FWB Makes Me Her Sex Slave for the Weekend - Saturday Afternoon

We ate at the coffee table in the living room and I cleaned up afterwards. We decided to watch a movie since we were both full from lunch and didn’t feel like messing around (for once).  This time she let me choose the movie and with her approval I landed on ‘The Three Stooges’ remake from 2012.  

We watched the movie most of the way through until we hit a certain scene.  The scene in question is where an antagonist finds himself in a lion’s enclosure but the lion is chained up and cannot reach him.  So what does he do?  He swats at it and teases in.  Meanwhile, two of the stooges try to feed a peanut to a dolphin and when it gets stuck in the dolphin’s blowhole, Larry jumps into the water to save it with the heimlich maneuver (yes, it's as dumb as it sounds).  Finally the peanut becomes dislodged and shoots out of the dolphin’s blowhole with great force, shooting across the zoo.  It eventually ends up hitting the lion in the balls and you can see its big fuzzy balls bounce in response and its eyes well up with rage (it breaks free and attacks the antagonist if you are curious).  

Kristen began laughing and laughing, nearly uncontrollable.  I thought it was dumb but I nervously laughed with her.  When she finally calmed down she picked up the remote and paused the movie. “Wow, that was great.  That lion was so pissed.  How come you don’t get pissed?  You just whimper and moan,” she teased.  

I blushed, “I dunno.  I guess it hurts too much to get pissed.”

Then I don’t know what it was, but I saw a fire in her eyes.  I don’t know if it was seeing those big fuzzy balls bouncing on the big screen, or the slight fear she instilled in me, but she was inspired.  She shut off the TV and set the remote control down on the coffee table.  “Take off your robe.”  She stood up from the couch.  “Stay right here.”

As she went downstairs I disrobed (literally) and waited patiently for her on the couch. A couple moments later she re-emerged with a small drawstring bag.  “Stand up and put your hands behind your back,” she commanded.  

I did as I was told.  She circled behind me and I felt the cold of steel tighten around both of my wrists.  Once she let go of them I pulled them to the side to get a look.  These were cold steel handcuffs, police issued.  Not the fun little kink store ones.

“There, that should hold you.  I got ‘em from my Aunt.  She’s a detective.” 

I took a gulp and nodded obediently.  Secretly shitting myself.  She picked up the chain attached to my balls and began to pull me.  With my hands secured behind my back, I obediently followed the pull of the chain.  I no longer could reach out and grab the chain to protect myself if I wanted. “Let’s see what kind of goodies I have in the kitchen.”

She walked me over to the first drawer in the kitchen and found lots of cooking utensils.  She pulled out a big plastic spatula, one that looked like it could hold a whole pancake.  “This one is perfect.”  She grabbed me by the balls and used them to turn me so that my butt was facing her.  She smacked my ass with it, alternating cheeks and counting out loud.  “One!  Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!!!”

The plastic stung like crazy.  My whole ass was stinging and likely red.  I did my best to grin and bear it.  

“Didn’t like that one much?  Ok.”  She set the big spatula on the counter and continued digging around.  Next she found a much smaller but thicker rubber spatula.  She smacked me on the ass a couple times and it produced a more satisfying thud sound each time.  “One, two, three, four, five, SIX!”

“Hmmmm”, she bit her lip and reached around me, feeling around until she found my balls once more.  She got a good grip and used them to turn me back to facing her.  She grabbed the padlock firmly in her hands and twisted it so that my nuts faced the ceiling as she liked to do.  “One!  Two! Three!”  Three quick slaps across the balls with the flat of the rubber spatula.  I bent over groaning from the pain.

“Don’t like that at all?!”  She laughed and hit me two more times with it, slightly harder than the first three.  “Four!  FIVE!!!”

She threw that spatula onto the counter with the first, “We might go back to that one.  What else do we got?”  After some more digging she produced some large metal tongs with the tips coated in rubber (the kind you likely use for picking up meat).  “Oooh, this could be fun.”

She held them up to my face and clanged them shut a couple times.  “What do you think?”  She burst with laughter before I could answer.  “Let’s see.”  

She opened them up and slowly brought them down to my balls, she grinned as she studied my expression.  Gently, she closed the tongs onto my bound ball sack.  They fit in the tongs quite well actually and my balls weren’t going anywhere.  She squeezed the handle but was not very satisfied with the result, not all of her force transferred to my balls.  Next she rotated the handle to twist my balls.  The grips on each tong held my balls firmly and they twisted along with the tongs.  She made it almost a full rotation before I was standing on my tippy toes and whimpering.  

“Oooh, I like this.”  

She brought the tongs down and up, then left and right.  I followed wherever she led me.  She giggled all the while she pushed and pulled, twisted and untwisted.  Finally she released her death grip and my balls fell back into place.  “Haha, yes.  Definitely one of my favorites so far.”

She put the tongs on the counter, closed the utensil drawer and opened up the drawer next to it.  This drawer’s contents seemed to be a little more random.  She dug through it until she found what looked like a garlic press.  If you are unfamiliar there is a small box attached to a handle, which is missing one side and has holes in the opposite side of the box.  The missing side is attached to the other handle which squeezes the contents of the box through the small holes.  Her eyes lit up brightly when she held this up, but when she brought it down to my testicles she knew there was no way, not even half of a testicle would fit in the small crushing box.  “DAMN, too small.  That could have been fun.”

She looked up to see the small panic in my face and chuckled.  She threw the garlic press back into the drawer and pulled out another tool, a nutcracker.  “Ohh a nutcracker.  Want me to crack your nuts?,” she joked.  She tried to put the metal nutcracker around one of my captive balls but it kept slipping out every time she tried to squeeze.  “That’s dumb,” she said as she cast it aside.  She went back into the drawer and this time pulled out a larger plastic, yellow tool.  “Oooh, now here we go.” 

I knew what it was but she explained it to me anyway.  “It’s a lemon press.  You put half a lemon in here and squeeze the handle shut to get all the juice out.”

I feel like my eyes bulged out of my head and I shook my head no in short and feverish movements but it didn’t matter.  She nodded her head yes and that was all that mattered.  She smiled at me as she opened the press and lifted it up to my balls.  With her other hand she coerced my captive balls into the device.  I pulled back a little bit but she grabbed the padlock firmly.  “Quit it.  We are doing this.  I want to get ALLLL the juice out of these balls.”

I pushed my hips forward in compliance, allowing my balls to fall into the mouth of the lemon press once more.  “Good boy.”  

She grabbed the handle and slowly brought it shut.  I felt the cold plastic on both sides of my balls as the two ends met with my balls in the middle.  With a hand on each handle she squeezed the two together.  The padlock kept my balls from slipping out of the press as the two halves squeezed together.  The squeeze was incredible.  She was able to bring the handles together close enough where she only needed one hand now to hold it closed as she continued to squeeze.  I felt like my balls were going flat as she squeezed and squeezed.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I began to whimper.  Eventually my whimper became a soft beg, “Please queen, I cannot take anymore.”

She was loving every bit of this.  She may have been rubbing herself with her free hand.  She had my whole world in that one little hand, effortlessly holding me captive.  She could have lightened up.  She could have released me.  But she didn’t.  She just held me there and maintained her pressure, getting off on the control.  She held me in place by my balls, naked and handcuffed, in her kitchen with her little yellow, $5, plastic, lemon press.  She had all the power and she knew it.  She studied my face as it twisted and contorted.  She fed off of my energy.  She was perfectly content to hold me like this all day and she did for quite a long time, but finally she took mercy on me and released her grip.  I cannot say how long it was but to me it felt like an eternity.  My balls had red and white marks from the press, including little white spots from where the holes were.

“WOW, that worked amazing.  That’s going into my naughty bag.  No more produce for you Mr. Lemon Press!  I now dub thee, Mr Testicle Press!”  She tossed the lemon (testicle) press onto the couch in the living room and continued to rummage through the drawer as I tried to regain my composure.  

Next she pulled out a chrome metal mallet.  “Meat tenderizer!!” she exclaimed.  “Isn’t that a little on the nose?  I feel like your meat is already quite tender.”

I nodded in agreement.  

“Oh well.  Maybe if you misbehave later.”  She lifted it up and slammed it down onto a cutting board on the counter.  “Whammo!!!!”

She continued to pull out various implements, hold them up to my balls, shake her head and put them back.  Eventually she found a pinwheel looking thing.  I think they are used for poking holes in pizza crust to prevent them from bubbling.  Without saying another word she lightly traced my chest with the pinwheel.  From left to right, up and down, she traced.  She made circles around my nipples and slowly the circles got smaller and smaller until the pinwheel was on the nipples directly.

Being the cock hound that she is, she didn’t stay on my chest long.  The pinwheel made its way south and traced my pelvis, then slowly up and down my cock.  Around the cock head she circled, then up and down the underside of it.  The prickling sensation caused my cock to bounce and jerk in response.  I felt every sharp little contact the wheel made on its journey.  She finally took the pinwheel off my cock and with her trademark, devilish grin, moved the pinwheel to my bound testicles. Once again I felt each prick with a heightened sense as she traced up and down my defenseless scrotum.  The wheel was quite sharp so I stayed as still as I could while she worked it on my sensitive bits.  Satisfied with her work she set the pinwheel down on the counter and closed the drawer.

“Oh well, we can give these guys a little break.”  She reached down and gently cupped my aching balls.  “Ooh, they are quite warm.”  She paused for a moment then lit up.  “I’ve got just the thing.  Come slave.”  

She pulled the chain and brought me to the end of the kitchen where we stopped at the fridge.  “How about I cool those down for you?”  

Without waiting for a response, she opened up the freezer and grabbed a couple ice cubes from the tray.  She brought the ice cubes down and slowly rubbed them around on my warm testicles.  I gasped at their first touch, the cold coming as a bit of a shock.  She then rubbed one of the cubes up and down the length of my shaft, leaving a small trail of water as she worked it.

“Mmmm, does that feel good?”

“Yes queen.  Thank you.”  While the cold was slightly shocking it was soothing in a sense.

“Good, good.”  She tossed the two ice cubes into the sink and got down onto her knees.  She licked up and down my cock, cleaning up the water trail left behind by the ice.  But she didn’t stop there.  Next, she took my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on it as she sucked.  Within moments I was fully erect and working towards my first orgasm of the day.  She lightly cupped my wet balls as she rhythmically sucked and sucked.  My breathing deepened as I gave myself over to her mouth.  

“No no no.  Not so fast there, sport.  No cumming for you.  Not yet anyways.”  She stood up and shook her head.  “My turn.”  She picked up the chain and once again led me around by the balls.  We made our way back into the living room.  She put out her leg and pushed the coffee table away from the couch with it.  “Lift up your leg,” she commanded.

I lifted up my leg and she brought the chain under it so that the chain was now leading back between my legs.  “You kneel here.”  She gestured to a spot on the floor just in front of the couch.  I began to kneel.  “Carefully, don’t fall over.”  She sat down on the couch facing me and opened up her robe.  “Alright slave.  Get to work.”

I bent over and slowly began eating her out.  She was warm, sweet, and very wet.  It seems she was quite turned on.  Perhaps it was the lemon press?  As I licked and probed with my tongue I felt the chain travel up my ass crack, it would appear that she never put it down.  She pulled the chain until it was now firmly up my butt crack and my balls were pulled up behind me nearly touching my anus. She looped the chain around her hand and maintained a strong pull on the chain to incentivize me.  

I began to swirl my tongue more furiously and sucked at her clit.  Her free hand came down and grabbed the back of my head thrusting my face into her pussy more deeply.  I sucked and licked feverishly and gasped for breath whenever I got a chance.  Her body tensed and she moaned her first orgasm.  Her hand on my head released its pressure and pushed me away at my forehead.  The chain loosened up as well.  We both were breathing heavily but for different reasons.  Once her breathing returned to normal she grabbed the back of my head once more and pulled on the chain.  “Again,” was all she said to me.

I went at it again and within a couple minutes she had her second orgasm.  This time I was a little more out of breath than the first.  I seemed to have had fewer opportunities to catch a breath since she had brought up her thighs this time and was squeezing my head with them.  I didn’t even get a chance to fully get my breath back this second time around until I hear another, “AGAIN.”

This woman is insatiable.  The chain is now being pulled with so much force I feel like she intends to pull my balls off entirely.  My face is buried in her pussy with great pressure holding my head down with her free hand.  Her thighs are up once again which prevent me from even turning my head and my hands are still cuffed behind my back so I can’t push away.  I think I might actually suffocate.  What a way to go!  I tilt my head slightly down and try to draw a breath at my neck but end up getting half a lung of warm air from her vagina cavity but it's not enough.  I shake my head to try and free it up a little but she doesn’t notice over her waves of pleasure.  Finally, I do the only thing I have left, I bite her.  Not a hard bite but good enough for her to notice.  I give a quick little chomp on her outer labia and she pushes my head away.  “What the fuck?!”

“I’m sorry,” I say gasping.  “I had to.  Was ….running….out of…..air.”

She pauses a moment then bursts out laughing.  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.  I get a little carried away.”

“It’s ok.”

After that close call we decided to take a break and watch another movie.