“Nice, aren’t they?” she said, as she tugged on them firmly, making me aware of their fiendish bite.
“I know how much you like your balls tormented, so I think you’ll like this next bit of bondage.” She picked up a pair of leg irons from the desk and started to fumble with the larger center ring of the chain. Suddenly it snapped open. With her left hand, she grabbed my balls and closed the ring around my scrotum. Not to be outdone by the other devices she had already attached to my body, the ring around my testicles was covered with its own share of sharp, metal teeth. A thumb screw tightened it painfully around my sack, which separated my balls from my crotch.
Already I was feeling the unpleasantness of her devices. What had I done to displease her? Why was she being so cruel?
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