3 comments/ 58633 views/ 12 favorites Key Card By: EMMsb It was a small card key with information hand-written on it. The writing gave the location of the hotel I was staying at that night and the room number. The exchange was made when I picked up a vehicle from her house. I simply gave her the key because no further explanation was needed. It was understood well in advance that she may or may not go to my hotel. After all, she was my Mistress and would do as she pleased. It was also understood that once I got to my hotel room I would place myself in bondage which had a timed escape of at least three hours. While in bondage I would also attach a significant weight hanging from my ball sack. I had brought several toys for mistress M to use on me if she so desired. The first, which I would use as my self-bondage torture, was a two pound split weight ball stretcher. It would fasten around my balls to be held in place with two recessed set screws. Once on, it would stretch my balls 1 1/2" as well as add two pounds of weight. In addition, it had a place to attach two screws which I could tie a water jug to, increasing the weight by a few pounds. The second toy was called a "humbler", which when placed around my balls would hold them between my legs behind me such that I could not stand, only kneel. This also left my balls exposed and vulnerable to whipping or any other torment mistress wanted to inflict. The third toy was an acrylic ball crusher. This device had two plates attached by a hinge and each plate with a hole in the center. The lower plate hole was larger so that balls and cock could be inserted. The upper plate, which is used as the crusher, had a hole big enough only for the victims cock. The balls get trapped between the two plates and pressure was applied with thumbs screws to Mistress' desire. The crusher plate was transparent so she could see her slaves balls being slowly and painfully flattened. When I arrived at my hotel the first thing I did was take a long, hot shower. This would help loosen my balls enough to place the stretcher on more easily. I next got out four chains which I locked to each of the four bed feet. I placed three locks on the bed and put the keys on one of the nightstands. They would be out of my reach when spread-eagled, but in reach with one hand free. I put the last lock, a combination lock with a black dial and black numbers, on the bed as well. I took one of the hotel lamps and plugged it into the special timer I had brought with me. I set the time on the timer and then set the "on" time at three hours. Then I plugged it into an outlet well away from the bed and plugged the lamp into the timer. Before doing this I made sure the lamp switch was in the "on" position. In this way, once I turned out the lights in the hotel room, there would not be enough light for me to see the dial on the combination lock until the timer turned the lamp on in three hours. Only then would I be able to see enough to release myself. I was now ready. With some difficulty, I fitted the two pound ball stretcher around the top of my ball sack and tightened the set screws. I set the little allen wrench on the night stand by the keys. I screwed in the eyelets to the stretcher and started to tie on the one gallon water jug. Then I thought better of it since one gallon of water equals almost 8 pounds which would mean I would have ten pounds pulling on my balls for three hours or so. I dumped out about 2/3 of the water and decided five pounds would be much easier to take. I sat down on the bed naked and locked each ankle into the end of the chains I had placed there. Gingerly I let the water jug hang over the edge of the bed providing a manageable five pound tug. The jug was suspended by my balls about two feet from the floor. Then I laid back and locked one wrist into a chain end. Now came the tricky part. I flipped off the room lights with the switch over the bed. I was in almost complete darkness now but once my eyes adjusted I could see the outline of the combination lock and the remaining chain. The heavy curtains muted almost all the street lights from outside. It was hard to do with only one hand but I finally managed to get the last chain tightly wound around my wrist and the combination lock through the links. This was it. Once I clicked the lock, I'd not be able to reach the light switch or keys and I'd be helpless to escape until the lamp turned on automatically in three hours. I gulped and took a deep breath. I clicked the lock shut and spun the dial. Almost immediately the five pound weight on my balls seemed to double. It was pulling my balls off! Not really, but it seemed that way to me. I calmed myself down and tried to wait. My entire world was centered on the sensation of being helpless with my balls being mercilessly stretched towards the floor. The pain went deep up into my stomach and it never relented. Would Mistress come before the three hours were up? What would she do if she did? I tried to breathe normally then I tried breathing faster but nothing helped or lessened the exquisite ache I had inflicted on myself. I looked at the clock. Only three minutes had passed! I didn't know if I'd be able to hold out the entire time. But I had no choice. It went on and on. I writhed in agony and tried pulling the water jug up over the edge of the bed, but I didn't have enough movement with my ankles chained. I could almost get it, but it within an inch or two was all I could muster. Plus, it increased the tug on my poor ball sack. After a few attempts I gave up in exhaustion. I was sweating too, in part because of the exertion, but also because I had turned up the thermostat in the room so that my ball sack would remain very loose in case Mistress showed up to play with me. It was almost exactly two hours since I clicked the last lock shut that I heard something in the direction of the door. Was I imagining it or was Mistress M here? Hopefully she was and would save me! The door opened and light flooded into my eyes as the lights were turned on. Once I could see well enough I saw it was indeed Mistress! She closed the door and turned the deadbolt. She looked him up and down and licked her lips and placed her purse on a nightstand. She smiled. "Oh, b, you did a wonderful job! I think I'll just look at you for a while. But wait, there are a couple of changes that need to be made." With that she added a new lock she had brought with her to my wrist with the combination lock. Now I was stuck even with the lights on. She then went to the bathroom and I heard the water running. "You don't have nearly enough water in your jug. Let's fill it up!" I started to plead with her not to "no mistress, please no...I can barely stand it as it is!" She stopped and I felt reprieved. "Are you daring to tell me what to do or not to do, b?", she asked with a dangerous glint in her eye. "ummm no Mistress, i was just hoping you might take pity on your poor slave." She then paused to consider as she took off her pants and blouse which left her clothed only in a crotchless sexy black bustier, which further accentuated her beautiful and ample chest. "Well, I WAS going to only fill it partially up but it seems obvious to me you need to be taught a lesson, so since your little outburst I've decided to fill it all the way up. You might want to hope I don't add even more. You're in no position to say anything, but I don't want to hear it even if you do." She then tried to shove a ball gag into my mouth, but I resisted. "Open your mouth, b", she commanded. Then, to make sure her command was obeyed, she grabbed my helpless ball sack and began to squeeze. I had to relent and opened my mouth and took the ball gag all the way in between my teeth. She then fastened the strap behind my head so there was no way I could get it out and no noise I could make other than muted grunts. "There, that's better. Now let's get a little more weight on those balls and see what happens, shall we?" I grunted and shook my head no. She poured more water carefully into the jug from the ice bucket. I had almost gotten used to the weight but this new amount increased my torment geometrically. I felt light headed from the pain and thought I would pass out. still she poured and I could feel a scream deep in my chest with no way to get out. She heard me anyway and looked into my eyes and smiled. "This is absolutely wonderful. You are such a perfect slave for me. Do you know how many years I have wanted to do this to your balls? This is making me wet. Go ahead and scream as hard as you can. I can barely hear you but it's music to my ears." She continued pouring until the jug must have been completely full. I was in totally agony with almost ten pounds pulling on my poor balls. It felt like they must be stretched nearly to the floor! She then grabbed my cock. Amazingly, I was rock hard. She opened some special oil she had removed from her purse and poured it over my cock head and started rubbing it between her palms like she was making ropes out of play dough. The friction felt amazingly good but just between agony and ecstasy. There was no way I could cum from this motion and she knew it, but continued at a fast pace. My balls were filling up and getting bigger. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was no longer screaming because the weight seemed more bearable now that she was playing with my cock head. As she rubbed she looked into my eyes and spoke to me. "You have no idea how long I can keep this up but you won't cum. Your balls will get fuller and fuller and even more tender which is what I want. I need them blue for the next stage or your torture. But right now I am so hot. I need to orgasm and you are going to give it to me with your mouth and tongue. So that means the gag has to come out but believe me, if you make even a sound before I cum all over your face, I will put the gag back in and you will be VERY sorry." I nodded that I understood (not that it would have made the slightest difference). Mistress M was a sexy woman all on her own. She could turn heads anywhere she went. But dressed as she was in that crotchless black bustier she was an absolute goddess. I couldn't help staring at her gorgeous cleavage and almost got lost there. She took the ball gag out and climbed onto the bed and straddled my face with her head pointed towards my feet. In this way she could keep up her assault on my cock head while I brought her to orgasm. She was so wet she fairly dripped into my open mouth. I stuck my tongue as deeply inside her musky cunt as I could and she let out a satisfied moan. Her pussy stretched over my mouth and nose and for several seconds I couldn't breathe at all. My tongue played all over her in a desperate attempt to get her to cum, thinking I might get some air if she did. She squeezed her thighs together and I was able to gasp in a breath before she covered me completely again. My world had become pain in my stomach and balls, pleasure in my cock head and her soft, dripping pussy covering my mouth. After several times of almost passing out for lack of air and her squeezing her thighs together so that I could continue, she shuddered and let out a small squeal of delight. She shook all over above me as my mouth was suddenly filled with her thick, womanly juices. Then they overflowed and ran down my cheeks onto the bed. It was unavoidable that I swallowed a fair share. She relaxed on top of me, laying her head on my abdomen and stopped rubbing my cock head with one hand and lightly running the nails of her other hand over my distended ball sack. Not a sound did I make and just when I thought she might have gone to sleep, she roused herself off of my face. She leaned down to kiss me full on the mouth and then said "That was the best I've had for a long time, b. You did well and you should be rewarded." She removed the jug of water from my tortured scrotum. It was like heaven! She removed the two pound ball stretcher. She looked at my ball sack stretched now at least three inches further than normal. "My, oh my...that looks very good", she said as she squeezed each ball in turn causing me to wince. "Are these tender yet?", she asked with a smile on her face, watching my reaction as she squeezed harder and harder. At last she let them alone and began stroking my cock up and down. "Do you want to cum now?", she asked. I would have jumped for joy if I could have moved any as I breathed a hopeful "yes!" She stroked faster and gripped harder as she brought me closer and closer to climax. But she knew exactly when to stop so that I couldn't quite cum. She giggled as I writhed uncontrollably trying to regain contact with her hand. but it was useless. She had me completely under her spell and was controlling my body like a master plays a Stradivarius violin. She waited just long enough for me to cool down before she brought me back to the edge....only to stop again. How many times she did this I have no idea, but each time my balls became a little fuller and swelled a little more. They became so tender that she could have breathed on them and made them hurt. "I think your nuts are tenderized enough for our next little bit of fun." She then brought over the acrylic ball crusher and placed me into it. As she squeezed each ball through the big hole in the bottom plate I cried out in pain. With my cock inserted first there was barely room for each ball to go through too. They each popped through with a jarring pain that made me see stars. She then closed the top plate over and pulled my cock through the smaller hole. My balls were so swollen with cum the top plate contacted my balls before the threads of the securing bolts poked through the plate. She was not daunted in the least, simply squeezing my balls until she was able to start the wing nuts onto the bolts. Of course, I just about passed out from the pain and felt as though I might throw up any second from the intense stabs entering my stomach from between my legs. This reaction only brought more smiles and laughter to her beautiful face. "Oh wait! I see there are safeties in place on this crusher. We don't need those. Who ever heard of a ball crusher that had safeties so that the balls couldn't be completely crushed?" The tears were flowing freely down my cheeks now from the pain and I shuddered to think she might be about to castrate me by crushing my balls! "I think we are going to need the gag again" and with that she forced it back into my mouth and locked it place around my head. I watched as she removed the safeties from the two crusher bolts. "Now let's try this again!" I shook my head no, but there was absolutely nothing I could do except feel the intense pain as my swollen nuts were assaulted and trapped between the two 1/4" plates of acrylic. She got the wing nuts each started and then it was easy. She could turn each a half turn at a time and watch as new agony shot through my body. Or she could turn just one and crush it alone. My cock was rock hard and poking seven inches above the top plate of the crusher. This gave her an idea and she climbed back on top of my tied body and straddled my cock. Slowly she impaled herself on it as my balls seemed ready to collapse at any moment. She was in intense euphoric joy as I was on the knife edge of pain. Up and down she went. Then something amazing happened - the good feelings in my cock were outweighing the pain in my balls. I felt that rather than my balls collapsing, they might instead explode long ropes of cum deep inside her! I was very close, but somehow she sensed this and stopped to tighten the wing nuts another full turn. Instantly I was back to complete agony and any thought of cumming was ruined. She went back to her up and down motion on my cock, obviously very close to her own orgasm. It seemed the more she tightened the crusher the hotter she became and finally she sat all the way down and thrust out her chest at me as she climaxed yet again. Nor did it stop. She kept climaxing or perhaps she had many in a row. She was in her own universe of pleasure for what seemed like an hour but was probably no more than five minutes. As I fought to stay conscious, I noticed her looking at me intensely. "That was incredible, b. I don't know if I've ever felt that so far inside and all over my body. Now, let's look at those nuts of yours." She got off of me and it was then we both noticed the plastic plates had been deformed by my balls. They were completely tightened and my balls were almost completely flat and the plates were both banana shaped, but neither ball had burst. The pain was indescribable. She seemed delighted that my balls had lived for her to torment me more with. I was not sure they would ever be good again. She slowly removed the wing nuts and this caused even more and a different kind of pain as the blood rushed back into my swollen orbs. Finally, she was able to remove the entire crusher. "This didn't actually crush your nuts - false advertising!", she laughed. "Ok, b, now it's time for you to cum. I'm going to let you cum into a willing, open mouth and all of your cum will be swallowed, I guarantee." She started stroking my cock again vigorously. Amazingly, with all my poor balls had been through, I could again feel the cum boiling in them. She stopped and unlocked my ankle chains at the bed legs. Then she pulled them both over my head with the chains still attached to my ankles and locked them to the headboard. As a result, my back was arched painfully and my cock was directly over my own face pointing in the general direction of my mouth. I knew what she planned even before she removed the gag. "Now, b, you know how much I love to watch you cum. It just fascinates me. I love how much you cum from your big balls and how creamy it is. I love the face you make when you cum. Now I am going to watch you spurt directly into your own mouth. I am going to force you to cum and fill your own mouth with it. Then, when your mouth is completely full, I want you to taste it. Then you will willingly swallow every drop. If you hesitate at any point this is what you'll receive..." and she squeezed my balls. I screamed involuntarily. "Do you understand?" I nodded and said "Yes, Mistress M." She lubed her hand with a generous amount of KY jelly she had brought. Then she started stroking...slowly at first....long, insistent strokes. I was in heaven and knew it wouldn't be long. There was no way I could stop from cumming by her deft hands. She knew how to make me explode better than any other woman I've ever known. My abused balls were so full of cum now they were almost twice their normal size and they were boiling. Her strokes became faster. Gradually she increased the speed until I was at the edge. I wondered if she would stop again, but she anticipated me and smiled and said "Not this time, b." From some other world far away the cum rose. I felt I was having an out of body experience as large spurts of clear pre-cum landed in my mouth. Next came the creamy, thick white sperm filled cum that fairly exploded from the tip of my cock. She watched with rapt attention as she milked rope after rope directly into my mouth. She was an expert but even she wasn't able to control it all. Some splashed my face and got in my nose and eyes. Still I came as if I'd never cum before. Was it gallons or only quarts? My mouth was full and overflowing in no time. And yet more did she force out of me. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the flow slowed and then dribbled. Smaller ropes dangled and then fell into my mouth as droplets. "Well, well! It looks like I got a bit of red mixed into that white cream of yours. It's time, b. Run your tongue around the inside of your mouth. Taste your cum for me." I did. Even though I didn't hesitate she still squeezed my sore balls and was able to produce another pink rope out of them. "Now swallow...slowly...I don't want you to choke on it. It's going to take several swallows for you to get it all." Key Card Ch. 02 Author's note: this story is a follow-on to the first part "Key Card". Please read that story first for the complete background on this one. Comments are welcome! ------------------------------ It took me almost twenty minutes to extricate myself from the Humbler and chains. I knew that if I didn't move fast there was no way I'd be able to continue holding my legs above my head. Gravity and the Humbler would combine to make things very uncomfortable and quickly. By straining mightily, I was able to raise my legs back over my head and almost touch the wall. A shiver of dread ran through me when I realized I might not be able to reach the light switch. Desperation started to kick in as I tried again harder. On the fifth attempt I was finally able to nudge the switch enough with my big toe and suddenly the room was bathed in light. I could now see the combination lock and its numbers. While I held my legs pointed at the ceiling, I frantically spun the dial. It wasn't a quick thing to open the lock because my wrist was held in an awkward position to get at the lock at all. Every muscle in my body seemed to be trembling which didn't help. I spun the last number and pulled down on the lock. Nothing. Panic set in as I spun the dial to clear the lock and try again. Luckily, the second time was the charm and the lock opened. With my one arm now free, I could easily turn over onto my knees in a kneeling position and the Humbler's effects were minimized. What a diabolical device! Things went quickly after that and in no time I was completely free. I took another hot shower and thought about Mistress M. She had left me in such a place as she knew darn well there was a chance I would have had to stretch my own ball sack by bringing my legs down. She had always done that type of thing to me. She knew my limits but always tested and expanded them. As the hot water massaged my aching muscles, I wondered what she might think up next for my exquisite torment. I also wondered when I'd see her again. I finished the shower and started cleaning up the room. It was then that I noticed an envelope with "b" written on the front. She must have left it for me when I was paying more attention to the aching parts of my body. I opened it with a little trepidation and read: "My dearest b, By now you will have escaped from whatever entanglement I left you in. Know this: I have more in store for you tonight. Much more. But time is of the essence. Take your things and go back to my house. Don't leave anything in the hotel room for you won't be going back. "When you get to my house let yourself in the back door. It will be unlocked. Be very quiet for I may have guests. Go up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the left. On the four poster bed there will be a bag. Open it and remove the items. Remove all your clothes and put them in the bag and put the bag under the bed. "Take the chastity cage, the one with the metal tube welded to a single handcuff and place it on yourself. First, you place your soft cock into the tube and then close the cuff behind your balls and cock. Now you will be unable to get an erection no matter what happens. "Next, lay down on your back on the bed. Take each of the four pairs of handcuffs and place one end around each post of the bed. You may have to stretch a bit, but you should be able to handcuff your ankles and wrists to each corner of the bed. "Once you've done all this all you will be able to do is wait. I have the key to the cuffs on a chain around my neck. There will be no easy escape for you this time until I say so. If all of these steps are not performed exactly as I have listed, you will be VERY sorry, believe me." I immediately started packing my things to leave. I was a little worried on the way across town wondering what Mistress M had planned. Obviously she had thought this out very thoroughly. Time is of the essence she had said. I hurried but would I be able to get it all done as soon as she wanted? I shuddered to think of what she might do if she thought I was a little late. When I arrived I could see a few lights on inside. I wondered briefly who might be there. But I had my instructions and they were very clear. I parked and went around to the back door. I felt like a thief sneaking into Mistress M's house and hoped none of the neighbors would see me and report my suspicious behavior. The door was open just as she said it would be. I went through a utility room and into the kitchen. I could hear low voices coming from somewhere deeper in the house but they sounded ominously close. Mistress suddenly laughed loudly and I jumped because that sounded like it was in the very next room! Slowly I crept through the kitchen and found the staircase. Luckily, there was no one in sight as I ascended carefully. A few of the stair treads creaked as I went up, but I hoped no one could hear. I turned left at the top of the stairs and opened the door of the bedroom she had talked about in her letter. There was a bedside lamp on and a black leather satchel in the middle of the sturdy four poster canopy bed. The bed was facing a rather large entertainment center and there were a few arm chairs around the room as well. It was tastefully decorated in maroons and pastels. Obviously it was a guest room. I opened the bag and removed the contents. Sure enough, there was a wicked looking contraption that looked like a handcuff had mated with a banana. There was no doubt what that was for. There were four pairs of regular handcuffs and there was a sleeping mask. She had not mentioned the mask so I wondered if she wanted me to put that on as well. I removed my clothes quickly and put them in the bag which I then put on one of the chairs. I shivered slightly from anticipation and because the room was a little chilly. I had a difficult time fitting the handcuff around the back of my balls because they had pulled up tight against my body. The cold steel didn't help either. Luckily I was completely shaved or the cuff would have caught on hairs. I finally managed to lock it around myself and clicked it a few notches so that is wasn't painful. The cock tube had a ring at the end that looked like it could take a leash or similar. Naked now except for my cock cage, I sat on the soft bed. I locked one side of each of the handcuffs to the posts. Then I locked each of my ankles into the cuffs. Before I did my wrists, I looked again at the sleeping mask. I decided I better put that on as well, or I might get in trouble. Mistress M sometimes set little traps like this for me to see what I'd do. I learned long ago it was better to err on the side of caution. I had to lock my wrists into the cuffs by feel since I couldn't see anything. A little thrill went through me as I clicked the last cuff into place and realized I was now totally helpless in Mistress M's house, naked and locked into place. Now what, I wondered? I could still hear voices from time to time, but other than that it was very dark and quiet. After what seemed like hours but was probably no more than minutes, I felt rather than heard something different. Was someone standing by the bed? My body tensed a little as I strained to hear anything. Suddenly there was no doubt someone was with me as I felt fingers encircle my balls. "You've done very nicely, b. You followed my instructions almost exactly." Almost? Uh oh. What had I missed? "Why are you wearing a sleeping mask? Did I tell you to put that on? No, I didn't. Also, I distinctly told you to put the bag underneath the bed, not on one of my antique chairs! Tsk, tsk. You'll have to be punished for those mistakes." The blindfold was removed suddenly and I was looking up into the smiling eyes of Mistress M. "Hello again, b", she said with a grin. Her hand closed around my exposed balls and she squeezed causing me to grunt involuntarily in pain. "Oh, are these still tender? Too bad because they won't get any relief soon. You're my prisoner here and I haven't quite decided what to do with you yet. Let's add an accessory to your cock and ball prison." She produced a length of thin rope and looped it around the canopy. Then she brought it down and tied the end to the ring at the end of my cock cage. She pulled it up and knotted it such that it dragged me up by my cock and balls and forced me to put weight on the backs of my legs and shoulders so that I could keep my midsection raised. "There. All comfy now?" I just nodded my head at her knowing that she didn't expect an answer. She crossed the room and opened the entertainment center doors and swung them back. It revealed a large flat screen TV which she turned on using the remote. Almost immediately a view of what must be her bedroom came into view. I remembered the security camera system I had purchased for her and wondered if one of those cameras was what I was looking at. She turned up the volume to the max. "Now, what you're looking at here is my bedroom. All you have to do is watch. Try not to get too tired from holding yourself up, but if you do just rest your butt down on the bed. Of course, it might be a little painful, but it's up to you how you want to do it. Have fun b! Oh, and I forgot to mention something. You probably can't feel it right now, but in the inside of the cock tube at the very end are some little bitty spikes. Really, they are very small, so you shouldn't worry at all. The only problem is if you happen to get aroused. Then they might be a bother. So just make sure to stay soft!" With a laugh, she left the room and closed the door. Don't get hard? Just her saying that had made my cock twitch and expand a little. I tried to concentrate on something else and had some success as I stared at the screen – what else could I do? So far I had been able to hold my middle section up without much difficulty. I think I already knew what was going to happen, but it was still a surprise when I saw Mistress M enter her room with a fairly large and well muscled younger man. She held his hand playfully as they kissed passionately. My cock twitched as she went down on her knees and slowly undid his belt. His hands were massaging her scalp and he was running his fingers through her hair. She purred and cooed as she released the snap on his pants and she pulled them down to his ankles. His underwear was next. The view I had of them was in profile and she looked up mischievously at the camera. You could tell he was very aroused as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and eased it over his erection. My own cock was responding as if she was doing it all to me and I was reminded of her words as the head contacted the first of the spikes. Oh, such exquisite pain! She had him step out of his pants and boxers and then she took him into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure and I knew exactly what that felt like. Mistress M could make a man lose control quicker than anyone else I'd ever known. Up and down his cock she ran her tongue until his cock was liberally coated and glistening. She cupped his balls gently and stroked him with her other hand. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. She delicately reached her tongue out to it and brought it to her mouth. It left a little string connecting her mouth to his cock and soon she engulfed the head in her mouth and sucked even more from him while humming "mmmmmmm". Soon she was fucking his cock with her whole mouth, bobbing up and down on him quickly. He was rapidly losing the battle of control and she sensed this and stopped. She got to her feet and told him to undress her. It was unbearable watching and knowing what was coming next. My cock was as rigid as the cruel cage would allow it and the spikes dug into the head unmercifully. To make matters worse, I was beginning to tire and could feel an insistent tug on my cock and balls as I slowly sagged toward the bed. Mistress M turned so that her front was to the camera and raised her arms above her head and looked directly at me as he undid her black lace bra and let her gorgeous 34D breasts fall free. Then, as she massaged them herself, he knelt down and pulled her g-string panties down to her ankles. She was wearing black stiletto heels and she daintily stepped out of her panties with first one leg and then the other. She placed one of her feet on a nearby ottoman and exposed her pussy lips to his waiting tongue. She must have tasted wonderful for her went down on her like a starving man. All this time she looked directly into the camera and into my soul. Part of me wanted her to stop and come do that with me. And another part wanted to watch helplessly while she was ravaged. After several minutes of moans of pleasure from her and muffled groans and slurping noises from him, her orgasm found her with a vengeance. She shook from head to toe and finally had to forcefully remove his face from her cunt because she was obviously so sensitive. She then positioned herself with her butt towards him while she bent over and placed her hands on the ottoman. He needed no instructions to quickly position his very large cock at the entrance of her pussy from behind. Slowly he pushed forward as I mouthed "no" wordlessly and impotently, while she grinned like a Cheshire cat at me through the camera. Soon he was stroking into her in long insistent strokes. She encouraged him by saying "Faster...FASTER! Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder! HARDER! Yes, oh YES! Come on, baby, Empty those huge balls into me. Do it now. Do It NOW. CUM!! Fuck me harder and CUM!", she kept screaming as finally, with a throaty bellow he exploded into her. The force of his strokes were almost pushing her onto the floor and her large, beautiful breasts swayed back and forth in rhythm with his thrusting. He emptied himself deep into her for what seemed like minutes. I was going crazy with desire for her. I wanted to be doing that. She knew very well that was the position I liked best. She laid on her bed and they kissed for a while and cuddled with soft words that I could not hear. After a while she whispered in his ear and he got up and put his shorts and pants back on and then slipped on some shoes. She stayed on the bed naked watching him dress. He came over and leaned down and kissed each of her nipples and then kissed her long and hard and deep on the mouth. They said goodbye to each other and he left the room. Mistress M turned over on her side and looked directly at the camera. "Did you like that, b?", she asked smiling. Then she got up and also left the room. I hadn't even noticed that my butt was almost touching the bed now. My balls and cock were stretched about three inches but I had been too absorbed in what I was seeing to realize it. The spikes dug into my cock head still and were quite painful. The door opened and there was Mistress M, back in her crotchless black bustier she had been wearing at the hotel. She came over to the bed and said "I have a treat for you now, b." She got up on the bed and straddled my face. I kept my mouth closed and could smell the mixed love juices on her. She leaned back and grabbed my balls. "Now b, I think you know what to do. Jerry has left a huge load of cum in me and I need it completely cleaned out. By the way, I teased and denied Jerry an orgasm for two weeks. I have been saving up his load for you, my dear. Don't you feel lucky?" What else could I do? I opened my mouth and tentatively stuck my tongue out and flicked over her extended clit. She was still aroused. "No, as good as that feels, I need you to stick your tongue into me and suck out all of Jerry's cum. Do it now, b.' She gave my sore balls a squeeze and I did as she said. I could taste the nasty spunk almost immediately. "Just open your mouth now, b", she commanded and adjusted her position so that her now wide-open cunt was directly over my mouth. Globs of white cum slipped out of her and into my mouth. Her own juices were mixed and mingled throughout. I groaned as my mouth filled with the combined remains of their love making. "Swallow it, b. I want you to get it all." I did. Still more was coming so I opened my mouth again. As it slowed, I licked her pussy lips up and down and plunged my tongue into her. Still more of the slimy mixture was I able to clean out of her until nothing more was to be had. "Very good. I like that. You are such a good sex slave, b. But I think we still have some punishments to go yet for not following my instructions to the letter. It's time for those. I'm not done with you by a long shot.", she said with a chuckle. It was going to be a VERY long night. Key Card Ch. 03 Mistress M released the rope holding me up off the bed by my sore cock and balls and then unlocked each of the cuffs I had to place myself in when I arrived at her house. With Jerry gone, Mistress M and I were alone in her home. She attached a short dog's leash to the ring on the front of the cock cage. I had no choice but to follow her as she pulled me roughly by my cock and balls off of the bed and behind her. "Let's go down stairs for our next bit of fun, shall we?" she chuckled. We went down her stairs and I wondered what room we would wind up in. She continued around the staircase, though, and I saw a stout looking door on the other side which she unlocked with another key from the chain hanging between her breasts. The door opened to reveal another staircase descending into darkness. She flipped a switch and the stairs were illuminated enough for her to walk down safely. She tugged me right along behind her without a care. The stairs ended in a basement roughly 40 feet square with a high ceiling. The cinder block walls were painted black and had many things hanging from them such as various sizes of whips, ropes, chains, locks and other wicked looking devices of every description. I felt a chill go through my body. In the dead center of the room was a table that looked right out of a dungeon from medieval times. Four thick wood planks ten inches wide combined to make the smooth table top that was at least nine feet long. The supports for the table were massive too and it was all made in such a way that each end of the table had what looked like large ball bearings in the middle so the entire table could be rotated. There were numerous holes in the table top ranging in size from an inch in diameter to a six inch hole right in the middle. Leather straps protruded where wrists and ankles and a neck might go. "Up on the table, b, and lay on your stomach" Mistress M commanded. She threaded the cock and ball leash through the large hole in the center. She loosened the straps at one end and I obediently placed my wrists through each. "Good boy.", she said and then tightened the straps using some sort of ratcheting mechanism on the other side of the table. I found i could not move my wrists at all. Next she went to the other end of the table and I felt her place each of my ankles through those straps and again she ratcheted them tight. I was now completely immobilized. She finshed strapping me down with one around my midsection and one around my neck. I couldn't even wiggle the straps were so tight. "Time to make you more convenient for me." With that she pulled a lever and I felt the table top move beneath me. She rotated the table 180 degrees until i was facing upward, but underneath the table top. She tugged on the leash and pulled my cock and balls through the hole in the table and placed some sort of lock that held them seperated but firmly secured on the other side of the table. The stretching sensation was mild compared to the rope over the bed just a few minutes before, but still I felt incredibly exposed with my body on one side of the table and my cock and balls locked on the other side. I could not see what she was doing, but did see her legs as she walked over to one of the walls. She rolled a high, wheeled chair over and sat down on it. I could see her legs crossed and she appeared to be comfortable. Suddenly my world was rocked as a sharp whap came down on both balls! I screamed out in agony and she only laughed. "Yes, b, scream and yell. My basement is fully soundproof and you know how much I love hearing you in pain." Over and over she spanked my poor exposed balls. Instinctively I tried to move away from the pain but I couldn't move an iota. I had no choice but to hope it would end soon. Tears were running freely as I felt her continue to flail at my helpless balls. The entire time she laughed and giggled uncontrollably. There was a short reprieve when I felt her massaging my ball sack. Then a small door in the table top I hadn't noticed before opened directly over my face. There was Mistress M's smiling face looking down at me. "How did you like my smallest cane on your balls, b?" she cooed. "Maybe we should try a little bit bigger one. Yes, I think that is what I'll do next." Her face left my vision and it was then I noticed a huge mirror directly above the table. I was able to see much of the room from a birds-eye view. I could see the large expanse of table top only interrupted by my cock sticking through a small hole and balls through another hole in the same sheet of wood. It looked like my privates were locked in place by this thin sheet. I wondered briefly if I might be able to pull them back to my side, but, of course, I couldn't move my body at all. My thoughts were interrupted by Mistress M showing me another cane that looked to be considerably larger than the previous one. I groaned. "What, you don't want me to use this one?" she asked innocently. I knew if I answered no, she'd just use it anyway and harder, so I clamped my mouth shut. With a smile she said "Good boy. I'll leave the door open here so you can see what's going on. You need punishment for not following my instructions to the letter. Right now I am just tenderizing your balls in preparation for your punishment." This wasn't my punishment? Oh no. My balls were already on fire. I felt and saw her grab my balls again. She roughly massaged them and then circled her fingers around the left one. Whap! She brought the cane down on it. Indescribable agony shot deep into my stomach and before I could even scream the cane came down yet again. She looked up into the mirror smiling. She gave my left ball five hard strokes and then repeated it with my right. Isolating each ball this way seemed to make the pain more complete and total. Finally, she finished me off with ten quick strokes to both balls. The effect of watching her punishing my balls in the mirror was wild. My cock was hard as a rock and pointing straight up. She placed a couple of strokes to my cock head just for good measure. She put down the cane and then climbed up onto the table. From my vantage point I could see down from the mirror into her ample cleavage. She was wearing clear four inch stilleto heels. She looked down at me as I watched in the mirror in horror as she started to grind my balls beneath the toes of her feet. First her right foot, then her left. She steadied herself by placing her hands on the ceiling. I could see her flattening my balls with her feet in the mirror and feel the pain shoot into me again at the same time. It was like watching a movie and yet I could feel everything happening in the movie. My throat was raw from the sreaming I had been doing so far and now I was only able to let out squeaks. Again and again she carefully rolled my balls under her feet. As she applied more pressure, they would slip from underneath and pop loose in their bag. She would patiently raise her dainty feet and again roll them underneath. The pain was immense and I wondered if my punishment was to be the popping of my balls by her standing on them. This went on and on. She switched to her spikes, but each time she pressed down with a spiked heel, the ball would escape. Each time it did, a jarring agony would rush through my body. I thought many times I would pass out from the pain. Finally, she seemed to tire of this. My balls were swollen now to almost twice their normal size and incredibly tender. My ball bag was a bright red. I didn't know how much more I could take. She got down off the table and I felt relieved slightly. Her hands caressed my balls and it felt wonderful. She squeezed harder causing the heaven to transition immediately back into hell. She went across the room and got something and I could only imagine what awful thing would be next. She had a ping pong paddle in her hand and I knew what was coming. Or at least I thought I did. She opened a tube of something slick and rubbed it all over my cock. It felt cool and then warm. Then warmer. "This is icy hot and I am going to rub it into your cock. Hopefully, it will make you feel good. If you are able to cum, feel free to do so but if you don't cum within five minutes, you will be punished more severely." With these words, she set a small egg timer at five minutes. I could hear it spinning down. Her hand moved on my cock, milking it roughly with the icy hot. The sensations in my cock were unbelievable. At first it was good, but as the chemical took hold, it was extremely painful! There was no way I could cum like that and she knew it. She stroked me hard and fast. It seemed to keep me just at the edge but I was totally unable to go over. It was such a frustrating feeling. After a few minutes she picked up the ping pong paddle and started hitting my swollen balls in time with her strokes on my cock. Pleasure and pain mingled together until they were indestinguishable. After what seemed like forever I heard the bell ding on the egg timer and just like that my "eggs" were done too. My cock erupted like a gyser shooting my cum at least three feet straight into the air. Mistress M seemed delighted at this and kept milking me until nothing more dribbled out. My cock felt like it was on fire and deflated rapidly. Incredibly, my balls almost felt normal. I soon learned it wasn't to last, though. "Well, b, you almost made it! Unfortunately, you didn't cum like I told you within five minutes, so we'll now proceed with the next portion of your punishment. Also unfortunately for you, it will be much more intense." She rolled a six inch long thin needle between her fingers. What could possibly be coming next? Key Card Ch. 04 Still strapped tightly to the table, I looked fearfully on as she twisted the long needle between her fingers showing it off to me. "Guess what this is for, b." she said. "I can't guess, Mistress." I replied, but in truth, I didn't want to guess. "It's a jewelry accessory for you!" she announced with a snort and giggle. "Let's put it on you and see how it works. But first, we are definitely going to need a gag for you for this portion of your punishment." She then put a short penis gag into my mouth and flipped the table over so that she could lock the straps around my head. She then flipped the whole table over again. I could still see her in the mirror from above as she removed the thin wooden plate holding my cock and balls to the other side of the table from the rest of my body. It was a little harder to pop my balls back through their hole since they were so swollen but she managed. Not without a great deal of pain for me, though, and I howled into the gag. She then produced her own "Humbler", which she soon had fastened around the top of my ball sack with the wings thereby holding my balls completely exposed above the table top. She had to stretch my bag quite a bit in order for the humbler to clear the table, but once she did there was no way for my balls to move in any direction. It was an ingeniously diabolical way to use the humbler as a ball immobilizer. I also noticed that my balls were squished tightly and held at the very end of my taut bag. The skin seemed to be so thin from the stretch that I could almost see my individual balls within. Mistress M placed a candle on the table which she lit. She then held the needle between the jaws of some pliers and held it over the flame. "This is to sterilize it." she said. I could only think of one reason the needle would need to be sterilized – I wondered where she was planning on putting the six inch long needle in my body. "This is an acupuncture needle. It's 140mm long by 28 gauge." After sterilizing the needle she placed it in a tray to let it cool down. While it cooled she went to another part of the room and brought back an elaborate looking electronic box. Ominously, she started by hooking up two leads to the front and then plugging an A/C plug into the wall. She turned on the switch and I noticed the front lighted up with several digital displays. One of these showed 115 volts and another showed 40 volts DC. There was another display that read 0 amps. After making these preparations she seemed satisfied that all was working properly. She tested the needle with a bare finger and finding that it was cool, she picked it up. "Ok, b, it's time for more of your punishment. This really will hurt you more than me. In fact, it's not going to hurt me at all! Let me explain what I'm going to do next so that you know exactly what will happen and you'll be able to enjoy some anticipation. "First, I am going to take this needle and place it carefully through both of your balls." Immediately I started shaking my head no, but she went right on, completely ignoring me. "This will hurt. A lot. There's just no way around it. But one good thing is your balls have been tenderized quite a bit tonight so maybe the tough membrane that surrounds them won't be quite so resistant. The needle is very sharp as you see, so it will probably go through faster than I want it to. I want you to feel every 16th inch, so I'll be sure to take it slowly. Don't worry, there shouldn't be any permanent damage from the needle since acupuncture is very safe, but my dear b, it will hurt immensely. I groaned deep inside, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her. My breathing was coming faster and faster just thinking about what she had said. "This needle is a conductor. But to complete a circuit we need another conductor." She showed me another "jewelry" item. This one looked like an inch-long banana in the center of a slanted metal ring. She put a bit of icy hot on the banana to act as lubricant and slid it into the my pee hole opening. The ring fit tightly around my glans and once it was in, it wasn't coming back out. The icy hot made me squirm and writhe as it heated up the inside of my cock and my whole cock head felt like it was on fire. "I know it must feel like your cock is going to burn up, but it won't. Let me demonstrate what real heat feels like." She then clipped one of the leads from the box to the end of the ring she had just installed into my cock head and picked up the candle, which by this time had pooled quite a bit of hot liquid wax. She carefully poured the wax onto my cock head while she held my once again rock hard cock in her other hand. The pain was immediate and different. My cock was burning now both from the inside and the outside. Fortunately, the wax quickly cooled and I was left with a strange sensation of a hard sheath on my cock head and a roaring fire within it. "Now we have the first part of the circuit completed at the end of your cock. Just one to go!" she announced merrily. Up to this point I was able to handle the pain. But what happened next was like nothing I had ever experienced. She looked up into the mirror and smiled as she brought the point of the needle even with the center of my right ball. Placing her right hand on the other side of my ball sack and holding the needle firmly by its handle, she very slowly pushed the needle through my sack and then started into my ball. There was resistance from the membrane covering my ball but it was no use. She pushed a little harder and I could see it enter more. She then moved the handle end in a slow circle, enlarging the original hole and boring into me further. I passed out cold. I woke with a horrible smell in my nose and suddenly felt everything that was going on again. My mind seemed to have gained a clarity that intensified the pain and at the same time didn't allow me blessed unconsciousness. Mistress M had revived me with smelling salts. "I need you awake for this, b. It's no good to punish you if you can't feel the punishment! You better not pass out again or I will have to punish you even more." I cringed. The pain radiated from my one ball into my stomach, through my chest and deep into my brain. It was constant and inescapable. "I want you to watch me, b. Open your eyes and look." I could do nothing more than obey. I opened my eyes and they became fixated on the needle. Slowly, ever so slowly, Mistress M pushed it further, pausing every so often and giving the end a flick with her finger. The agony intensified. More of the needle vanished into my poor right ball until there was only about four inches of needle remaining exposed. She again had a more difficult time piercing the other wall, but it finally seemed easier for her until she hit my left ball. She pushed it in with a shove and immediately my pain doubled. How I stayed awake is beyond my comprehension. Sure as the tide, so was Mistress M in her attack on my left ball. Slowly the needle was pushed through and out the other side and finally out through the thinly stretched skin of my ball sack. I swallowed over and over and my breath became more ragged. I knew I was on the edge of consciousness, but I never lost it. I felt every horrible second of pain, just as she wanted me to. My eyes glazed over and I was brought back to the present when I saw her smiling face above me. "So that is the second part of the circuit. Time to attach the other lead." She did attach it to the left side directly to the handle of the needle. "Now that we have a complete circuit, I can turn on this voltage pulse. The current will run through your cock head, down through your cock and into your balls with their perfect electrical connection through the needle. And here's some interesting news - if I turn up the current high enough, the needle will eventually heat up and begin to cook your balls from the inside out. Doesn't that sound just delicious? Kind of like a reverse k-bob!" She clapped her hands with glee. All I could do was stare at her and wonder how I'd ever come to be in this state. I knew she loved me, but was she really about to destroy my balls? Would she cook them slowly while I felt everything? Her gorgeous body jiggled with her laughs of anticipation as she reached over and turned the knob ever so slightly. The strangest thing was happening with my cock. It was growing even bigger. It was harder and larger than I had ever seen it before. She noticed too and soon had attached a large dildo the the other side of my gag so that it stuck up straight in the air. She then mounted the table again and lowered herself into my face with the dildo slipping easily inside of her. She rocked forwards and backwards and soon had an immense orgasm which drenched my already sweating face. I had never experienced anything so sexy. She turned up the knob to a higher setting and I felt the current surge through my loins. Was it my imagination or could I feel the needle get a little hotter? Key Card I did as she instructed. My own gooey, slimey, pungent and slightly bloody cum slid down my throat and into my stomach. I swallowed again and again and finally my mouth was empty. "That's good, b. Now I'm going to unlock your ankles. Then I'm going to remove my extra lock from your wrist." She wiped her messy hands off on my chest and stomach. She gathered her things together and placed them back in her purse. She put her pants and blouse back on and tied her hair up. She put back on her boots. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave. "I am going to leave you locked and turn off all the lights. I've unplugged your timer, so the only way you'll be able to let yourself loose is to reach up with your legs over your head and turn the room lights on. If you can't reach the switch then you'll have to wait for the sun to come up tomorrow. Or wait for the maid. Goodbye, b." And just like that she was gone. But not before she turned out the lights and placed the "do not disturb" sign on the door knob with a chuckle. I was left completely alone in the dark, chained naked to the bed with my own cum drying on my face. I tried to reach the light switch with my foot. Then the door opened again. She came back and said "I forgot to use the last toy!" Chained as I was on my back she could still put the Humbler on me if my legs were raised. This is exactly what she did to fasten the contraption around my balls. This pulled them back as the two wings of the Humbler were resting on the backs of my thighs. She let my legs go and only then did I realize how diabolical this was. If I let my legs down to the bed, my balls would be stretched unmercifully down and away from my body. She seemed completely delighted by this. I would have to keep my legs pointed towards the ceiling to not stretch my own balls. To make matters far worse, the Humbler also had a ball crusher attachment. I thought for a moment she might forget it but no such luck. She attached it and tightened down the thumb screws cruelly. Once again, I was in total agony and I didn't dare move for fear of pulling off my own balls. "Perfect!", she exclaimed. "That ought to give you some trouble until you can remove the lock. Something to remember me by!" She left again, bouncing out the door and snapping off the light as she went. My legs started to shake as they weakened from holding them up against gravity.....