Yes Mistress: Part 2

What the hell did I get into?! None of this was part of the deal.

He wanted to scream at her or get up and do something! No matter how loud he would scream deep down he knew it was pointless. His arms were bound in the metal cuffs and chains like his ankles. She made sure he couldn’t fight back. His butt was aflame and throbbing. His cheeks felt so dry they might crack. She had spanked him raw.

“Now for my next trick.” she said from behind him. His whole body tensed up. He could feel her hand rub his ass, down his thigh and between his legs. With a jolt he groans around the gag, drool spilling onto the floor.

Fresh tears leap to his eyes. The hand holding his halls squeezes painfully. His dick twitches in response as a bead of precum drips to the wood floors. His shaking head says no but his member says yes. The pressure receded only long enough for her to tie a piece of rope around them making it so much more painful. His cock hardened even further pulling a reluctant moan from his lips.

Fucking traitor!

The stinging pain to his ass starts again. Her silent strikes with the cane nerving. His body wiggled and tried to doge the pain but the rope around his scrotum tightened bringing a new definition of blue balls. His muffled yelps, groans and screams music to her ears.

His body stops resisting as the endorphins and adrenaline course through his veins. His head lulls to the side in acceptance as he floats with the pain. Unnoticed by him she stops the beating and bends down to inspect his ass and balls. With one last slap of his ass she releases his sack from the rope. A startled cry escapes as the sensation of blood rushing to his balls is to powerful. The awakened orbs release their load on the floor. His time of ecstasy is short-lived.

The woman unlocks his hands and ankles than tears off the gag. Her open palm lands on his face in a stinging blow. Her eyes full of fury as she spats, “You did not have permission! Clean that up!”

His dumbfounded expression infuriates her. Grabbing the back of his neck she pushes his face to the puddle he created.

“Yes Mistress.” He says as his tongue darts out to lap up his own juices.

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