I handed him a shoelace. “I want you to bind my balls tightly at the base.”
“Yes, Goddess,” my slave replied.
I inspected his work. His swollen, cum-filled balls were tightly confined. I handed him a ruler.
“Slap my nipples. First the left, then the right. Back and forth.”
He began administering light little taps to his nipples. “Harder,” I commanded.
“Goddess, I’m going to cum,” he moaned.
“No, you’re not, Slave!” I responded. “You’re going to suffer. Take the ruler and slap my cock.”
He whimpered as the ruler made contact with his hard cock.
“I didn’t tell you which part of my cock I wanted you to punish, Slave. You just took it upon yourself to choose?”
“I’m sorry, Goddess,” he responded. I could see excitement in his eyes. He knew the next moments would be even more intensely painful, but suffering was what he craved.
“Slap the cum hole.” WHACK went the ruler. Pre-cum began leaking from it. “Pull my cock up against your stomach with your left hand. Now slap the sensitive little “V” spot right underneath the head.”
He hesitated. This was going to sting.
I reached down and pulled the ruler out of his hand. “Hesitation only makes you suffer more,” I smiled and with a flick of my wrist delivered a stinging blow to the most sensitive part of his body. His head fell back and I could see his balls get even tighter. He needed to cum so badly.
…But that was his problem.
