FWB Makes Me Her Sex Slave for the Weekend - Friday Night [Femdom] [Fm] [CNC] [CE] [Ballbusting] [Slavery]

I get to my FWB’s (friends with benefits) house at around 8pm.  I hear her yell “come in” and I go through the door.  I barely get the door closed behind me when she tosses me a throw pillow.  “Look what I just got.”



I catch it quickly with both hands (thank you baseball reflexes), when I look down to read it…**BAM**, that’s when it happens.  I catch a lightning kick straight to the balls and drop like a rock to the floor.  As I roll around and groan on the floor, trying to get my wits about me she gets right to work. She unbuckles my pants and belt, then zips them down.  She pushes me over to my side as I clutch my aching balls.  With moderate force she is able to temporarily pry my hands away from my nuts as she works my pants down.  Once they are down to almost my knees she then pulls down my boxer shorts too.  



I find this all kind of strange, but since we are friends with benefits I don’t think much of it.  I am mostly focused on the intense pain in my balls and semi-aware that I am now bare assed in her entryway.  Before I know it I feel a cold sensation on my scrotum and I hear a ***CLICK***.  Now I am very confused, I look down and see a padlock now fastened around the base of my scrotum.  *What the….*Without any hesitation she pulls out the end of a light metal chain next to me on the floor and fastens it to the padlock on my nuts with another smaller padlock, ***click***.



“There we go, now we are all set,” she exclaimed with joy, proud of herself.



“What’s going on?  Why did you do that?”



“Since we have the whole weekend, I thought we’d do a little roleplaying.”



“Oh?”



“Yep.  I’ll be the queen…and you will be my lowly servant, catering to my every desire. Hahaha”



“Oh, haha,” I laughed nervously.  “I don’t know about that.”



“HAHAHA I don’t think you have a choice honey.”  With that she grabbed the chain and gave it a small tug, sharply pulling my sore balls from my body.  “That’s why I had to give you the little welcome kick, I wasn’t sure you’d exactly agree to it.”



“I see…”



“Don’t be so glum, it will be fun \[for me\].  I promise.”  She grabbed the entirety of the chain and stood up.  “Now hurry up.  Take off your clothes, fold them, and place them by the door.  You won’t be needing them.”  



Not wanting to test her I did as I was told.  When I finished placing my clothes by the door she gave the chain another quick little jerk.  “Good, now follow me.”



She led me downstairs to her bedroom and straight away to her bed.  Fumbling for a minute she finally found the other end of the chain, looped it through a metal rod in her headboard, and locked it to itself with another small padlock - dropping the remaining chain to the floor.  “That should about do it.  I gave you about 25 feet.  Just enough to reach the bed and use the bathroom around the corner (without shutting the door).  All you need.”



“Oh, thanks.  Haha”



“You’re welcome.  Now, for our first item of business.  I need to get off.  Yes, that will start things off on the right foot.”  She sat on the bed and took off her clothes as I stood there, stark naked and a chain tethered to my balls.  Now that she was naked she bent over to grab the chain and then laid back on her bed long ways.  With a slight pull of the chain she asserted, “Now come, pleasure me slave.”



I got up onto the bed in a seated position next to her and I began to finger her as best I could.  I softly rubbed her clit in small circles until she became aroused, then rubbed it firmer and more directly.  



Her breathing became heavier, as she got more excited she barked out.  “No no slave.  No taking the easy way out.  Get on your hands and knees beside me on the bed and get in there with your tongue.”



So I got on my hands and knees beside her on the bed, carefully making sure that the chain was going out behind me and that I wasn’t kneeling on it or anything.  I lowered my head and began to eat her out.  As I got more into it, I felt the chain pull backwards a little bit until I felt her hand wrap around my balls.  With the lock around my balls, they were very easy to find and squeeze.  They had nowhere to hide.  



I continued eating her out as her grip on my balls tightened.  Next began a vicious cycle.  She would breathe heavier and moan louder and in turn she also squeezed harder, which pushed me to lick deeper, faster, heavier with my tongue, causing her to moan even louder, etc.  Until finally she came so hard it nearly shook the walls with her screams and trembling.  For me, I thought my balls were done for with how hard she was squeezing in her final throws.  Once I caught MY breath, I reached down and verified that my balls were still there.



After a minute or two she finally spoke.  “That was great……now, do it again.” 



“Again?!”



“Yes,” she said assertively, regaining her grip on my testicles.



And so I went down on her again.  When she finished a second time, her thirst was still not yet quenched and we did it a third time.  By this time my jaw was starting to get sore, not to mention my poor testicles (which she thankfully let up on the second and third time around).  I finally spoke up, “You good for now?”



In a state of bliss she answered back, “Yeah, I think I am good - for now.”  “Wait, no talking unless spoken to slave!”  She took her testicle gripping hand and gave them a quick little cheeky slap.  “You got it?”



“Yes Queen.”



Greatly amused to hear me answer her with her title she responded, “Gooood.”



Minutes passed by before she eventually got up and put on a robe to go upstairs.  “You stay here ok?”  But before I could answer she followed it up with, “Oh yeah, like you have a choice,” laughing to herself.  



She left the room and l sat there on the bed, inspecting my poor balls and the heavy padlock she had fastened at their base.  It seems she did a good job sizing it up.  It was tight enough so that there was no way I could pass my testicles through without damage, especially now that they’ve swollen a bit.  At the same time, it was loose enough not to restrict blood flow for long term usage.  Thanks Kristen.  During the whole cunnilingus session it appears that I had leaked a significant amount of precum, my cock was rock hard and very wet.  I wiped it off with my hands but not having any good place to dry them, I simply wiped them on my thighs hoping they would dry off.



Kristen came back holding two bottles of wine and two wine glasses.  One wine glass was bigger than the other and had the word ‘Queen’ written on it with the picture of a crown.  The other glass was smaller and read ‘slave’.  Cute, it seems like this was all premeditated.



“Hands off your junk!” she ordered.  “Only I can touch it.”



“Yes Queen.” 



“Good.  Do you like the glasses?” she laughed.  



“Cute.”  



She made her way to the nightstand to set her things down.  She opened the first bottle and poured the white wine into both glasses.  “It should really be you pouring these, but I will give you a pass for the first round.”  She handed me my glass and I took a big slip.  “Easy there tiger,” she joked.  



She sat on to the bed beside me and made herself comfortable using pillows to prop herself up.  Once comfortable she grabbed the remote control and put on a movie.  Some girly movie I had zero interest in.  Some bull shit romance with a horse ranch and some poor stable boy in love with the rancher's daughter.  She did this on purpose, she’s always joked that she wanted to watch something like this with me.  Now she was in the position to force me.



A bottle and a half of wine and one hour 37 dick shriveling minutes later, the movie was finally over and I was completely out of the mood.  That didn’t matter though, she was.  



She brushed her pillows off the bed, grabbed the chain, and got on all fours.  She worked the chain around under her leg so that the chain was now leading from my balls to underneath her beckoning ass.  “Come on slave, fuck me like the stable boy took the rancher’s daughter,” she joked.  She pulled the chain so that, whether I liked it or not, my balls were going towards her ass.  I decided it best, to follow my balls towards her ass and give her what she wants.



I got on my knees on the bed behind her and slid my cock inside her very warm, very wet pussy.  She kept the chain tight so that my balls were rubbing on her clit and pelvis when I was fully inside her.  I slowly backed up to begin my stroke but my balls stayed right where they were.  The tension on my balls was a little comfortable but I was able to back my cock out a couple inches before the stretch was too much.  She must have sensed this since she relented a little bit on the chain. Now I was able to get to work.



I started slow at first but within no time at all I was pumping her hard.  Partly because of my very very full balls and the testosterone that was surging through my body, partly because of some annoyance at the movie we just watched.  I gave it to her harder and harder until I could hold back no more.  I came in her hard and deep, her moans grew in response to my hot load gushing inside her.  I pumped a few more times to finish through my intense orgasm until I could no more.  



I was spent so I tried to pull my cock out, but I couldn’t.  She wasn’t quite done yet and the chain was pulled tight once more.  Now the chain pulled forward, over and over again as her butt pushed backwards.  She was in the bottom position but she was fucking me still it seemed.  “You ain’t done yet.” 



She continued to pull the chain and rhythmically grind her butt against me as my cock’s head became hyper sensitive to the touch.  Despite my frantic gasps of overloaded sensory she continued to fuck my still hard cock.  I was going out of my mind from the sensation but my protests seemed to turn her on even more.  She fucked my slave cock another minute or two until she was satisfied.  Finally she let the chain slack and she collapsed onto her stomach, face into a pillow.  I fell backwards onto my butt, relieved to no longer have my hyper sensitive cock being touched.  



When we both caught our breath, she rolled over onto her back.  “That was great.”



“Mmmhhmmm.”



“Remember, this is about my pleasure, not yours.  You should be happy I let you cum.”



“Yes queen.”



“It also appears that you made a mess,” as she motions at the cum oozing out of her vagina.  (I believe it's called a cream pie.)  “Well slave?  Clean it up!”



I look to her nightstand to grab the towel that we use for sex clean up when her eyes catch me looking around.  “No no no.  Not with a towel.  That is not how queens are cleaned.”



I get a shiver and a cold sweat from a slight panic.



“Your tongue slave.  Use your tongue.  I want you to lap it all up like a good little puppy,” she commanded. I must have turned white as a ghost, I had never tasted my own cum before.  “I’m not joking, get down there and lick it clean.”  She wrapped the chain around her hand a couple times, posturing like she is going to jerk the chain really hard.



“OK OK,” I responded in a hurry.  “I’ll do it.”



I got down on my elbows and licked it up.  I licked it all up and swallowed as fast as it entered my mouth.  I wanted to taste it as little as possible.  So humiliating.  And just when I thought I was done she pressed down on her pelvis and more came gushing out.  I quickly and reluctantly lapped that up as well.  She pushed a second time and tightened her abs muscles. Now only a small dribble came out which I licked up with a single lick.  Content with my work she grinned at me, “Good job slave.  You may now go to the bathroom and clean yourself.”



After a sigh of relief I got up from the bed and carefully made my way towards the bathroom.  I made it maybe ten feet before the chain was taut.  “I haven’t let go of the chain yet slave.  Come over here and kiss me.”



I hesitated a moment then went over to kiss her.  I think she really liked the flavor of me…or maybe it was the flavor of her, but we both enjoyed the kiss.  We made out for a couple of minutes and my cock began to grow again to which her hand found and began to gently stroke.  “Looking for round two already?”



“I don’t think I can.”  I laughed.



“Ok ok.  Go clean up.  Lets go to sleep.”



I cleaned up in the bathroom and brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush she had laid out for me.  I came back to the bedroom and she was already under the covers and had the lights down low.



“Hey Kristen.  Um, I mean queen.”



“Yes slave?”



“Do you think I could take this chain off for the night?”



“Hmmm, come here.  Let me see.”



I walked over to the head of the bed and she reached out and grabbed my balls.



“They feel warm.  They are a little darker than normal but I think that’s from the abuse.”



“Well yeah…” I conceded.



“I think they are getting blood flow just fine.  It’s been almost four hours now.”



“Yeah.”  I supposed.



She tightened her grip on my balls nearly bringing me to my knees.  “Do you feel this.”



“Yes queen,” I managed to choke out.



“Good!  No, I do not think I will take off your chain.  You are doing just fine.”



I swallowed deeply.  “Ok.”



I pulled back the covers to slip into bed with her.



“No no.  What do you think you are doing?”



“Getting into bed with you?”



“This is where the queen sleeps.  Slaves sleep on the floor.”  She motions towards a large dog bed that I’ve never seen before.



“Yuck!  I don’t want to sleep where your dog sleeps.”



“A) It’s a brand new dog bed, never used.  B) I’m your queen and you will do exactly what you are told; need I remind you?  C) NO. TALKING. BACK.”  



The hand that was previously squeezing my balls moved to the head of the padlock which she gripped tightly and twisted so that my captive balls were now sticking straight up and she quickly brought around her other hand and slapped across the balls with great force.  I quickly crumbled to the floor.



“Remember, no touching your cock or balls.”  A brief pause and she followed it up with, “No more lessons for the night.  Be a good slave and get some sleep.”  She kicked off one of her blankets and threw it onto me as I lay still crumpled up in the fetal position.