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Femdom weekend

You left me there in the corner of the living room, kneeling in just my black boxershorts and black tshirt and my collar. After a few minutes of silence I hear the sound of your high heels coming in my direction. You tell me to stand up and to strip naked. I comply with your order. You then order me to turn around, facing you. You smile, looking at my erection you whisper to my ear „look at you, naughty boy, you are excited to see me…“. Without leaving me the time to reply, you grab me by my erection and you pull me to the adjacent room: the prison cell. In the dim light I can see a large cage, a bench and a chair with a hole in its seat. The prison feels and smells humid. You pull me towards the bench and order me to sit in the center, raising my arms. You then proceed to fasten my left hand and then the right one to a chain running parallel to the bench. As I already feel helpless, with my hands tied, you then grab my right foot, ask me to spread my leg as wide as possible and then proceed to fasten my foot with a cord to the same chain on which my hands are tied. You then follow the same procedure with my other foot and leg. As I feel even more helpless, with my hands and legs spread wide apart, you then look satisfied at me. A grin on your face.

„Something is still missing“, you whisper as you pick from a shelf a collar with an H shaped iron belt in the front. I wonder in panic what would that be used for… as you place the iron H between my chin and neck: „this way you’ll be forced to keep you head always facing up, unless you want to hurt your neck or chin with the iron tips!“, you whisper to my ears.

Happy about the result you then grab the chair and sit right in front of me, looking straight into my eyes with an evil grin. „What are we doing with you now?“, you ask me without expecting any answer from my side. „Look at your erection, it hasn’t faded a bit! Maybe I should blindfold you and let anyone come in and use you as they deem fit. You wouldn’t even know who’ll be using you. Would you like that?“. Not caring about an answer from me, you end your sentence with „Let’s give you some time to think. I’ll be right back. Maybe.“, as you leave the prison cell living me helpless in such an uncomfortable position.

After a while, which I am not able to quantify but I believe it was at least the longest 15 minutes of my life, I hear the crack of the heavy door opening and the sound of your high heels. „Look at you, you are still hard. I’m sure you are loving this“, you whisper while you grab me by the balls and start tying them up with a cord. As you are finished tying my balls you start pulling on it while stroking my shaft with your other hand. „Don’t you dare to cum, you slut“, you whisper to my ear. All I manage to reply is a muffled „yes Mistress“. As I start moaning you stop and slap my face. „You won’t come, not today!“ you scream to me. You tease me by pulling my balls and stroking my shaft at least another dozen times, mixing it with bites to my earlobes, sucking my nose and spitting in my mouth.

As the pain in my arms and legs becomes unbearable, you untie me and ask me to kneel on the floor.

„I will now tie the cord attached to your balls to my right heel. You understand slave?“ You tell me without waiting for any reply from my side. „This way you’ll need to keep up with my pace as I walk, unless you want your balls to be cut off. I want to show how good you are to the other Mistresses“. In a few seconds I find myself crawling on the floor as fast as I can, hearing the laughter of the other Mistresses sitting comfortably on a sofa in the living room. I feel humiliated but happy. After a few rounds, I kneel happily near you, as you sit next to the other Mistresses and join them drinking a cup of tea, making sure from time to time that my erection is still there, pulling the cord tied around my balls.

… to be continued

written by Catena (a male sub)

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