He sat eagerly waiting for his Mistress to enter the room. He was always right on time, but She enjoyed keeping him waiting. Her dungeon was cool and dimly lit, but he could still see all of Her torture devices surrounding him. As he wondered what She had in store for him, his stomach became queasy with nervous excitement. He hadn't cum in weeks and was anxious to do so, but he was clueless as to whether She'd allow it today. He could only hope.
The light in the room seemed to change as She entered the room. He was sure it was his imagination but the room seemed brighter. He adored Her. There was nothing in this world that Her slave wouldn't do to make Her happy. She took pleasure in humiliating him, hurting him, torturing him and denying him. She laughed at his inadequate penis. She called him names and slapped his face. She reminded him every session that he was not a man and that he could never satisfy Her, yet he came back week after week to try to please Her.
She walked smoothly across the room in her spiked high heels, short black skirt and very revealing black tank top. Her long dark hair was pulled back accentuating Her pretty face. Upon seeing Her, he wanted to throw himself at Her feet and beg for Her mercy and love, but he knew better and remained perfectly still in his chair. As She came closer, his tiny cock rose in his panties. "Strip," She ordered him. "Yes, Ma'am," he said as he leapt out of the chair and removed his outer clothing. Beneath his street clothes was a pair of lacy pink panties, matching bra and thigh high stockings. He then reached into his gym bag and removed a long blonde wig, platform black pumps and a red lipsstick. He put them one one by one and stood before Her staring at the floor waiting for Her approval. She nodded. "Thank You, Mistress," he said, anticipating Her next command.
Across the room was a metal pole that went from floor to ceiling. Tethered to it was a piece of elastic cord approximately three feet in length. "Get on your knees and crawl to the pole," She commanded. "Yes, Ma'am." He quickly dropped to his knees and crawled across the carpeted floor to the pole. "Now," she said smiling wickedly, "attach the end of the cord to My balls." He grabbed the end of the cord and began to tie it around the balls that She owned. "Yes, Mistress," he answered as he finished the knot. The Mistress moved Her comfortable padded chair about six feet from the pole. She reached under Her skirt and removed Her lacy black panties. As the slave looked on, he felt a wet spot form on his own panties. She tossed Her panties onto the slaves face and ordered Him to lick them. He cleaned Her panties thoroughly with his tongue, thanking Her for allowing him the pleasure of tasting Her.
"There's more where that come from, bitch," she said grinning Her evil grin. "Yes, Ma'am. Please, Mistress, may I have more?" he pleaded. The Mistress took Her seat and opened Her lovely legs wide, giving the slave a good view of the object of his desire. "Here it is, slut," she teased, "now come and get it." The slave started to crawl to Her, nearly forgetting that Her balls were tethered to the pole. Once he reached the end of the cord, he quickly remembered. He then realized what the tease was. She was still nearly two feet away from his face. The realization hit him that in order to get to Her sweet tasting pussy, he was going to have to stretch the cord, and in turn, stretch Her balls.
"I said come and get it, you stupid fucking bitch!" She demanded as she opened Her thighs a little wider. He wanted it so badly, but knew in order to get to it, it was going to hurt like hell. "Please, Mistress, please have mercy on me." he begged, wanting to taste Her so bad but knowing the agony he was going to have to face to have it. She slid Her middle finger down Her slit, the long red fingernail grazing Her clit. "Mmmmmm," She moaned as She slid Her finger into Her mouth. The slaves small cock oozed pre-cum into his panties watching Her taste what he needed. He gathered all of his strength and slowly started to crawl to his Beloved Mistress. He felt the cord pulling his small, shaven balls. His face showed Her every bit of pain he was in, but he was still at least a foot away from Her precious pussy. "Closer, bitch, just a bit closer and it's all yours," She teased, enjoying the lengths that he would take to please Her.
He pulled and stretched the cord nearly to it's limit. The cord was strong and it was trying to pull him back to the pole. He pulled and pulled until his face was just inches from his goal. He could smell Her aroma and even though he was in incredible pain, he had to have what She displayed before him. He took a deep breath and lunged at Her, throwing himself at Her pussy, screaming in pain and desire. Just as he had reached Her and the limit of the cord, She pushed the chair back another two feet. He landed flat on his face, his balls stretched and throbbing. She laughed out loud as he began to cry in pain and frustration.
The slave looked up from the floor at his Mistress sitting sweetly in Her chair with Her legs crossed. "Mistress, please," he whimpered, the tears streaming down his pathetic face, "I'll do anything You wish. I want to please you so badly, Ma'am." She laughed again. "Oh, little bitch, you just did." She rose from the chair and walked over to him. "Roll over, you big sissy," she barked. "Now untie it. God, you kill Me. You were willing to stretch for balls down to your knees to taste My pussy. You're nothing but a pussy-whipped little wimp. Look at yourself crying on the floor, dressed like a fucking slutty school girl. You're not even a man. You have the cock of a three year old and could never satisfy a woman. You might as well not even have a cock. It looks like a clit anyway."
As She verbally abused him, he untied Her balls. "Yes, Mistress. I'm not a man, I'm a sissy bitch for you to use." She kicked him with the pointed toe of Her shoe just enough to sting. "Shut up, whore. I don't need you to remind Me of what you are." He nodded in agreement, "Yes, Ma'am."
The Mistress started across the room and wagged Her finger for Her bitch to follow. He crawled behind Her aching. "Get on the bed, bitch. Lie on your back," she ordered. "Yes, Mistress," he replied as he laid down on the bed on his back. She crawled up on top of him, straddling his face. She sat Her full weight on him, smothering him. He found Her clit with his lips and began to suck and lick. As She started to grind on his face, She turned around to see his tiny little dick standing straight up. She flicked the head with Her long fingernails, making it sting. He whined into Her pussy but the assault didn't make it go down, if anything, it got harder. "You like that, bitch? You like having Me grind My hot pussy on your face? You like swallowing My juices and breathing My scent?" Hearing Her speak made him suck her harder and lick her faster. She couldn't contain Her orgasm any longer and flooded his face with Her creamy cum.
She rose from his face and stood beside him. His face was glazed with Her juice. "Thank You, Mistress. Thank You for cumming on my face." The Mistress smiled down at Her little wimp. "I know you craved My cum, but you're not satisfied, are you, slut?" The slave looked at Her with his eyes pleading. "Mistress, You've been so generous and kind. Please allow me to cum. It's been so long and Your balls are full and bruised. Please, Ma'am. Please. I'll do anything you ask. I am your pathetic wimpy bitch. May I please cum?"
"Get into position, then, sissy." The slave flew out of the bed and onto the floor. He pushed his legs and back up against he wall so that only his shoulders and head touched the floor. "Go ahead, bitch. Cum." He took Her tiny dick between his thumb middle finger and began to stroke. It only took a few strokes for him to shoot long strands of cum into his own gaping mouth. Some of the cum missed his tongue, but he quickly scooped it up with his fingers and sucked it off. He came so much that his mouth overflowed. "Now swallow." The slave devoured every drop of his own sticky cum.
"Thank You, Mistress. Thank You so much," he said to Her, crawling back to Her feet. "Take your clothes and I will see your sorry ass back here next week. Ice My balls when you get home." He nodded as he grabbed his clothes. "Yes, Ma'am. As you wish."
