My New Mistress

I’d moved to a new area and hoped that there would be some bondage activities to be found. On the surface there didn’t seem to be much hope, it was a mid-sized, midwest city that seemed pretty conservative and low key. Time would soon show how deceptive that first impression was.

I’d come up with a few ways of advertising my bondage feelings without being too overt. I kept a handcuff key hanging on a small pair of handcuffs from my car mirror, and sometimes wore a cap that said, “Practice Safe Sex, Use Strong Rope.” When I wasn’t wearing the cap, I usually kept it on the seat of my car.

I was coming out of J.C. Penny’s one day and there was a woman standing near my car looking in. She was a little taller than usual and had long dark hair. She was wearing a dark blue blouse and dark denims. As I walked up, I got a impression of strength, she reminded me of a bodybuilder. She asked, “Interesting cap, where did you get it?”

I somewhat sheepishly replied, “I had it custom made, something like that’s hard to find.”

“Would you be interested in exploring the meanings of that motto” she demanded as she looked me in the eye.

About all I could do was nod and with that, she hopped in her truck and told me, “Follow me and don’t get lost.”

Without hesitation, I quickly started my car and took off after her. Her place wasn’t too far away, in one of the newer pseudo-castle looking apartment complexes that have cropped up around town. She parked, glanced at me to see if I was following and walked up to her place. Just before entering, still in public, she pulled a set of cuffs out of her bag and told me, “The only way you’re entering is cuffed, I can’t allow just anyone inside.”

Throwing discretion to the wind and my libido, I mumbled agreement and meekly held out my wrists.

“It’s not gonna be that easy, turn around and put your wrists behind your back.”

Thinking to hurry this up, before someone saw us, I complied quickly. She tightly clamped them on and then spent some time looking through her bag for the apartment keys. “I always have a hard time finding my keys,” she said with a slightly twisted grin.

Finally opening the outer door, we walked up two flights of stairs to her door, where she let me in. I noticed the decor was somewhat medieval with rich dark woods, exposed beams and somber tapestries on the walls. The lights were low and gave a slightly Dantesque tinge to the room. She put her purse on the table, reached behind a tapestry and grabbed a chain hanging from the ceiling.

“Turn around and face the door. I can either unlock the cuffs and let you go or you wear my chains starting now.”

Not giving it much rational thought, I held up my wrists and asked, “the chains please.”

With that, she jerked my wrists up, bending me over and hooked them to the chain.

“Don’t go away,” she added and walked off.

She returned shortly to stuff a gag into my mouth. The gag was a handful of nylons stuffed into another nylon buried deeply into my mouth with the ends wrapped tightly around my face. That was followed with a rubber blindfold over my eyes. I could hear her walk off again.

I could hear her moving around the apartment. She turned the on stereo and Beethoven, dark and moody, started playing. For the time being, she ignored me. Finally came over to me and unfastening my belt and shoes, started undressing me. First came the shoes and then my pants. Once my shorts were gone, I could feel the air on my cock and balls, which were rigidly at attention.

“Not too bad,” she commented, “the dick’s a little small, but at least the balls hang well.”

Uncuffing one wrist at a time, she soon had my shirt off and I was completely undressed in front of her. My next impression was the sharp bite of clamps on my nipples. My legs were roughly spread apart and cuffed to some kind of spreader bar completely exposing my cock and balls.

“Yes, they do hang well, I can’t wait to see what they can take.”

With that comment, she took off the blindfold and chuckled, “I want you to see what I’m going to do to you, I find that when a boy watches his cock and balls get abused, he appreciates it so much more.”

In the position I was in, bent over at the waist, about all I could look at was my cock and balls. I could see two plastic clothes pins clamped tightly on my nipples, the slight ache of which could only get worse. I could also see a small pile of nylon cord dropped near my feet. The Mistress, as I started to think of her, picked one end up and started to wind it slowly and tightly around my balls. She used a crisscross pattern to simultaneously squeeze my balls and separate them. Soon they were completely encased in rapidly darkening skin and I could feel the beginning of a dull and painful throb. Tying off the end, she picked up another length of cord and started wrapping my cock. She wrapped it from the base to just below the head, the pressure increasing as more blood was trapped. It turned dark and rigid, the veins protruding and the whole cock bouncing up and down to the rapidly increasing beat of my heart.

While wrapping, she idly mentioned, “Did you know that cattle are castrated by tying off their balls until they drop off?”

I could only groan in response and wonder if I’d gone in over my head. She kept wrapping, this time from the head down and when she got back to my balls, added them under the wrapping. Soon, they too were part of the package, still separate, but wrapped tightly to my cock. It felt like I was just at the edge of coming. Everything was concentrated on my cock and balls. One tightly wrapped package of overworked and highly sensitive nerve endings. About all I could do was look down at the pulsating package of bright white cord and purple skin. Even the bite of the clothespins was beginning to fade into the dull ache at my crotch.

I must have let my mind wander for awhile, because the next thing I noticed was my new Mistress naked on her back under me and far beyond my reach. Through my aches and agonies, I finally got a good look at her. She was indeed a bodybuilder, with clearly defined muscles on her torso and limbs. Her breasts were small with sharply defined nipples standing proudly out from her chest. Her skin was very light, with little hint of a tan, her hair was dark and flowed out around her head. Her eyes were closed and showed no makeup, her lips, tightly pursed, were painted with deep red lipstick. One hand was massaging her nipples and the other hand was controlling a large vibrating dildo buried deeply within herself.

“This is as close as you’ll ever get,” my Mistress hissed between closed teeth as she opened her dark brown eyes and stared at my face, “any relief you might get will on be on your own under my control.” With that, she started to writhe herself into a climax, as I hung above her, aching and straining.

Originally posted 2009-09-10 12:55:37. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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