FWB Makes Me Her Sex Slave for the Weekend - Saturday Morning [Femdom] [Fm] [CNC] [CE] [Ballbusting] [Servitude] [Humiliation]

***Cling cling cling.***  



It’s an odd sensation to be woken up by your balls moving on their own.  I turn my head and see Kristin laying in bed with the chain wrapped around her hand, vigorously shaking it, causing my sore balls attached at the other end to jiggle and sway.  She has a large smile on her face.  “Good morning slave.  Hope you got some sleep.  Today is a brand new day.”



“Yeah, I slept alright I suppose.”  The fact of the matter is, I slept quite shitty.  After her huge slap to my balls just before bed it took me about a half hour for them to stop throbbing.  And another little while to find a comfortable position on the dog bed she left me to sleep on.  Then I still had to content with the cold metal padlock (around my scrotum) and chain touching my thighs.  Once I did fall asleep it was fine for a while until I moved positions.  Sometimes the chain would get stuck under me and pull on my balls funny, or I would get tangled up in it.  Either way, not great for sleeping.



“Good!  Now get over here for inspection.”  



Before even allowing me to wipe the sleep out of my eyes she was taking up the slack in the chain and pulling my balls towards the bed.  I tossed the small blanket I was using to the side and followed my balls over to her on the bed.  She pulled through the remainder of the chain until she had my balls in her hands once more. 



“Mmmhmmm.  Mmmhmmm,” she said as she poked and prodded my sore and swollen balls.  “A little clammy I think.”



Embarrassed, I responded, “I think it's partly the metal.  Also maybe the warmth from sleep.”



“Yeah, I suppose so.”  She gave them a playful squeeze.  “Don’t forget yourself, slave.  Remember, no talking back,” she said with a wink.



“Yes….yes, queen.”  The squeeze only caused mild discomfort.



“Well I think your first item of business is to get me off.  I always like to start my day with an orgasm or two.”



I sighed a bit then moistened my lips, preparing to go down on her as I did last night.  



“No no, you don’t have to go down on me.  Use one of my toys from the night stand.  Grab the towel too.”



She let out some of the slack on the chain allowing me to walk over to her nightstand.  I opened the top drawer and found a kindle, some condoms, and lube.  



“No no slave.  Second drawer, you should know this.”



“Oops, ok.”  



I opened up the second drawer and there were some cock and ball toys, a couple pairs of handcuffs, and a few dildos of various sizes.  I opted for the medium sized pink one which had a moderately sized shaft that vibrated and rotated as well as a curved component with two little fingers on it for clitoral stimulation.  I closed the drawer and sat next to Kristen on the bed facing her.  She pulled down the blanket to expose her beautifully shaved womanhood of which I was all too familiar with last night.  She then pulled up the chain until it was tight and my balls were pulled towards her and she wrapped it around her hand twice for good measure. (Like I was going anywhere).  



I licked my fingers and teased her clit and the surrounding area to warm her up.  Once she was producing lubrication of her own I slowly inserted the dildo, carefully at first, then pumped it in and out when it was able to slide freely. She began to moan and gyrate in no time.  I decided to kick it up a notch by turning on the dildo’s lowest vibrate setting.  Kristen arched her back in response and continued moaning then pulling at the sheets with her free hand.  Her chain hand also began to pull and with it my balls.  The tension on my balls was fine at first but then became too great.  I finally had to grab the chain with my free hand to prevent them from being pulled too hard.



After very little time at all Kristen’s thighs clenched closing in on my dildo hand.  Her stomach tensed and she began to scream and pant.  She convulsed six or seven times before her free hand shot down and covered my hand on the dildo.  “Stop.  Please, stop,” she pleaded.  



I held it there just a moment longer, it was the first time I felt like I had any power all weekend.  Not wanting to overstay my welcome too much I reluctantly removed the dildo and switched it off, tossing it to the foot of the bed.  I sat there a moment content with my work as she gradually relaxed her muscles and her breathing corrected.  Once the air had cleared she eventually lifted her head from the pillow and looked down.  Her stomach and thighs were sweaty, her love mound soaking wet.  



“I made a mess,” she joked.



“I suppose you did.”  I laughed nervously.



It was then she noticed that my hand was still on the chain, protecting my balls from her deadly mid-orgasmic pull.  “No touching your junk and no touching the chain!  How many times do I have to say it?”  She seemed annoyed but not angry.  “Come over here, present your balls.”



I sighed once more and got off the bed to stand at her side.  She pulled up the chain and took the padlock in one hand as she had done last night, twisting it so that my balls were now facing the ceiling, perfectly presented for the ‘administration of corrective action.’  With her other hand she lightly gave them a slap.



“There, I took it easy on you this morning but:  Don’t. Do. It. Again.”  She flicked my balls lightly with each cautionary word.



I winced at the light pain.  “Yes queen.”



“Good, now grab that towel and clean me up.”



I did as I was told.  I wiped down her chest and stomach then began to wipe her mound.  



“Careful slave!  It's sensitive.”



“Oh, sorry.”



I blotted at her pussy and then wiped down the rest of her.



“Good good.  That’s fine.  Ok, let’s begin the day.  I need a shower and so do you.”



She sat up and spun around so her legs hung off the bed.  I was still standing at the side of the bed.  She picked up the chain once more and gave me about three feet of slack.  She stood up, a little wobbly in the knees still, then straightened out and gave the chain a playful jingle.  “Come with me slave.”



She walked to the bathroom pulling me in behind her on my short leash.  She reached into the shower and turned on the water, feeling for it to warm up.  “Ok, it should be ready.  Hop in slave.”  



I did as I was told but I tensed when the hot water hit me.  It was a little too hot for my liking.  



“Oh haha.  I forget how weak you men are.”  She turned down the temp.  “How’s that you big baby?”



“Much better, thank you queen.”



She closed the door to the shower as much as the chain would allow, still holding it firmly in her hand.  I rinsed off my body, careful not to touch my ‘fun bits’ as she had ordered.  When the time came, she opened the door a smidge and told me to hold out my hands.  She squirted a small dab of women’s lavender shampoo.  I paused for a moment, looking at the women’s soap in my hands getting diluted by the pounding water, but decided against any protest and just rubbed it into my hair.  Once I rinsed it out she opened the door once more and told me to hold out my hands again.  This time she gave me some women’s herbal body wash.  I lathered up my body as best I could without touching my cock or balls.  



She noticed this and laughed to herself.  She let the chain fall which gave my balls a quick little tug I wasn’t expecting causing me to gasp involuntarily.  She opened the door, squirted some of the bodywash into her free hand then rubbed her hands together to form a lather.  “Turn towards me, slave.”



I turned towards the open shower door and she took my cock and balls into her soapy hands and began to roughly scrub them without much caution.  I winced and struggled at their treatment but managed to keep my hands away.  “There, that should do it.  Hurry up and rinse off.  It’s my turn.”



I rinsed off and as I stepped out of the shower she handed me a towel.  I toweled off quickly not knowing what she had in store for me.  



“I’m not going to hold your chain for my shower.  Is that going to be a problem?”



“No ma’am.  No queen I mean.”



“Good.  You know you can’t get far anyways and if I have to come out of here there will be hell to pay.”



“Mmmhmmm,” I agreed.  



I turned to leave the bathroom when she called out, “Where do you think you are going?  You are going to wash me.”



“Oh ok.”



She talked me through it as we went.  “Grab the shower head and rinse me off all over.  Good.  Now, grab the shampoo and massage it into my hair.  Massage my head, slave.  Mmmmm, that’s good.  More.  Yes.  Ok, now rinse it out, make sure you get every little bit.”  



By this time I was all wet again, so I figured I would just jump into the shower with her and towel off again later.  She didn’t seem to mind.  Once again we closed the shower door as much as the chain would allow.



“Ok, now grab the conditioner.  I want the full treatment.  Yes, that bottle.  Ok now rub it in.  mmm, yes.  Ok, while that sits and works it magic, soap up the rest of me.  Grab that body wash.  Yes, lather it up and rub down every, little, bit off me.  Yeah, even my armpits, butt crack….Yes, like that, you got it.  Good, you learn quickly.  Ok, now I am ready for a rinse.  Take off the shower head once more.  Mmmm, that’s good.”  



I finished rinsing out the conditioner and bodywash.  She shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing another towel for herself.  I step out behind her and grab my damp towel laying on the floor from before to dry off again.  We finish drying off and she orders me to hang up my towel.  She wraps hers around herself, tucks it in, then wraps up her hair in a second towel.  She bends over and grabs the chain with a free hand and we go back into the bedroom.  We go into the bedroom and she leads me to the dog bed.  “There.  Sit down while I get ready.”



I sit down and patiently wait as she dries and brushes her hair, does some light make up, and puts on a clean robe.  “Do you have any deodorant I could use?” I asked bashfully.  I knew we were going to have an overnighter or two so I packed some extra clothes (not like I’d need them), but forgot to bring some toiletries.



“Here, you can use this.  It works for you anyways.”  She reaches into her dresser and tosses me a small blue thing of ‘Secret: Deodorant for Women.’



Works for me?  Very funny.  I take off the top and it smells good enough, so I apply it to my underarms and a little bit around my butt and balls when she isn’t looking.  I toss it back to her.  “Thanks”



She finishes getting ready and tells me to stay put while she runs upstairs.  Up there I hear her closing curtains and blinds on her windows and doors.  She re-enters the room holding a small key and walks over to the head of the bed to unlock the chain from around the rod in the headboard.  She coils up the chain in her arms so that there is roughly 5-6 ft of length remaining and gives it a gentle whip.  “Alright, lets go.”  



I stand up and she leads me out of the room.  “Do you think I could put something on first?  It’s a little chilly?” I ask as politely as I can.



“Hmmm.  I guess for now you can wear something.”  



We go back into her room and she pulls out her dirty robe from yesterday out of the hamper.  “Here you go.”



I scan her expression and she appears to be serious.  Great.  “Ok….Thanks.”



I put on her old robe as best I can as she chuckles at my expressions of dismay.  The arms of the robe will keep me warm at least but it doesn’t fully close in the front, at least not for me.  Oh well.  She chuckles once more, turns towards the door and gives the chain another jerk.  Without saying another word we head upstairs to her open space living room, dining room and kitchen.  She scans the room briefly before landing on a load bearing post in the living room bordering the dining room.  We walk over to the post and she loops the end of the chain around the post and locks it.  She drops the chain to the floor and says, “That should work, let's give it a quick test.”



She puts her hands on my shoulders and marches me through the dining room and to the end of the kitchen, right before I get to the backdoor the chain gets tight and my balls will go no further.  “Good….ok, now the living room.”



We march back through the kitchen, through the dining room and into the living room.  I get to the picture window (with curtains closed and I still have a couple feet of slack.  “Perfect!  Let’s try one last thing.  Just for giggles.”



“Ok?”



“Back downstairs mister.”  



She spun me around and marched me back towards the stairs, we carefully went down them one by one trying not to get tangled up in the chain.  As I reached the bottom step I began to feel tension in the chain.  



“See if you can reach the door,” she inquired.  



I took a step towards the door and the chain lifted off the ground.  Another step and I could reach out and touch the door but the chain was tight, nearly fully extended.



“Oh my god, that is too perfect,” Kristen delighted.  “Let’s go back upstairs to watch some TV.  I will order us some food!”



We went back upstairs and sat on the couch.  I did my best to pull the robe down behind me so I wasn’t sitting bare-assed on her couch.  She grabbed the remote and put on some dating show from Netflix.  Not sure why we even turned on the TV, she wasn’t really watching any of it, just tinkering on her phone the whole time.  Meanwhile, I watched every second of it, trying to keep myself from adjusting my balls or the chain.  After 15 minutes or so she hands me her phone.  “What do you want to eat?”



It’s a sandwich shop app and she has a couple things in the cart already.  I poke through the menu quick and find something I like.  I get it added to the cart and pass the phone back to her.  “Thank you.”



“No problem,” she says with a grin.



About 25-30 minutes go by and we hear a ring at the door.  Alright, food time!  I wait a moment for her to get up and grab it, since she ordered it (she her robe completely covers her), but no luck.  She looked at me sternly and said, “Well aren’t you going to go get it?  It’s already paid for, you just need to grab it.”



“You can’t be serious.”



“Oh, I am serious.  Deadly serious.”  



She bites her lower lip and reaches for the chain but before she can grab it I give in.  “OK OK. I’ll get it.  Unlock me?”



“HAHAHAHAHAHA.  No such luck.  You can reach the door.  You got this.”



The doorbell rings again.  “COMING,” I belt out.  



Fuck, how am I going to do this.  I quickly get up from the couch and shuffle down the stairs sideways with the chain slinking down behind me.  I get to the bottom and the chain lifts off the stairs.  I know that I can get to the door and open it but I will be facing away from it and it will draw way too much attention to myself and be super awkward.  I then get an idea.  I step over the chain so now I can face the door, but now my balls are pulled backwards through my legs by the chain.  I take one more step towards the door so I can stand upright at the crack in the door and the delivery person will be none-the-wiser but now the chain is completely tight and my balls are completely behind me up my buttcrack. This hurts like hell, the stretch is incredible but I can hold it for a couple seconds to avoid ultimate embarrassment. 



To make matters worse Kristen is upstairs watching this whole thing unfold, laughing her ass off. I take a gulp and with one arm I hold my robe closed as best I can and with the other I open the door enough to stick my head through.  Outside is a gorgeous blonde wearing a red delivery hat and her hair pulled back in a ponytail.  “Hello sir, I have your order.”



“Oh good thank you.”  With my door hand I reach out to carefully grab the bag of food.



“Kristen, is that you up there?  I thought I recognized the name on the order”



“Stacy?  Hey!! How are you?”



“Oh I’m good,” the cute delivery girl responds.  “How have you been?”



“I’ve been great.  Having a lot of fun!”



Stacy the delivery girl eyes me up and down a bit, “I can see that!  Who’s your friend?”



“Oh him?  That’s Todd.”  



My balls are screaming right now and I am doing the best I can to maintain a smile while at the same time the details of my predicament are slowly coming into focus as Stacy continues to scan me.  Her eyes lock onto the chain leading from me up the stairs to where Kristin is standing.



“Hiiiiii Todd,” Stacy says curiously without taking her focus off the chain.  



“Hi Stacy.”



Kristen notices Stacy staring at the chain.  Kristen grabs the section of the chain closest to her at the top of the stairs and lifts it up a couple feet, pulling my balls back a couple inches.  I bend over, not wanting to leave my position at the crack of the door, and I wince at the increased tension.  Stacy’s eyes go wide as Kristen releases the chain allowing it to snap back into place and causing me to groan.  I close my eyes and do my best to smile.



“Oh my,” Stacy laughs.  Kristen joins her in laughing.  “Well it looks like you have your hands full here Kristen.  You two have fun, enjoy your lunch.”



“Thanks,” I say as I close the door.  My face, about as red as her delivery hat.  “And thank you for that!”



“Hahaha any time!  Now bring me the food slave!”