly know how to twist my words with that smart mouth of yours."
 
"But your cock is still in charge down below."
 
"Mmm…yes…you bet it is, you hot little minx."
 
"My pussy is nothing but an extension of your cock. We're totally in tune, you know, master? Your cock and my pussy. My pussy knows she's not allowed to come until she feels you squirt up inside her. She knows that's the signal. Wha…why are you smiling like that, master?"
 
"Because you and your smart mouth…and your tight wet little pussy are going to make me come."
 
"Oh…god…I love making you come, master!"
 
"And I want you to come with me, slave. I'm going to…oh god…"
 
"Oh, master, I can feel your cum shooting up into me and…oh….oh…oh god….oh master thank you. Master it feels so…fucking…good!"
 
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you sexy little bitch?"
 
"I love it. I love making you come. It's what I live for."
 
I know, slave. It's what I keep you around for."
 
"Hey!"
 
"Relax, slave. You know I'm mostly kidding."
 
"I know, master."
 
"Mostly. Anyway…are you satisfied, slave?"
 
"Yes, master. So satisfied!"
 
"Good, I'm glad. Now clean up that mess you left on the floor."
 
"You were…you were serious about that?"
 
"What do you think, slave?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"Smart girl."
 
"But…I'm still in handcuffs."
 
"I know."
 
"But…how? What do I clean it up with?"
 
"Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours?"
 
"You can't be serious."
 
"I'm always serious, slave. Except when I'm not. Which I guess is a lot, but…shut-up! And clean up that mess, slave!"
 
"But…"
 
"Clean it up, and tomorrow we'll try fucking again like we did today."
 
"Mmm…okay! I mean…yes master!"

"I bet I can make you squirm in fear by uttering just two words," she says.
 
I pant into my ball-gag, already apprehensive. Already fearful of what she has planned. I know just by one look at the mischievous grin on her lips—and by the excited gleam in her eyes—that she's about to do something very cruel to me. Wonderfully cruel.
 
I'm in Her dungeon. It's not really an actually dungeon per se, but the unfurnished part of our basement. We've been living together here now for a few months now. Gradually, she's been turning me into her prisoner. I've been spending more and more time down here in Her dungeon. Sometimes she leaves me here all day. Or all night. Both if she thinks I deserve it. I imagine I usually do.
 
My hands are shackled above my head to metal bolts in the stone wall. My feet are shackled about two feet apart so I can't close my legs fully—giving her unfettered access to my cock and balls.
 
My cock is locked away for the moment in a metal studded cage which digs into me if I get too excited. And I'm always getting excited.
 
"Two words," she repeats, beating a riding crop against my naked pectoral muscles.
 
I look at my tormentrix. She's clad in a skimpy, black vinyl bikini, which barely contains her perky tits. They threaten to escape from her bikini top, and I can see by the outlines of her nipples that she's already getting excited.
 
I'm getting excited too. I'm both dreading whatever she's planning, but in almost painful anticipation of it too. I've been left alone like this all day, and I'm horny as hell now. I want this cage off my cock so I can give it to my mistress. If she'll let me.
 
She leans in close, her mouth nearly level with my ear. She's shorter than me normally, but with my legs apart, and the height added by her four-inch-heel fuck-me-boots, she's taller.
 
She is my Goddess. I am her knave. And I want to serve her however she so desires.
 
"Would you like to know what those two words are?" she asks.
 
I don't answer. The ball-gag prevents a verbal response.
 
She whips me on the chest once as a warning.
 
"Answer me, slave!"
 
"Mmm-hmm," I say nodding.
 
She leans in.
 
Ever-so-close.
 
She whispers.
 
"Ball torture."
 
"Mmf," I whimper.
 
She giggles and grabs my balls in one hand and gives them a hard pinch.
 
"Urgh!" I howl.
 
She just laughs, looking drunk with power.
 
She squeezes again.
 
"Argh!" I growl.
 
I tense every muscle in my body and strain against the chains which lock me to the wall.
 
"Ooo, calm down, slave. There's nothing you can do. You have to take the pain."
 
"I mo," I say, muffled through the gag.
 
"You love it," she says with a slight smile and an accusatory tone.
 
She knows I do.
 
"God knows why," she adds. "I know why I love it. It's the priceless pathetic look on your face when I pinch these oh-so-delicate parts of you. These pretty, delicate little things. They just hang here for me to play with. I bet you'd like it if I played with the other toy between your legs."
 
"Mmm-hmm," I say.
 
"Too bad. I want to torture you balls today. I want to torture them until you think you can't take any more. Then you will take more. Lots, lots more."
 
"Mmm," I whimper.
 
She lets go of me, then struts around in her skimpy vinyl outfit.
 
Do you like my outfit?"
 
"Yef."
 
"Does it excite you?"
 
"Yef, miftweff."
 
She draws one foot back and then sharply kicks me right in the testicles.
 
My whole world screams in pain.
 
I let out a pathetic cry.
 
"Try not to talk," she says. "You just sound stupid when you do."
 
"Ye—" I begin but stop myself when her eyes stare daggers at me.
 
Fiew! Looks like I stopped myself just in time--
 
Wham! Another sharp kick from her pointy-toed fuck-me-boots.
 
Obviously I was wrong; I wasn't quick enough.
 
"I warned you, slave."
 
I just nod. She did warn me, after all.
 
"Do you like my boots?" she asks.
 
I nod.
 
"Me too. I like the way my legs look in them. I also like the sound you make when I do this!"
 
She kicks my balls again. Hard.
 
"Owhahow!" I holler.
 
She giggles giddily.
 
She goes to her drawer of torturous instruments.
 
I tremble as she digs around.
 
What is she planning on using on me this time?
 
She comes back with a couple of large clothes pegs.
 
What's she planning on doing with those—oh god…
 
I whimper and squirm as she comes back towards me with the pegs. She's used those pegs on me before. They don't feel good anywhere—and the more sensitive the part, the worse it is. And she said 'ball torture'…
 
"Calm down, love," she says. "There's less chance of me accidentally rupturing one of your boys if you don't squirm.
 
I try to be brave and hold still.
 
I'm so terrified I worry I might lose control of my bowels.
 
I can barely look.
 
I feel the first pinch on my scrotum, and instinctively jolt away and cry out in pain.
 
Only I can't jolt out of the way. All I can do is feel it clamp down on my sensitive little bag. Then she puts another one on me.
 
I let out a cry through my gag.
 
She doesn't waver. Instead she just slaps my face.
 
"Shut-up," she spits. "Stop being such a pussy. Take your abuse like a man."
 
Being a man is the problem, I'm thinking to myself. If I were a woman at least I wouldn't have a ball-sack for her to torture. Of course, knowing my mistress, she'd probably just find a way to give me one…
 
She closes a third and a forth peg on me down there.
 
Now, conversely, I do need to look, perhaps out of disbelief, or a worry that maybe she's broken them already. But I know that she hasn't. Because even through all the pain and discomfort, I know nothing is pinching either of my balls. She's just stretching out the scrotum, while pinching it with the pegs.
 
I can see what she's done now. My balls are looking exposed in the area of the stretched-taut scrotum. There's nowhere left for them to hide.
 
She looks at me with cruel delight in her eyes.
 
I tremble.
 
I hold my breath as she takes each ball in either hand, between her thumb and index.
 
Then she pinches hard.
 
I scream—literally like a girl—I just squeal like a girl. Wishing I was a girl. Wishing I could somehow wish my balls away. Wishing I could just pass out on command, and wondering if I was about to throw up into my ball-gag. If I did, I would choke. I could even drown, and mistress would have to revive me. And then, assuming I lived, mistress would make me regret it!
 
She lets go, laughing at my plight.
 
I catch my breath, panting in and out.
 
"Think you can take one of each of these on your little testes?"
 
She holds up two last clothes pegs. The ones already on me pinch like a pain most men only have nightmares about. But at least it's not my balls being pinched. That would be hell. That would worse than death.
 
I vigorously shake my head. I'm gagged, but I would safeword if I could. Mistress has to know that's too far. No man can take that. His balls would collapse!
 
She bites her lips and laughs, inching the open pegs over my exposed, helpless testicles.
 
"Mo!" I shout, "Miftweff, pweave! Pweave! Bom'p!"
 
She bites her lip again and giggles.
 
"Just a few seconds," she says.
 
I feel the clamps close down on my nuts.
 
It's like being crushed by a heavy building.
 
I try to be brave. I try to take it. But the pain is too great, and I'm terrified she'll break them.
 
I hear a crack, and pain shoots through my body.
 
One of them has collapsed!
 
I don't even know which one. My balls hurt too much right now. Maybe even both.
 
I scream and scream.
 
She lifts the pegs off me and drops them to the ground.
 
"Hey," she says.
 
I continue whimpering and blubbering loudly so she slaps me cross the face again.
 
I stop and catch my breath.
 
I look down at my reddened balls. Both of them still appear to be there, bulging out of my scrotum.
 
"What the hell are you screaming for? I didn't actually close them, stupid! I may be a cruel mistress, but I'm not crazy!"
 
"Fowwy, Miftweff," I say.
 
She takes the other pegs off my balls, one by agonizing one. Each time, sensation returns to a new part of my scrotum, and I'm all-too-aware of how bad everything down there hurts.
 
"Better?"
 
"Mmm-hmm," she says.
 
The she kicks me again.
 
"Ugh…" I moan, feeling all the air leave my lungs.
 
"How about now?"
 
I can't respond.
 
She kicks me a few more times while I writhe in pain, unable to curl up and unable to cover my balls. My world is hell, and she is Lucifer.
 
I cringe as she steps in toward me.
 
But instead of more torture, she takes my gag out.
 
"So…" she says, "the real question is, can you utter two words to make me stop?"
 
Can I? I have no power at all to make her stop. That's what's so terrifying about the situation.
 
The pain in my balls is so intense it's almost all I can think about. Almost. But then I look at her voluptuous figure in the skimpy, playful, vinyl bikini, and the thigh-high ball-kicking boots.
 
"You've only got one chance at this, so you better get it right. Otherwise…" she looks at the pegs on the floor. "That was just a taste. Things will get a lot worse for you."
 
I tremble, straining against my chains as I look at my beautiful tormentrix.
 
"Two words, slave. Two words to make me stop. Two words to save your balls."
 
"Marry me," I say.
 
She smiles, blushing, and bites her lip.
 
"Why slave," she says, putting a hand to her chest, almost like her breath has been taken away. "I do believe that's a correct answer…wow…"
 
"I love you," I say, realizing it's the easiest thing to say in the world.
 
"Hmm," she says. "Well I love you too, but…this isn't what I was expecting. It's a surprise. A nice surprise. Hmm…I think that warrants an orgasm, don't you?"
 
"Really mistress?"
 
"Uh-huh," she says with an eager grin.
 
She reaches down for my cock cage and…
 
No, instead she grabs my balls.
 
She's going to hurt me more!
 
I tense up.
 
"Shh…" she says. "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you…" she stops for a moment, thinking, "…more than I already have. At least not any more than I need to."
 
She reaches her other hand down to free my…
 
No, wait…she's slipping them into her own panties!
 
"Mmm," she purrs.
 
She squeezes my balls.
 
I whimper and she giggles.
 
"Shh," she says. "Be good for me. I just want to feel them while I come."
 
"Yes, mistress," I say.
 
I watch her pretty face while she continues to squeeze my balls, causing me a little discomfort. But true to her word, not more than I can handle.
 
She closes her eyes, savoring her position as she continues to please herself. She's in her own little world of ecstasy and I feel honored just to be this close to it.
 
"You're so beautiful mistress," I say, unable to keep that to myself.
 
"Mmm," she says, her lips curving into a smile.
 
She opens her eyes to look at me.
 
"So are you, stud," she says. "Mmm, oh god…oh…oh yes…fuck…"
 
She's coming. I can tell because when she comes, she has a tendency to clench her hands. And where her hand is…
 
"Ungh…mistress, please! You're going to break them."
 
"Shh…" she says. "Shut up. Shut and let me come, you sexy thing."
 
"Yes, mistress," I moan.
 
I bite my tongue—literally—to prevent from crying out while her vice-like grip on my testes floods my whole body with pain.
 
Finally, apparently satisfied, she lets go, and I can breathe again.
 
"You've made me very happy today, slave."
 
"I'm glad," I say.
 
"Mmm…I might even let you give me another orgasm later. Maybe several. For now I think I have a wedding to plan."
 
She struts away upstairs, and I watch her leave.
 
What have I got myself into now? I wonder to myself.
 
But then I look at her with her sultry walk, and her irresistible curves, and I know this woman—this perfect specimen of femininity—could get me to agree to just about anything. And I wouldn't have it any other way…

“I got you a gift, slave” he says in his low, gravelly voice.
 
“Mmm?” is all I can say through my ball-gag.
 
He has me on my knees, on my cushion, in my closet. I’ve been waiting here patiently with my hands handcuffed behind me for nearly an hour.
 
The chastity belt he makes me wear is tight and reminds me I'm His, only to be let out when he wants to play.
 
Even when he wants to play, sometimes he leaves it on. He says it keeps me humble. He usually wants me to be sexually generous with my mouth. If I’m a little too generous, he comes and I swallow it all like a good girl. I like being generous with him, but I haven’t come in such a long time that I think I might go crazy soon. My pussy needs love too!
 
He shows me what he’s holding. It’s lingerie I think—black with white frilly lace.
 
“Stand up, salve,” he says. “Let’s get this on you.”
 
I do as I’m told, and he ties the lacey bra around my breasts. Then I step into the panties, and he pulls up what turns out not to be panties, but a little skirt.
 
Now that he’s fully dressed me, such as he has, I see that it’s a skimpy, see-through French-maid bikini-style lingerie set.
 
“Mmm, you look so good,” he says, standing behind me in front of the mirror, putting his arm around my neck to show who’s in control. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my ass.
 
“It’s something you can wear when you do the housework. It’s the only thing you’ll wear when you’re doing housework. Aside for your chastity belt of course. Do you understand?
 
“Mmm-hmm,” I say.
 
“Good girl. Now get on the bed.”
 
I do as I’m told and climb onto the bed.
 
“Are you ready for your other present?” he asks.
 
Is he going to let me come today? I wonder giddily.
 
“Mmm-hmm,” I purr, already getting excited on the bed. I can feel my juices stirring and I want him to take the belt off me.
 
He goes to the dresser and takes out another device. I recognize it. It something I’ve always wanted master to use on me—it’s a magic wand! A vibrating magic wand!
 
“Do you know what this is?”
 
“Mmm-hmm…” I purr.
 
“Do you want me to use it on you?”
 
“Mmm-hmm!”
 
“Have you been a good girl this week?”
 
“Mmm-hmm!”
 
“Well…all right then. It is your birthday after all. So I tell you what. I’ll take that off and then I’ll give you thirty seconds with the wand. You may come as any times as you want in that time. My gift to you.
 
Thirty whole seconds to come! Master is being so nice to me today!
 
I nod enthusiastically and He takes the key from around his neck, unlocks my belt, and pulls it down past the skirt.
 
He places the end of the wand against my clit and turns it on.
 
My body fills with an ecstasy unlike anything I’ve felt before! Well…almost anything…I still long for Master’s cock. When I’m a really, really good girl, I get his cock. I love when he lets me feel his cock down there. But usually, he finishes in my mouth and I stay locked up.
 
He counts down from thirty. At twenty-five, I think I’m close to coming, but then by twenty, I think it might take longer this time. I don’t know why, because I’m so desperate to come! By fifteen, I’m trying desperately to get there, grinding my crotch against the wand as he holds it to me. By ten, I’m in tears, because it feels so good! By five I'm about to get there…I’m so close…I’m about to…
 
“Zero,” he says, and takes the wand away. And I want cry because I’m so close!
 
I look up at him helplessly, pleading with my eyes.
 
Please, Master! Please let me come!
 
“That’s all you get,” he says.
 
“Yef, maf-fer,” I say, looking away, dejected.
 
“I’ve got another gift for you though.”
 
“Mmm?” I say, feeling a glimmer of hope.
 
He unzips his pants, and pulls out his huge cock. It’s so hard and swollen right now, and already leaking pre-cum. He must be just as excited as I am right now!
 
“I’ve got another gift for you…in my balls. Your tummy looks so soft, flat and sexy in that outfit right now. It’s practically begging for me to put a baby in it. So let’s get you pregnant, shall we?”
 
This is something we haven’t really talked about since we made this arrangement, but now that his big cock is right there, ready to go, it’s all I can think about.
 
And anyway, it’s not like he’s asking!
 
Before I can even muffle a protest or consent, he’s in me, sliding in easily, even though it’s so big and even though it hurts a little. He’s made me so wet I think he could probably have gotten a whole fist in there!
 
“Mmm…” he says, pumping himself hard into my pussy.
 
My pussy reawakens like never before. His cock is rubbing me in all the right spots. My G-spot springs too life, and I’m back into the sexual stupor he’d had me in with the wand. No…it’s even be better!
 
I look him in his eyes as He plunges into me like this. I know He wants to hurt me. I want Him to too.
 
He slaps me across the face. I feel the sting and my whole face feels hot. I look back at Him submissively, practically begging for another.
 
I take another slap. It knocks my head to the side. I look back submissively. I maintain eye contact. This is how I show Him I’m His.
 
He smiles, then puts his hand around my throat. He firmly chokes off my oxygen, to show he’s in control.
 
It drives me wild!
 
He continues pumping his cock into me and it’s hitting me in all the right spots. My clit, my G-spot…I feel good all over, save the cuffs, which dig into my wrists, and my face, which feels hot.
 
Then I feel the hot surge of his seed, spurting up into me.
 
It’s all too much for me. I come convulsively, screaming and drooling into my gag.
 
“You’re coming now are, you?”
 
“Yef, maf-fer,” I say, lost in a world of bliss.
 
Master is making me come, He’s making me pregnant, and it’s wonderful!
 
“I didn’t give you permission.”
 
“I mow,” I say.
 
He slaps me again.
 
I look back.
 
Yes, hit me, Master. Hit me as much as you want.
 
He instead caresses my face. It is sweet, and I close my eyes, purring at him like a cat.
 
“Well, I guess I can let that slide this time. But I’m locking you up for another month as punishment.
 
“Yef, Maf-fer!” I say.
 
Worth it! I think to myself.
 
Then Master helps me up and I go to the toilet. When I’ve had a good pee, he locks me back up, and then leads me back to the closet.
 
“I’ll be back to punish you a little more later. Then I might play with you if you’re good.”
 
“Yef, Maf-fer,” I say.
 
And I can’t wait. But in the meantime, my mind is racing through all the possibilities of what this means. Master thinks I’m good enough to carry his child? It’s such a wonderful feeling I want to cry.
 
“Oh and slave?”
 
“Yef, Maf-fer?”
 
“Happy birthday, sweetheart!”
 
“Fank you, Maf-fer!”
 
Then he leaves me to my own devices.
 
This is where I belong, I think to myself. It is such a wonderful feeling to be owned.

I wait in the darkness for my Mistress. How long has it been since last she summoned me?
 
Too long.
 
We have a simple arrangement. She calls me, and I come running. This is the only way I am ever permitted so much as an erection, let alone an orgasm.
 
She has the key to my chastity device, you see.
 
I have a different key. I let myself into the old castle and descend the spiral staircase into the darkness of the undercroft. I disrobe, down to nothing but my collar and the chastity cage she has me wear. Then I lock my hands behind me with the cold, steel handcuffs.
 
Then I kneel and wait.
 
Every moment leading up to this is agony. Every moment of my life spent aching for release—a release that only comes at the beck and call of my dark Mistress.
 
I cannot remember why I ever agreed to this.
 
Until I see my Mistress, descending the dark spiraling staircase.
 
Then I remember.
 
Sometimes she is in a black leather bustier or corset. Sometimes a skimpy black bikini. Sometimes she wears nothing but black gloves and thigh-high boots. Sometimes she wears nothing at all.
 
Whatever she wears—or doesn’t wear—it has the same effect. I fill with desire, and my manhood rages against the cage she’s put it in.
 
I see her slender form descend to me in the gloom, down the spiralling staircase, illuminated by only the candelabra she carries. She looks like an angel descending to me in my hell. Or perhaps like a demoness, come to torment me.
 
Tonight she wears a long flowing black dress, down to her toes that nonetheless shows off her bare, curvaceous, slender midriff. How I ache to kiss that soft, white belly, which so desperately needs life growing in it. Perhaps one day Mistress will see me as fit to breed with her. Perhaps she never will.
 
My cock rages against its cage. The rest of me rages too as I pull against the shackles that bind my hands. How I long simply to be free of these metal restraints and take her!
 
She strides toward me and stops to look down at me as I kneel, naked, on my knees.
 
She circles around me, examining my restraint in the gloom. She surveys my naked form. I can see in the way her eyes dance in the gloom that I please her.
 
I am strong. I could take her, were I not so chained. I want to. But I can see in her eyes she is too wise to ever let me. She decides how I will be bound. She decides if the cage comes off today. I hope it does.
 
“You may stand, slave,” she says, in her sweet sultry voice.
 
I do as commanded, and she tests my handcuffs.
 
Only when she is certain my hands are locked away does she produce the key from around her neck to unlock my aching manhood.
 
She kneels, and with a look of cruel delight on her face, she grips my exposed testes.
 
My whole body tenses in anticipation.
 
She smiles wickedly.
 
She knows it is my most delicate part. She knows how to cause me tremendous pain. With no effort.
 
“Should I let you out tonight, love?”
 
“Yes,” I say.
 
She squeezes.
 
Even though it not a hard squeeze, my whole body tenses and I feel sick. It is like a vice slowly crushing me.
 
“Ungh,” I gasp.
 
“Yes, what?”
 
“Yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress!”
 
She lets go and I can breathe again, though my groin still aches dully.
 
“Very well, slave. It had been a long time, hasn’t it?”
 
“Yes, Mistress.”
 
With agonizing slowness, she removes the cage.
 
My cock hardens in seconds, almost pushing into her face.
 
She looks up at me with a look that tells me all at once she has all the power.
 
All the power to please me.
 
Or to deny me.
 
Or to hurt me.
 
She smiles up at me, biting her lip.
 
Her hands reach again for my delicate testicles.
 
Her smile is wicked. She is going to hurt me, I know it.
 
I want her to. It hurts so much, but I like it. It excites me.
 
It excites her too. That’s the best part.
 
My pain pleases her so I take it willingly.
 
She squeezes and I writhe in pain.
 
“Shh,” she says. “Don't make a sound. If you do…”
 
She squeezes harder.
 
I gasp. The pain is staggering, but I push it out through my breath and I don’t make a sound.
 
She smiles and bites her lip.
 
“Good boy,” she says. “If you’re good and you don’t make a sound…”
 
She takes my cock into her mouth, and finally, for a few brief moments, I am in heaven.
 
This is wondrous, I think. This never happens. Mistress only ever sucks my cock when she is truly happy with me. Or when she has something else planned, something delightfully cruel…
 
She sucks me sensually, while gazing lovingly into my eyes. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve the affection of such a beautiful creature.
 
The more sensually she sucks my cock, the harder she squeezes my balls. I ache all over, and every muscle in my body tenses, but it is still the best I have felt in a long time. Perhaps ever.
 
“Don’t come,” she warns. “You know what will happen if you do.”
 
I am already close, but I dare not speak lest I unleash her wrath. My hope is my rapid nostril breaths will give me away. Another few seconds and I will be unable to prevent ejaculating into her irresistible, luscious mouth.
 
“Are you close, my love?” she asks between sucks.
 
I breathe heavily, thrashing against my handcuffs.
 
“You may speak.”
 
“Yes, so close, mistress.”
 
“Should I stop?”
 
“Yes!”
 
I don’t want her to stop, but I will come if she doesn’t.
 
She keeps going. It is heaven. She stops squeezing and uses both hands to stroke my shaft.
 
“Please, Mistress! You’re going to make me come!”
 
She giggles and stops.
 
I catch my breath, amazed that I didn’t ejaculate onto her beautiful face. Amazed, and thanking the gods.
 
She stands and caresses my face.
 
“How will you entertain me then, love?”
 
“With my mouth,” I say.
 
She smiles and bites her lip. This pleases her.
 
“Get on your knees slave,” she whispers.
 
I do as I'm told.
 
She lifts her skirt, and lets me underneath.
 
I have to lean back, using my shackled hands as support.
 
The smell of her pussy is so potent. So sweet. I taste it first with my tongue. She is dripping wet and that excites me.
 
I lick at the nub of her clit and she gasps in delight. I make circles with my tongue all through the night. She pulls my hair as she rides my face, and I can feel the muscles around her pussy tense as she has a powerful orgasm.
 
She looks down at me, satisfied.
 
“Good boy,” she says. “Such a good boy.”
 
I smile up at her, panting.
 
“Would you like to come tonight?” she asks.
 
“Yes, Mistress, please may I come tonight?”
 
“Well, since you’ve been such a god boy. Lie back on the floor.”
 
I lie on the floor of the dungeon. She lifts the skirt and straddles me, descending onto my cock. The cock that yearns and aches for my Mistress’s warm, welcoming pussy.
 
“Mistress,” I gasp, “you should put a condom on me now. I’m so close. I won’t be able to stop”
 
“Shh,” she hushes. “It’s okay. I want you to,” she says, tracing her fingers along the contours of my chest and stomach muscles. “I love every inch of this hard handsome body I own. I think it’s time to start making babies with it. If you have a problem with that, just don’t come.”
 
She reaches behind and grasps my helpless testes, not too roughly, just enough to show she’s in complete control.
 
It excites me. She can tell and she laughs.
 
It is all too much for me.
 
“I love every inch of your body too, Mistress!” I shout.
 
To my humiliation, I surrender to the intense, overwhelming feeling of lust. I come immediately, and my whole body spasms. I thrash against the chains that lock my hands beneath me. She has taken my semen from me in seconds and there is nothing I could have done to stop her.
 
She looks ecstatic as I spurt deeply into her, again and again. She moans, and it is apparent that she may be having an orgasm of her own too. Yes—she is. I can feel her Kegel muscles spasming against my cock, making my own orgasm all the more intense. She rides and grinds until she is satisfied, and the last drop of me is spent.
 
“Good boy,” she says.
 
She climbs off of me.
 
She picks up the cage and moves to put it back on.
 
“Wait,” I say. “If you really feel this way, can’t we just…”
 
She deftly grabs my testes and begins to squeeze.
 
“Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way tonight, love?”
 
“The easy way! The easy way, Mistress!”
 
She locks me back up.
 
“But why, Mistress?” I ask.
 
“Because these,” she says, lightly squeezing my testes, “are mine and mine alone.”
 
“Yes mistress.” I say, resigned.
 
But she smiles at me. She knows from one look in my eyes that I like being hers. Only hers. And if this is the only way I get to be hers, so be it. I live to please her.
 
When my cock is securely locked away, she tosses the key to the handcuffs at my pants heaped on the floor.
 
“You can let yourself out, can’t you, love?”
 
“Yes, Mistress.”
 
I don’t unlock myself just yet. Instead I savor the view of her ascending the spiraling staircase in the revealing black dress. Such a gorgeous sight to watch her come—or to watch her go…
 
Then I unlock my hands, get dressed and go. Already, my cock is straining against the cage. Already I am wondering when she will invite me back.
 
I want it to be now!
 
I hope it will be soon.