The stress was immediately intense but, of course, only beginning to grow. And of course Mistress was also only getting started. First she stuffed in and strapped tight the usual ball-gag. And then she broke out something new.
These turned out to be two tight clips, which she clamped to my n*****s with a sinister giggle of delight. The pain of this was sharp and exquisite – at least at first. But at as the blood flow lapsed and my nerves short-circuited it began to dull. At least, that is, until Mistress hung heavy weights from each clip, pulling each tender tit down and both reawakening and increasing the agony. Then, still giggling, she noosed a rope about the base of my always enormous erection, giving herself a handy leash to control it with. Then she picked up her riding crop, pulled
