Just hanging out

We both know why you're here. We might fake the small talk, exchange small pleasantries, but all of that does nothing but delay the inevitable. We both know why you're here. We're both impatient to begin.

My dungeon is in the basement - a little cliche, I know, but it's the most soundproofed place in the house and I don't like to gag my victims. I like to hear your screams and begging.

Come take your clothes off and lay down on my table. The padded surface is soft under your back, so cozy it could put you to sleep. I warmed it before you arrived - no cold leather in my dungeon! The cuffs on your wrists and ankles are padded, too, and so soft that you barely notice them.

Dont be fooled, though. You're immobilized now, tied down and helpless, and I'll do whatever I want with you.

Are you hard yet? I tease your cockhead with featherlight touches until it swells to life. That spot on the underside of the tip is so sensitive, isn't it? I lick my thumb and swirl it around right there. Then another glob of spit lubricates long strokes, up and down your shaft, each ending with a little swirl around your head.

I don't make you edge, but I tease until you're full erect under my palm. I only pause to undress so you can look at me while I milk you. Your breath catches as I continue to stroke, and it seems like you almost don't want me to stop, almost want me to keep going until you spurt all over yourself...but only almost.

We both know what you really want. I find my rope and pull at your balls, taut against your body with arousal. Tight around the base the rope goes, tied snug to pull your tender coinpurse away from your body. And then I loop the rope through a hook above you and pull so your hips rise like a marionette. Your body shakes almost immediately from the exertion of holding yourself up. You have no leverage to keep your hips so high, and panic flashes over your face as the weight of your body slowly sinks into your balls that hold you aloft. Your softening dick hangs absurdly to the side.

Now for the real fun to begin. I mount the table, straddle your face, and lower my cunt onto your mouth.

"Lick." And you know what's coming when you fail to meet my exacting standards.

I stroke your cock again while you eat me (doing a subpar job, if we're honest, since your mind is so distracted), but no more freebies. My left hand grips your cock, twisting and teasing and palming your head, while my right hand grips your balls.

You're nervous at first - you jump the moment my hand touches your sack - so I start gently. Fingernails scrape the tight goosepimpled flesh, and I gently grip each ball separately, articulating them through the skin. All the while your cock swells under my stroking and your tongue laps at my clit.

And then I grip both of your balls and squeeze, and your licking stops because you have to groan.

"Did I say you could stop?" I tighten my grip and you squirm until you realize what I want, and then your tongue frantically starts up again. I loosen my grip, not completely, but enough to reward you.

Your cock has gotten hard as a rock again. Droplets of pre-cum leak out and coat my hand while I rub you. You moan appreciatively and your tongue starts to get lazy.

I think you've had enough.

I stop stroking so I can give you a swift swat on the balls. You whimper and I can feel the vibrations in my pussy. "You need to do a better job than that." I swat you again and your tongue swirls enough that I finally feel a little jolt of pleasure. "Mmm, that's it - good boy." I tease your head with my fingers a bit before I give you another swat.

"Don't stop now," I remind you. I tighten my grip on your balls again, but you don't get any time to worry about that. I slide my hips forward and back, humping your face so your tongue slides from clit to asshole and back again. You struggle to keep up, your tongue tasting frantically for each hole. Finally you have to stop and cry out from the pressure in your testicles. Your hips twist and buck from the tight squeeze of my fist.

Two more smacks. "Did I say you could stop?" You lick blindly, no longer even trying to aim, so I hump your tongue, running it through my slit to fuck myself just the way I like. Each time I hit my clit I squeeze your balls hard so you whimper, but you don't dare retract your tongue.

I feel the orgasm swell and increase my pace, my fist using your nutsack like a stress ball. Your pained noises only push me higher until I clench down and grind into your face to ride out the climax with your nuts in a vicegrip.

When I finally come down, I loosen my grip and start to stroke your cock again. "Good boy," I tell you. Light squeezes on your balls now, just enough to hurt, to make you know I mean business, while I masturbate you to an orgasm of your own.

Between the pressure on your nuts, my expert stroking, and the smell of my wet cunt in your nose, it isn't long before your body is heaving and ready. I feel your balls tighten in my grip when you're close. You grunt when the cum pumps out of you as if it's an exertion, an effort to push out cum from your tied balls. Ropes of white land on your stomach. You whimper as your hips buck and relax out of your control, pulling your weight harder onto your sack.

And then I smack them again, hard, post-orgasm smacks that make you shudder and shriek. Your noises are muffled by my crotch, but your body tells the story, writhing and wriggling beneath you. You find out just how strong those soft cuffs are when you pull at them to try to escape. You realize how helpless you really are with your balls held up, with you left swinging by your sack.

Only when you tap out do I stop and dismount so you can thank me for allowing you to serve me. Only when you've admitted that you can take no more, that I've broken you, will I finally set you free.

Then it's clothes on, back upstairs for more smalltalk, more niceties, just a normal visit between two adults. And when you leave, I tell you I'll see you next time :)