Third Domination - Sex Stories

Third Domination

... narrow piece of hemp rope on the sofa. ‘Sit. Spread your legs.’ I do as I am told, with eager anticipation. She grabs my balls and the narrow rope and looks me in the eyes. ‘Now, those balls and that cock is way too loose. We need to keep it under control.’ She starts to wrap the rope around my cock and balls, first one round, then a second, tighter round. Third round. I can feel the bl**d start to pack into my cock, making it even harder. I let out a small moan of pleasure as her hands stretch my skin as she wraps a fourth round of rope around my sack. ‘And then I want to wrap these balls so that your cum does not escape too soon. Let’s see. First the one and then the other…’ She starts to make a figure eight with the rope first wrapping it around one of my testicles, then the other. She continues this for several rounds until my balls are both wrapped really well. ‘And then a knot…how tight shall we make it?’ she looks at me as she starts to tighten the knot. Her lips are slightly parted as she squeezes the knot tighter and tighter. The tightening rope feels awesome as the skin of my balls and cock is stretched more and more. Just when the tightness is just the way I like it, she stops. ‘There. That is good.’ She is my mistress, and she always knows exactly what I need. ‘Such a pretty package.’ Her hands start to slide on my thighs, on my stomach, and then her fingers touch my balls. I breathe in sharply as her touch sends shivers up from my crotch to my toes and back up my ...

... spine. Her hands slowly crawl around my wrapped balls and she gives them a squeeze with her left hand, and her right hand slowly slides up the shaft of my penis. ‘Aaaah.’ I let out a sigh of pleasure at her touch. It feels divine, and the knowledge of more pleasure soon to come is a torture. ‘Follow me.’ she says as she stands up and, grabbing my cock again, leads me down the dark corridor. I walk awkwardly behind her, looking at the rooms we pass on either side. Mirror room. A red room with a large metal cross with leather bindings. A room with a large armchair and a table that looks like a massage table. A couple of rooms have closed doors, and my mind, though almost totally focused in the expectation of the coming session, still has time to wonder what kind of chambers are hidden from view in this house of BDSM pleasure. We reach the end of the corridor, and there is a large room to the right, with candlelight flickering via the open door. This is it. We reach the door and she leads me inside. Oh. My. God. My jaw drops as I see what she has prepared for me. The room is filled with a large, odd looking frame, clearly meant for holding a person still. But at the other end of the frame there is a seat. And on the seat there is a half-naked petite slave girl, tied down with leather belts, her legs stretched open, and her pussy lips facing us. She is dressed in a leather vest that leaves her tits and pussy visible, and she has a black mask hiding the top of her face, but I can ...