The table I was tied to was cold and hard. Of course, Mistress would not care about my comfort so she had not paid extra for the leather covering. It was cold, hard metal and here I lay shackled to it. I was already shaking and shivering at the thought of what was to come and the stainless steel tabletop wasn’t helping.
My arms were stretched out above my head with cuffs attached to my wrists. My ankles were bound with cuffs as well and my legs were spread about 4 feet apart. I was naked of course and I was only too aware of how exposed my cock and balls were and I knew that was no coincidence. It began this morning. Mistress Helena loves giving me Tease and denial sessions.
She uses to jerk off instructions to make it as frustrating and hellish for me as she can. This particular morning she was in a particularly sadistic mood. She had put porn on in the background and turned the volume up and had worn her skin-tight leather catsuit that hugged her perfect size 10 body and zipped it up to her cleavage, making her 36DD boobs extra prominent.
the back was soaked in sweat. She backed the bag up and dropped it on the floor.
“Nervous? You should be. I'm going to teach you a lesson you’ll remember for a long, long time”
Her words were ominous and echoed in my head. I didn’t have long to think through before she grabbed my balls and roughly clipped one of the wires to my sack. The pain made me wince involuntarily.
“If you think that’s bad you’re in for a rough afternoon” she mocked, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.
The first clip had serrated edges and I felt it bite into my sensitive flesh. She clipped the other one to my balls as well and I then heard her connect it to the box with a click. She threw it on my chest with a thud. I grunted. This is the world of BDSM cams if you need to have your own story to tell
She leaned her right elbow on my chest and placed her chin on her palm. The force made it difficult to draw breath. She looked down at me with a sadistic smirk on her face.
“What did I tell you not to do?”
“You told me not to cum Mistress” I wheezed, trying to breathe normally
“That’s right. So why did you cum then?”
“im sorry Mistress. I tried to stop but you wouldn’t let me”
She raised her eyebrows and looked at me in surprise. I closed my eyes, not believing I had just said that.
“oh, so its my fault is it? Its my fault you can't control yourself?”
“no Mistress that’s not what I meant” I tried to explain
“oh shut up”
She removed her elbow and I gasped, finally able to breathe. She picked up the box and showed it to me. I strained my eyes to see it from my position. There were two red dials and an on/off switch along with an lcd display.
“This one,” she said, tapping one of the dials with her perfectly manicured and white lacquered nails “controls how much power I sent to the clips and this one here” tapping the other ”controls how often. It can be every second, every 30 seconds, every minute or whatever I choose. Neat huh?”
“Yes Mistress”. My voice was shaky with nervousness and cold, despite my sweating.
She flicked the on button, making sure I saw it happen. I jumped as it clicked. A sarcastic laugh came from between the luscious red lips of her mouth
“God, you’re pathetic. A little click and you jump like a startled mouse?” she mocked
She turned the power dial and I felt the faintest of tingles. Another click and it got stronger. Another and it started to pulse. Yet another and it got stronger. Then another and I began to feel uncomfortable. Then another and my muscles began to contract as the electricity pulsed through in a constant stream. I grunted and my shackles rattled as I strained against them. Read more on our masturbation chat sessions as well
“oh, It looks like we've found the sweet spot eh bitch” she mocked with a slight cackle. “how about if I do…THIS”
And with that, she took the knob and yanked it hard the whole way around. It took about a second for the pain to hit but when it did? Oh my god, I've never felt anything like it. I tried desperately to close my legs, to protect my cock and balls. I pulled against my wrist shackles to get my arms down but it was hopeless. I let out an agonized scream. She turned the power right down and I sagged on the table, panting heavily
“Oh for pity's sake. Can't even lie at peace without making a fuss”
And with that, she walked over to the bench and came back with a ball gag. She forced the large red rubber ball into my mouth and roughly pulled my head up to tie it behind. She picked up the box and didn’t even look at me as she yanked the knob round again. I let out another muffled scream and my eyes bulged open wide. I tried to plead and beg for her to stop but all I could manage was a muffled gaggle of nonsense. A brief interlude of a few seconds to let me catch a breath then….bang…..another blast shoots through my cock.
With her right hand, she grabbed my Nipple and twisted it hard. My upper body rose as I screamed and at that moment she gave me another shot of electrics. Again and again, I received short blasts of maybe a few seconds. By now I was sobbing and crying. My muffled cries and pleading fell on deaf ears. I sagged on the table, my whole body soaked in sweat and tears while my dick felt like it was fried.
“Phew,” she said as if she had the hardest part in this “that was intense”
I said nothing as I stared at the ceiling, praying it was over.
“Well, I'm going downstairs for a coffee. This is thirsty work. I'll leave you here to think about why I was forced to do this to you in the first place.”
She turned and took two steps towards the door.
“Oh, before I forget…” and without another word, she picked up the black box. I groaned with fear as I craned my neck to look.
“I think a five second blast every 60 seconds at a medium level will see you through till I get back don’t you? Ill be about an hour or two”
And with that, she turned and walked away. Just as the door closed the first wave hit…….