A trip to Bunnings: hammer, nails, plywood and a nut sack later…I’m a sweet, sadistic little mistress bitch should you dare to play.
Request your BDSM CBT all you want but how much can you really handle? What masochistic end of the spectrum do you really sit? This slave’s tolerance was one to admire.
I began my session in a form fitting black latex dress with chains for straps. Then, I instructed slave to get to his knees and present his full sack and dick. Calmly and smiling at what I knew was to ensue, I stretched out slaves nut sack like a sheet of pastry. Then calmly, BANG! Holding a sharp, thick silver nail between manicured fingers, I nailed in hard. In swiftly went the first nail.
Another – BANG, BANG, BANG! I proceeded to nail another three nails into slaves fleshy spread ball sack; now deliciously pinned to plywood beneath. Not a groan or whimper from slave – he took his punishment well.
Slaves webbed ball sack displayed neatly and my work bench was established. I gave slave his breath, pausing to enjoy this pleasure.
Adoring and pleased at my craftsmanship, now ready for more, I continued to get to work on slave.
Cock presented, straightened and pulled, it was now time to show my needlework skill.
Poised and silent I began to weave the length of slaves cock a train track of needles.
Well-trained, slave took his punishment with grace only comforted by my cradling hands and nurturing breasts.
There was more to this story and more for slave to cum but I’ll keep my story short. But Slave, you were my highlight of the week. You served well.
So, a word of warning or those questioning my poster girl looks, think twice. I can be sweet and sweet as sin if asked.