“Hand me the gloves,” I said. I knew how great the feeling of gloves was, as I’ve played with them on before- I thought perhaps he would enjoy the sensation. I was not very good at giving hand jobs, but perhaps with the gloves and enough lube, it would do the trick.
I pulled one on, and then the other. They were black and relatively thin compared to the non-latex ones I am used to using at work. I squeezed a liberal amount of lube on my hands, and then more on his cock. I rubbed my gloved hands together, and then grabbed his cock- immediately sliding all the lube over his shaft. Watching his body jerk, he sighed into the sensation. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I talked to him about it, taking note of how it it felt on my hands. I could feel the weight and the ridges of his cock, but I could not feel skin. I could not feel the slide of the lube, or the warmth of his skin. It was just a cock. It could be anyones cock. Not the cock of my master. No, this could be anyone… and so could I.
I slathered the lube over his cock, down to his balls while I felt my fingers slide effortlessly. When his balls were also covered with lube, I took one in my hand. His eyes open and he looked down at me. He knew what I was thinking. He bit his lip and closed his eyes and my fingers gripped around it. Hard. Harder than I had ever done before. To the point that I usually stop, and then more. Until he winced in pain. I held my grip for long second, he held his breath. When I let go, he exhaled again. His cock was harder than it was before. I slid my hand over the other side and and repeated the action, this time speaking to him. ”You like that don’t you Master? You like it when your slut hurts you?”
His answer would be MY answer. We do not usually switch. I never TOP him, however there have been a few times when he will want that which gives him the catharsis that I get from pain. I held my grip until he closed his eyes again, “Yes Mistress.”
It was all the permission I needed.
I released his balls and grabbed his cock again. His shaft so hard and dripping onto his soft belly. I stroked him a few times and then squeezed his cock. He thrust into my fist while I grabbed his balls, one at a time, or both at the same time. Squeezing, pulling and then slapping. With each slap, he would hiss at me, or curse. ”You know how to stop me, Master.” I taunted at him, “but you like this. This is what Master wants. What he needs, right?”
“Yes Mistress” he answered again, “Yes.”
“That’s good Master, ” that’s very good. I slapped his balls, harder this time until he cursed, “Oh you fucking bitch.”
It sparked me like a match, his cock was bouncing on his stomach, now ignored by me as I was entertained by hurting him this way. Watching his responses. I pretended to ignore his insult and pulled my hands away, “Oh that’s ok Master- you aren’t going to come.”
I leaned over to kiss, biting his lip and pinching his nipple, “Don’t move. Do you hear me? And that cock had better stay hard.”
I moved off the bed before he had a chance to answer and walked to the other side of the room. I was looking in his toy bag when I came across some clamps we got at a play party. They were truly wicked. I walked back over to him and said, “Here this will keep you occupied.” I clamped one on him, and then the other- each one with him crying out and cursing. I leaned over his body and flicked his balls one last time, “Oh shut up- stop being such a baby.”
I continued looking through the toy bag, while he lie on the bed, wincing from the sharp clamps. I checked in on him when I felt it was taking too long to find what I was looking for and just as I was about to give up, I saw the shiny silver toy I was looking for along with a few other items I would use later. I sat back down on the bed just as he was starting to really wince about one of the clamps. Without warning, I pulled it off and listened to him howl.
“Ohhh, I’m sorry Daddy. Should I have warned you about that?”
He opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows at me. I however, was a bit too far gone to come back down. I rubbed his nipple roughly and said, “I wonder how it will feel down here on your balls.”
I pulled the other one off, without warning and sat between his leg, the silver plug in one hand and the evil stick that I also grabbed from the bag, “Open your legs for me, bitch.”
One at a time I put the clamps at the bottom of his ballsack. He winced in pain but that was nothing compared to the carbonite stick at the end of a small handle that I snapped against his inner thigh. He yelled out, “Oh FUCK!” but then exhaled heavily in to the stinging pain that it caused. I snapped him once more in the same area, and then twice on the other side. Each time my joy in his suffering continued. His cock was hard and dripping precum onto his stomach and he answered each sting with a proper, “Thank you Mistress.” I was drowning in Top space and drinking his reaction. His surrender. It was delicious.
When the clamps were finally removed, I told him to turn over and on all four like a good little slutboy. He turned over and I took some time to beat his ass with the cane he had beat me with just earlier that day. He moaned and melted into the pain, his groaning changing when he was close to having enough and I would change sides. I finally stopped, and told him to open his ass cheeks for me. He hesitated for just a moment until the crop came down on this thighs again. I took some lube and squirted it on his ass and then pushed the cold metal nJoy plug against him. He whispered, “oh god,” and I pushed it in. I didn’t go slow, and ignored him when he cried out in shock and a bit of pain. I jiggled the plug in his ass for a bit and asked him how it felt.
“It’s very nice Mistress,” he answered.
“Good, it’s staying in until I’m done with you. It’s heavy feeling isn’t it?”
I reached under his body and pulled his cock and his balls out so they were exposed to me between his legs. Then I went to work on him again. His balls fell victim to my contant flicking at them, squeezing them and slapping them. I stroked his cock hard while torturing his balls and threatening to take the evil stick to them. His cock was dripping all over the bed and he was trying to thrust into my gloved hands, but I would not allow it. ”No slut, this is about my pleasure, not yours.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Do you think I’m a bitch, you little slut? When I treat you this way? When I hurt your balls like this? Do you think I’m a bitch?”
“No Mistress.” he said muffled into the pillow.
I squeezed his balls hard in both hands, so hard that I took a sick pleasure in watching him squirm and hearing him groan, “Don’t you fucking lie to me. Don’t you ever lie to me. Tell me what you are thinking, slut!”
He turned his head sideways and the words spilled out between gritted teeth, “Yes, you are such a fucking bitch. You fucking little cunt bitch!”
I released his balls from my grip and then flicked at them once more, “Was THAT so hard? Turn over!” I commanded of him.
He turned over and I sat once more between his legs. Taking care to pinch his nipples, squeeze his balls and slap his cock with my gloved hands. I took more lube and poured it over my hands, the thin slick lube coated his cock and ball as I started to stroke him. His body melted and alternated between pleasure and pain as I jerked his cock and slapped his balls at the same time. Continually he would say the words to me, “Mistress, you are a fucking bitch.”
It turned me on- pushing him to call me names. Such a proper gentleman does not say such things but after a few times the dirty insults became just as exciting for him to say. I forced him to talk to me, “Tell me all the dirty things going on in your mind, slut, or I will beat your balls with the evil stick until they bleed.”
“Oh Mistress. Please. Please make me come. Fucking bitch, hurt me. Make me hurt for you. God I am going to fuck you up so bad. Fuck, please Mistress- please can I come. Please? Oh God.”
He was rambling like a drunk cheerleader on prom night. He wanted everything. He was his own hazy headspace and I owned every ounce of his pleasure. I made him wait until the urgency subsided and his poor hurt balls and cock had lessened their hope of release. ”Come for me now- before I change my mind.”
I used both hands and jerked his cock just a touch slower than what I knew would make him come. His cock was dripping with precum and he was thrusting into my hands, “Now bitch or I’m going to change my mind. Hurry the fuck up!” He struggled and cursed at me- the pressure becoming too much for him as I taunted him, “Oh maybe you can’t do it with that metal plug up your slut ass. Maybe you just don’t GET to come tonight!”
“Fuck no!” he pleaded with me, “Oh fuck oh fuck!!” his body fought him but he couldn’t orgasm, not with me in his head. I pulled my hands away and left him gasping for air and thrusting his cock into the air, “please…. mistress… please.”
I climbed on all fours, “Fuck my ass bitch- and you had better wait for me to come before you do.” He came up behind me, “And don’t you even think about hitting me or pulling my hair. You fuck my ass like a good little bitch and don’t come until I say so. Do you understand?”
He pushed his well lubed cock up to my ass and I pushed back on him, my tight hole fucking his cock. He immediately lay on me and started thrusting hard. I came very quickly, rubbing my clit between my legs. When I was done he crashed down on top of my body, thrusting and fucking as if he was going right through my body. All the while pleading with me, “Please Mistress. Can I come for you Mistress, please. Oh god please.”
Finally relenting, I said to him, “Try again bitch. Come for me now.”
He thrust hard into my ass, I could feel his legs shaking and he was building to the moment. I felt his body movement, the way he positioned his legs. He wanted to come so bad, my beautiful Master who was making such a a delicious bottom for my pleasure.
“Hurry up before I change my mind.”
“Oh God no, please.” He thrust harder, but the pressure was a mind fuck. It threw off his concentration.
“Come on bitch. I’m going to change my mind. I’m fucking done with you. You better come now.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned out, his thrusts so hard I could feel my ass stretching and tearing, “Oh fuckfuckfuck…”
I pushed my hand between my leg again, “You better fucking hurry because when I’m done coming- it’s over for you?…
“No Mistress please!”
“…I’m going to come all over my fingers and go to sleep…”
“Please don’t stop me!”
“…oh fuck yes. Fuck me harder! Come in my ass, right fucking now you bitch. Fill my ass!!”
“Oh God… god… fuck.. fuckfuck you fucking bitch.” he was thrusting hard and fast but to no avail.
He collapsed on me, defeated, just as I said, “That’s enough slut.”
He fell to my side, exhausted but still looking quite satisfied. I don’t know that his goal was to have an orgasm as much as he wanted the release. Even Master wants a time out sometimes and he trusts me to give him what he needs. The gloves came off and I dropped them to the floor and quietly I got off the bed and came back to clean him up. I took great pleasure in cleaning all the lube off of him. I removed the plug, cleaned it, and then dried his skin with a towel and some honey dust powder. He lay mostly quiet, watching me work, smiling and saying only, “Thank you Pet,” when I was done.
He pulled me into his arms and held me for long moments. He kissed me repeatedly while I stroked his hair and brought him back down to me. He relaxed in my arms and let his strength grow as my submission moved back into place. We didn’t speak, just kissed and cuddled and shifted back into our roles. It’s fun to play sometimes, but this is who we are. Where we both feel strong and secure.
Sometimes, I feel submissive, others Very dominating.
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