Neighbours - Chapter 58 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 58

... nearly touching.

She reached down and cupped my cock and balls with one hand, making me gasp. Her other hand slid up and rested on my chest just over my left nipple.

“You are handsome, Christopher, but you are also pretty. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes, Mistress, well, yes, sort of,” I stammered.

“There’s something about the shape of your body, the softness of your skin, even the nature of your features…” she smiled. “‘Pretty’ is almost the only way to properly describe it.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” was all I could think of to say.

She smiled even wider.

“Not every man would thank someone for calling them pretty,” she commented, “but you are welcome.”

She stepped away, and I watched her gather up some items and place them on a small rolling cart. She moved around the room, selecting things one or two at a time, and then she wheeled the cart back towards me, stopping just beside me where I couldn't quite see all that she’d chosen. I could only watch and feel as she started.

First were leather cuffs around my ankles. The leather felt stiff and strong and yet soft and padded against my skin. She immediately affixed a spreader bar between them, forcing my legs to spread wider.

She stood once more, in front of me and close. With my legs spread so wide, I was as if she'd grown a couple of inches of height against me. Her hands slid down over my chest once more before she moved around behind me. She lifted up another spreader bar, but this one was ...

... different in that it had a ring at the centre of it. She secured that ring to the back of my collar.

One side at a time, she extended my arm out to the end of the bar and buckled my wrist into a waiting cuff. When she was finished, I was left standing there, bound and secured, with my arms stretched out fully. I couldn't move more than a few inches and my body was very exposed. She took a few steps back, circling me again, taking her time to appreciate what she had done.

“I’m going to take some photos, Christopher. We can discuss later what will become of them, but for now, this is too precious not to record for posterity.”

She wasn’t asking, I noticed. She lifted a full-sized digital SLR camera from the cart and quickly took a few shots of my predicament. I felt my skin warm up as the lens moved over me.

When she set it down, she lifted something else up from the cart. It seemed at first like a curved strip of leather, an arcing C shape, with dangling bits of chain. I looked down, not understanding what it was, until she leaned down and guided it around my balls. There were snaps that closed the arc of leather into a funnel shape, trapping my balls within it. The chains dangled down between my spread legs.

“This is called a parachute, or a ball stretcher, Christopher. It isn’t going to hurt, exactly. Rather you might find that it helps to build up an ache. Especially as I add weights to these chains.”

To demonstrate her point, she did just that: she hooked ...