Losing a bet to my girlfriend - Sex Stories

Losing a bet to my girlfriend

... think you'll enjoy, even if you don't get to see all that much of it." "Mmmph." A few moments later, she stepped behind me. Her divine form came into my field of vision as she knelt down behind me; I saw the strap-on firmly attached to her crotch, and my mind melted at the sight of the rest of her dominating feminine appearance. "I'm sure that you just can't wait to have me take your tight little ass, now can you?" As best I could, I shrugged my shoulders. It really didn't matter what I could or couldn't wait for, now did it? "Ha ha! Okay, well you get to wait for just a little bit longer. There's one or two last little details I want to attend to, first." "Mmmph," I replied. Go right ahead. She started her ministrations with a small leather device that made me moan deeply into my gag as soon as I saw it. Removing the crotch of my rubber suit, she took a moment to stroke my hard and leaking member, sending waves of electric pleasure throughout my body. Then she started tugging at my scrotum to bring my balls away from my body. Once the skin had loosened enough, she took "Chevron Stretcher" and wrapped it around my dangling balls. At the top of the hood there is a strap that allow you to close the top like a bag or a purse, which in this case firmly attaches the leather ball-sack to my f****y jewels. Careful to find that balance between intense pleasure and slight discomfort, my Mistress tightened the strap tightly enough so that I felt continuous pressure, but not so tight ...

... as to cause me any distress. However, she still wasn't quite finished. Attached to the bottom of the ball-sack is a long cord that we often used to tie to various weights. This time, however, she tied it directly to the spreader bar beneath me. It was rather insidious, really. My arms were pulled up so high that I couldn't bend down very much, and now that my balls were tied to the bar between my ankles, I couldn't stand up too much either. In all, I probably had about a quarter- to a half-inch of space that was bearable; standing too high meant that my balls got stretched, and crouching too low meant that my shoulders got wrenched. Since I couldn't do so externally, I nodded my head internally. I love my Mistress. She really knows how to treat a man. "Now you are making quite a mess with all this pre-cum, my dear. What do you think we should do about that?" "Rrmmmrrrmmm." I don't know. "Hmmmm... I think I have just the thing." And with that, she reached up and rolled a condom down my shaft, followed by a tight cockring. I nearly came right then and there from the stimulation, but I managed to hold it back. However, once that thing was at the base of my shaft, it would be impossible for me to truly come, anyway. My mistress could fuck me for hours and I'd never find true release. I almost came again at the thought. "Now," she said triumphantly, "I think you're ready to be fucked like the sissy-slut that you are, my darling Natalie." "Umph hmmph!" I replied emphatically. Coming ...