Slave simplertime

I could feel the power in her commands almost immediately; the confidence and the assuredness in her tone left no room for doubt.  I dutifully applied the zip ties, one around the base of each testicle, one around the base of the penis behind the testicles, and one just behind the head of the cock.  All zip ties were tightened to such severity that the flesh captured by them bulged and throbbed, as if anticipating the treatment in store for them.  The rubber band: such a simply instrument, easily obtainable at almost any store - this would be her instrument for administering pain to my swollen genitals.  I knew what was coming, which made me throb and ooze all the more.  Out of instinct, I collected the precum seeping from the eye of my penis onto my finger tip and hastily deposited it onto my tongue, to gulp it down quickly so as not to waste a single drop.  My precum always tastes slightly salty, a flavor I've gotten very used to. 

She instructed me to double up the rubber band and put it around my right testicle, secured and exposed by the zip tie.  "Pull the rubber band and let go... feel the pain in your balls."  I did as she instructed and the impact of the rubber band was like a lightning bolt through my groin.  The pain caused my cock to jump and throb, the tight zip ties restricting its attempts to engorge itself further in responsse to the pain.  "3 times left one" was all she said, and I knew this meant to place the rubber band on my left testicle as I had done with the right.  Three lightning bolts slammed through my groin as the rubber band struck the bound exposed meat.  Her power in these bolts of pain was unmistakeable and undeniable.  My cock responded as it has been conditioned: while the searing pain ripped through my testicles, my cock engorged painfully against the zip ties, and all the pain only fueled the arousal in my genitals.  I could feel my anus tighten as my cock twitched.  A bruise had formed on my left testicle, the dark blood beneath the surface spreading across the scrotum like a blooming flower.  The sight of it drew more precum from the head of my cock.

"5 times right one."  The command alone and the anticipation caused my cock to sputter even before the strikes.  I felt muscles tensing as the glans of my cock throbbed and pulsated.  The five strikes to the right testicle sent more lightning bolts of pain into the sensitive bound and exposed tissue.  I threw my head back and moaned from the pain, knowing my cock was loving every second and greedy for more.  I felt the muscle constrictions deep in my groan betraying a welling orgasm somewhere deep inside of me.  A similar bruise spread across my scrotum, as beautiful as the first.

"I want you to do something really painful.  I want you to put the rubber band on your cock head.  It's going to hurt."  Without even hearing the commands, I knew what was coming.  The swollen deep purple glans would be tortured next.  Just these sentences from her nearly sent me over the edge, my cock was ravenous to feel the strikes directly to the constricted glans, the part of my genitals with the greatest concentration of nerve endings.  "2 times," was all she said, and I didn't hesitate to comply.  The strikes caused my cock to sing with pain, and my moans were loader, entirely animalistic as the pain and desire ripped through my engorged sex.  "Again, 1 more."  I was sure to make this next strike very very prominent.  I doubled the rubber band pull length and released.  The sharp bite of the aggressive snap of the rubber band against the most sensitive throbbing flesh, sent me spiraling, nearly to orgasm from the blinding pain.  My masochistic cock was hungry and the abuse only seemed to make it more insatiable.

"I have 3 more tasks for you, 1 pleasurable, 2 painful.  Choose what you want first."  Without hesitation I responded, "Painful, My Lady."  She responded, "Put the rubber band on both balls and strike them together 2 times, no break in between strikes."  Two more times the rubber band rocketed into my tightly bound testicles, and with them both tightly secured by zip ties and held together by the tripled-up rubber band around the midsection of each, a fresh bruise jumped to the skin almost instantly as the menacing lightning bolts of pain stabbed into my groin.  It was as if electrified needles had been simultaneously plunged right into the meat of both testicles.  The animal moans riipped from my throat uncontrollably while my cock reliably pulsated and oozed.

"Good, two tasks remaining, 1 pleasure, 1 pain.  Choose," was all she said.  Her cold calculating sadism filled me with lust, and without hesitation I replied, "Pain please, My Lady."  She seemed delighted by my desire for even more pain, and she said, "do you have strong disinfecting alcohol?"  I did.  "Carefully remove the rubber band and zip ties.  Slowly rinse your balls and cock with the strong alcohol.  This will hurt a lot."  I doused my cock with the alcohol and at first it felt warm.  Then it started to burn and it felt as if the tender skin were being flayed from my cock, and through it all my masochistic groin throbbed, begging and pleading for the torture to never cease.  "You forgot about the balls.  Put some alcohol on a tissue and rub the balls with it slowly, from down to up."  I did as she commanded, luxuriating slowing in the feeling of the burning alcohol on my bruised testicles.  My entire groin was on fire, like some kind of sacrificial pyre to the Goddess using me to feed her cruel desires.  I loved every second of it.

As if reading my thoughts, she said, "Do it all again for my pleasure, and don't forget the balls."  Time seemed to stand still as the stinging, like a thousand needles, stabbed into my genitals nonstop.  Moans flowed freely from my throat as precum gurgled from the tip of my greedy cock.

"Get on your knees.  One hand squeeze your balls and the other hand stroke your cock.  Move your hands HARD.  And you don't get to cum without permission.  Beg me for permission but don't cum until I allow it."  LIke a dutiful lust robot, I did as she commanded, aggressively jerking my balls and cock with both of my hands, milking my sex like a uncaring machine.  The jerking was sending pain through my balls and yet it was bringing me to climax much faster than "normal" sex could.  My begging was urgent as I could feel my orgasm building deep within me.  "I want you to cum HARD.  Every drop of your fucking semen is my property!"  The tension was building, her words hammering through my body.  "Would You like to be my pain slut?"  I could only moan out "Oh Goddes, oh Goddess!" my mind not being my own any longer.

"Now" she commanded, and cum spurted from my greedy masochistic cock right on her command.  The volume of seed that rushed from my battered cock was unnaturally abundant.  Spasm after spasm cascaded over me as I felt every drop squeezed from my formerly bound testicles as my sex completely emptied every drop of fluid onto the floor in front of me.

"Good boy." With those final words from her, my mind swam with the joy of knowing my suffering had been satisfactory for her.  I know that I exist now only to serve the great goddess Dark Angael.  And she will use me in whatever way she wishes, to sate her desires.

She bends me over Her wooden horse, locking my wrists and ankles in place so I'm spread and ready for Her to use.  The ring gag She has inserted is so large, my jaw has to strain in order to accommodate it.  The drool flows like a river onto the floor, and if I weren't blindfolded I'd be amazed at just how much saliva now coats the floor under my head.  I feel the hard rubber press against my overly-eager anal ring.  My backside is slick with lubricant, and the head of Her strap-on doesn't have to work too hard to stretch me wide.  It’s a new strap-on I realize as it continues to dilate me wider and wider - how will I take something so thick?  I start to groan as I feel the burning of my anal ring trying desperately to accommodate Her girth.  This is what She wants, that moment when it becomes clear that I'm going to feel something very very new.  My groaning fills Her with lust and She presses harder, and only then does it become completely clear to me that Her new strap-on is something much thicker than a soda can.  I can feel my anal ring soaking wet and wonder if its all lubricant or perhaps blood as well, as She is stretching me beyond anything I could have ever imagined.  My whole existence seems focused on the arm-sized strap-on as it invades and fills me.  Finally, I feel the girth fill me full to its hilt.  If I could see my distended belly, I would no doubt be surprised and astonished by Her persistence and gruesome sadism.  Then, I suddenly feel something cold and hard push against the eye of my penis.  A thick metal rod stretches my urethral opening and this time Her lust won't let Her temper Her aggression.  She is determined to fill and fuck both of my holes, with a sort of violence that shows me Her total ownership of this body.  It is Hers to use and break if She delights in it and She knows this is what this slave was born for.

I want to be bound completely immobile and spread-eagle on a table, hooded and gagged, while onlookers I can’t see, grope, probe, and abuse my body.  I want to feel the hands on every part of me, twisting and pinching nipples, glans, and testicles.  Using every orifice relentless - I am an object, not a human being, and I am here to provide You the opportunity to exercise the most depraved of Your desires.  No time limit, no safe word, no escape or recourse. 

This slave has lately become addicted to insertions in its urethra and anus.  Being filled makes this slave feel owned and taken, and like it is an object for use.