 |
|||
|
|
By Wednesday morning things are starting to feel routine, in a good way, and I'm really enjoying having Michael here. However, I figured this would only go for a week, at the most, but now I'm not sure if I'm going to like seeing it end. Does it have to? He's only 18, his parents, what will they think or say? He's legally an adult, so he can do what he wants. Well, I'll just take it one day at a time.
Typically, I only see Michael once or twice during the day at work, and this is just in passing, we don't socialize at all. Today, as I was looking out my office window, I saw Michael get into Wendy's car at lunch and drive off. I immediately dismissed this as nothing, however, as I thought about it I became increasingly more angry. What I know about Wendy is that she's a slut, I wouldn't put it past her to try to fuck him on their lunch break. I even remember her expressing an interest in Michael. Did Michael read into my passion last night as a lose of my control over him? Wendy is a cute, twenty year old, I'm twice Michael's age. The pieces are all starting to fall together, it's time to put Michael back in his place.
I return from work to find Michael clothed and watching TV. I ask if he has tanned on the deck, he answers that he hasn't. I keep my cool, I don't want to lead on to the punishment that he'll be receiving tonight. These two things warrant punishment enough, but on top of the little incident with Wendy, he's going to be one sorry little sex toy when I'm done with him. I tell him to undress, which he does sluggishly as I fix dinner. I tell him I feel like doing something different tonight, that I want to skip the ball stretching routine. He likes this idea, little does he know. So after dinner we go into the bedroom where I string Michael up just as I did the first night we were together. Kneeling on the bed, wrists tied to the ceiling hook overhead, and a spreader bar stretching his thighs apart. I tell Michael that I have a new outfit and want to put it on in the bathroom to surprise him. A few minutes later I return in my new leather dominatrix outfit, complete with high heeled boots and riding crop. Michael looks a little concerned, not so much by the outfit, but because he has sensed a change in my mood. Initially he thought he was in for fun and games, but now he's not so sure. I tell him that all my sex toys have arrived, my outfit being one of them, and this bit gag that I'm strapping into his mouth is another. I then ask him if he remembers how, on the first night we were together, I would punish him if he misbehaves. He shakes his head no, but as I begin to tie a rope around his balls his memory is refreshed. The rope that I've now cinched his ball sack is tied to the front, left bedpost and the other end attaches to the right, rear post, a second rope also goes around his balls and is tied off to the opposite bedposts. Michael is now completely helpless, tied to the ceiling by his wrists, and to all four bedposts by his balls. I pick up my riding crop, and proceed to inform Michael that I saw him drive off with that slut Wendy. Knowing what this is leading to, Michael tries to desperately defend himself, or plead forgiveness through the gag, but Ill have none of it.
" Well Michael, since you can't remember how I told you I would punish you, let me remind you. Yes, I am going to crop your ass like I did Saturday, I'm also going to crop your balls, yes, just as they are, all tied up. They're such an easy target, too bad you won't be able to escape the crop, tied as you are."
Michael is really protesting through the gag now, as he desperately tries to get out of his horrible fate. I start off with 15 lashes to each cheek, but unlike Saturday, these are not light strokes. Each lash produces a scream, made worse because Michael can't move away from the crop at all, which would lessen the attack somewhat. By the time I'm done with his ass, it's bright red, and I inform him that this is just the preview. I also remind Michael that he was not naked when I got home, nor had he tanned like I asked him. As I speak to him I lightly tap his tightly cinched balls.
"So Michael, this is what happens to bad boys who don't listen and drive around with sluts, they get their balls spanked. Are you ready get your balls spanked? I think 10 is the right number, what do you think?"
I lower the crop about 3 or 4 inches below my target and give the crop a little flick. It doesn't strike his testicles very hard, but Michael lets out a yelp. I immediately follow up with a second lash which yields a similar reaction. As I'm doing this I remind Michael that I'm in control of him, that he has to ask my permission to do anything. That I have many ways to punish him. By the tenth lash he is putty in my hands once again. I let him recover in his restraints for a few minutes before I untie his balls. As I'm doing this I tell him his punishment is not over, what he just received was for taking off with Wendy, I still had to punish him for being clothed in the house and not tanning. For this I attach his metal ball stretcher, but with a surprise that will terrify Michael. I purchased the the ball crusher which attaches to the stretcher that he's presently wearing, as well as a penis plug. As I begin to attach the crusher, Michael seriously tries begging for mercy. Now with the crusher attached I explain to Michael that I just have to turn these two thumb screws to squeeze his balls. Now I turn my attention to his penis which is standing at the perfect angle to make inserting his penis plug easy. As he sees this he begins to squeal, but I grab hold of his cock and slowly begin to slide the plug in. Once it's all the way in a collar slides around the head of his penis to keep it from going in any further or coming out. Before beginning his torture I tease him by stroking his rigid cock and balls. Finally, to add a little humiliation I insert a freshly lubed butt plug.
"Michael sweetie, do you see how easy you are to dominate and control? Look at yourself, your not just tied naked to my bed, but I was easily able to plug your ass and cock, and now I'm about to crush your tender balls. You may want to think twice before stepping out of line."
I wait a minute or two, giving him time to contemplate what is happening, and what is about to happen.
"OK bad boy, it's time I start turning these screws, I can't wait to his those cute little balls being crushed."
I begin to turn and the bar begins to rise. They're being forced upward against the stretcher, but have nowhere to go. As the pressure increases, his balls begin to flatten against the stretcher. Michael squeals through the gag. I continue to turn the screws, and now his balls are beginning to flatten on the bottom. I give each screw two more turns and decide this is enough. I step back to take a look, yes Michael's balls are being crushed, he looks so delicious like this, plus it's torturing him. I'll leave him like this for ten minutes, that should be long enough for him to learn his lesson.
"Sweetie, you look better in the ball crusher than I thought. Let me get a few pictures, I'm sure Wendy will find this quite amusing. Almost done, let me get a shot from the back, Wendy will want to see how cute you look with a butt plug in your ass, plus I can get another view of your tortured testicles. Ouch, I bet that hurts."
"OK baby, just a few minutes more before I take you out of that thing. You don't mind if I sit here and watch do you? I might take a few more pictures too." I say, as he groans in protest.
I reluctantly do take the crusher/stretcher off only to tie him faced down, and spread eagled on the bed. I pull out his butt plug and replace it with my strap on. For the last part of his punishment I fuck him in the ass, and then have him lick me to an orgasm. Poor Michael never got to cum. However, I have one last cruel thing to bestow on Michael. Just before going to bed, with his penis limp, I slide a metal ring around the base of his cock and balls. Then to Michael's horror I slide his cock into a metal cage that attaches to the ring with a lock. His limp cock just fits, but he wouldn't be able get an erection in this devise, which is exactly the point.
"So Michael, since you can't seem to control yourself around Wendy, this little chastity cage will do it for you. Yes, I know it will be painful if you get an erection, but you need to learn self control, OK sweetie."
I also know that he wakes up with a hard on every morning, I can't wait to see what happens when the alarm clock goes off tomorrow.
|
|
|