She walked up to her chair, took one of her stiletto heels and ended up behind me. I felt my balls being loosened, only to be confronted with a sharp and deep pain. Then the string around my balls was fastened again. I dropped my head, as to see what she had done. As if I did not know that already! Indeed the heel was buried in the soft flesh of my ball sack, and it was tightly secured. Now she was standing behind me, giving the shoe light kicks. Making the heel touch my soft flesh. No, not touch, invade was the word. There was pain, and it never faded. It only got worse. I groaned, I tried to withhold any noise. But that would not do of course, I was a toy. Just a toy, and toys needed to be played with. And this toy worked well when it made little noises. So, the intensity of the kicking increased. Why did I not give in? As if to give her what she wanted. It just did not seem fair, she wanted nothing but honest surrender, honest pain and emotions. So when she finally sensed she needed to do more and gave me a fierce kick my load moan escaped, having the entering President looking in rage at me. I was a distraction to her new mistress. But she needed not to have worried. She was carrying loads of toys, and Wanda would be dealing with her rather than me!
There was a wide smile on Wanda’s face, welcoming her playmate back. It was all so easy! She had simply pushed some buttons, and all went smoothly. So now it was time to make a mark, she had already shown she was capable of using force, being brutal. Now it was time to push her limits even further. She started tying her to one of the columns in the room. She used a spreader bar for having maximum access to her cunt. Her back was tightly secured to the pole. She enjoyed pulling the ropes tight. Seeing then disappear in her belly. Making breathing hard.
Then her hands above her head. High, so her ears were nearly covered by her arms. She was sure it hurt only a bit. Since the real pain would come now. One rope below her breasts, the other above, and then she started pulling the ropes towards each other. Closing in on the separate tits. First from the center, making her aware that she was now facing a true violation of her female pride. Isn’t that one of the major concerns for every woman, to have beautiful and tempting breasts? Well, the breasts of the President were natural, and looked like ready for a wonderful bite. They were like ripe fruit, delicious, soft. But now they were being forced into an unnatural position, they were becoming grotesque. Not at all a display of pride, but they were becoming now what they are called in nasty words, tits.
It was a way of reducing the Presidents pride; first her breasts were taken, disfigured. And then the pain came. When Wanda pulled the strings tighter the result were huge and erect nipples. She let her mouth slide over the one, the other in her hand. Her tongue started to play with the big brown nipple. Bringing pleasure, at least according to the squeaks of joy and the gasps when she let her teeth nibble on them. But when the teeth started to sink in, and the long and delicate nails of her other hand started pinching the nipple there was a sharp gasp. Of course she knew what was to come, but the President wanted to enjoy every moment of this treatment. Never there was anyone to stand up against her. And now there was this delicate young girl. That did not only have the courage to challenge her. No, she had the spirit to tempt her to full battle, and kick the sword out of her hand before she even was ready to fight with it. How unlikely anyone might find it, this was heaven for her!
Her glorious body twisted against the torture, she was like carved in marble. So beautiful, so full of still life. Her head slightly tilted backwards, her body open and exposed towards het tormentor. Who did not care in the least how her victim responded.she had her own agenda, she had her own pace. A slow dance of torture, a dance of seduction, a dance of control
Now she started on her legs, ropes, pressing deep in her soft flesh. High along her thighs, than attaching them to the column, pulling her legs apart. Showing her glorious sex, now fully exposed. Then above the knees, straining her legs outward. But since she was tied to the column there was no way she could accustom to this outward and ever spreading movement. Only pain was the result, and a grotesque figure. And when finally her ankles were secured she was like a statue, a Christian saint or martyr. But she was the true figure of sex, of lust. Now Wanda walked back to her clothes, and fished out her smart phone.
“A picture might be useful for future reference, look deep into the camera. Show me your most lustful look, your most slutty look. Now passion”.
She was playing her, she had her and they both knew it. The most terrible thing she could do was to bring me into the picture. She put a flogger in my hand and commanded me to whip her exposed cunt with it. And when I did not hit her hard enough my reward was a fierce slap in the face. Harder than I ever experienced before. This motivated me, and the pictures she took showed a face full of shame by the President. She liked me enough when I licked her cunt, but torturing me was definitely not my place!
As a grand finale she ordered me to make myself rock hard and then let me rigid cock touch the opening of her cunt. I wasn’t allowed to enter her. But the humiliation was perfect, and complete. It aroused me beyond imagination, was this what a Domme was experiencing when torturing and humiliating a slave? I would never know, since I was dragged down to the floor, kicked in my balls and left there while my eyes were covered to prevent me from seeing anything.
I heard the ropes being loosened, I heard clothes rustling. I heard bodies touching. When I was allowed to stand up again, and have the blindfold removed all order seemed restored. There was my Wanda, sitting in her chair. There was the President, dressed as well, sitting opposite her. I could not imagine the scene I saw just a few minutes ago. The ropes, the pain, the control. The sexual desire. It all seemed very much contained now. Although, I was still naked in front of those Ladies! And it did not seem over!
Wanda produced some device, a small leather band. She indicated I was to stand next to her. She ties it around my balls. “This”, she said, “is an electronic device. It will give you electric shocks. It will not be very painful, see” and she pushed a button. “Unless I increase the level”. And indeed, from a light tickle it went to a serious pain in my balls. “And when I am either cross, or sadistic, I move it even higher”
I could not remain standing, I collapsed on the floor. Experiencing a fierce kick in my balls. Though it was different. It had the power to make me feel nauseous. I was desperate not to experience that again. She told me to get on my feet again, and then the President produced a chastity device. We want you not to attract too much attention. You will wear this mini skirt, pantyhose, blouse. Now dress and let us enjoy that.
Well, I did not do too badly. I have had some training, and great guidance. Getting on the pantyhose was disaster, my legs were much too muscular, but it felt awesome again. Then wearing high heels I was allowed to practice again.
We were on the towns boulevard, three girls walking in a row, arm in arm. Well, it was to support me, to be honest. I could not do it without them. We walked at a brisk pace, and I felt awesome. This was sheer heaven. Then we went into a bar and I was sent to fetch some drinks. I was standing and giving my order when it began, the slight tingling feeling. The electronic device was turned on. I tried to ignore it, I could not show it. But the president, I saw it was her, turned up the level. I had problems standing up straight, I felt so much under control, Mixed with this strange pain. I took the drinks and started walking back, then there was a massive shock in my balls, I stumbled, I fell, spilling all the drinks!
here my flow of word ends, for now. Will there be a continuation? Ever? Give me your thoughts!
