11 Pounds of Ball Weights

I was absolutely bricking today's session. Not because of what Mistress Maggie had suggested in the call up mail  '. . . your balls will undergo an alternative treatment in an effort to make them hang evenly. . .' That was expected, as I had made a rather stupid comment the last time Mistress had stretched my balls, saying that the weights she had applied were comfortable. Nor was it the strong hints from Maggie that  '. . . The clinic will be used for conducting demonstrations on how to get the best deals on your gas and electric. . .' I knew, if I was focused that I would try and endure anything that Mistress required.

No, my greatest fear was the consequences of a cardinal sin I discovered whilst waiting for my appointed time. In a sense, it was fortunate that I had assumed my butt plug was in my kit bag 'as it always is' and had only discovered it was missing 10 minutes before the session. That only gave me 10 minutes of abject panic. I resolved that there was only one course I could take. I would confess to Maggie and throw myself on her mercy: The only option as I have always promised to be honest with Mistress.

Mistress had warned me that it would be a good idea for me to screw on my steel ball weight and give my balls a pre-session workout, as they would be treated to a serious stretching challenge. A good slave always follows orders from his Mistress, so with my ball weight in place as instructed, balls swinging as I walked, I made my way to session. 

I arrived, blurted out my confession and apology and was flabbergasted by Maggie's nonchalant and relatively relaxed action. Not what I expected at all. I was still desperately worried as I followed Mistresses stunning tight black latex covered rump, topped off with her delightfully tight olive green top and black open faced hood. It was a shame that I was so worried because that sight was one that deserved and demanded my full attention.

Oh well, nothing I could do now so on with my training. A quick explanation of the proceedings by Maggie, a visit to the bathroom to change from outer clothes to my slaves clothes of latex gloves, latex stockings and of course my slave collar that I always arrive in. A quick powder and I was in my latex suit. Mistress tidying the zips, cleaning and polishing and a final smooth all over and her slave was dressed. Well almost; the final item was the superbly fitting waist corset. This time Maggie paid extra attention to gathering in my ample girth and tightened the straps as far as she could pull them.

It was at this point that I realised Maggie had been teasing me. She instructed me to bend over for my butt plug and with that musical laugh Maggie possesses, retrieved the missing plug from behind the curtain. 'I thought I would have a little fun teasing you, slave'.  I was soooo relieved and relaxed that the errant plug needed only a little coaching and lubrication and it was sucked in to its rightful place.

 I was then sat on The Bondage Chair with my exposed butt plug showing through the central hole. Maggie secured me with a few chains and set about teasing me some more. The room vibrator was wedged against my butt plug and put into motion whilst Maggie enclosed my head in a clear plastic bag, occasionally removing the vibrator and using it to good effect on herself. Oh the frustration as I watched as Mistresses eyes closed and a little gasp crept from her lips. Something was definitely wrong. Mistress kept teasing, the vibrator kept vibrating and when Maggie pressed her delicious lips on my plastic mouth, inevitably I embarrassed myself inside my latex suit.

No contact with cock or balls at all. Just Mistress teasing and the vibrator. I couldn't help myself and for the second time today I apologised to Maggie.

I know why Mistress likes her cock to be under control and premature ejaculation can have dire consequences on the dynamics of a session. It can change the mood of the slave and of course adversely affect the enjoyment of Mistress. However, there was no way that I was prepared to allow my embarrassment to interfere with Maggie's enjoyment and I was determined to continue my efforts through to the end. Still chained to the chair I readily agreed for Mistress to fit me with the full system mask. I think when I am not distracted with my recent embarrassment it will be superb to wear, and I hope Maggie does not take today's slightly negative reaction as a true reflection of how much I will enjoy future fittings. Sadly I struggled to feel fully comfortable in the heavy mask. After a short period Mistress thought enough was enough and I was sent off to the bathroom with my tail between my legs and ordered to return once I had cleaned up the mess of my own making.

Then, oh how I wished I had not been so blasé about the effect on my balls when being stretched in an earlier session. At that time I rashly stated I was comfortable with the stretching. Never again. When Mistress asks I will always say I was at my limits.

No, on reflection I will continue to be totally honest no matter the consequences, although I may not be quite so cavalier. Today though I was right on my limits for my balls.

Mistress strung my wrists to the overhead, my legs forced wide on the iron spreader. On went the clamp over my existing ball weight and the gold weights were taken from their place on the Playroom shelf. Maggie selected the ones she liked and began tying them to the clamp. The first two were fine, I stood there feeling a little stretched and I told Mistress that I was OK. But there were two more even larger weights waiting to be deployed, so heavy that Mistress took extra care attaching those to her slave. These also were threaded, tied and left hanging from my groin while Mistress stepped back to take measure of her artistry. That was when it got really hard.

I had hardly got used to the ball weights when Mistress slithered up in a snake-like fashion, and with the gentlest touch from her latex covered abdomen against my cock and balls she set my balls swinging. Then in a clear voice ’Set timer to 5 minutes’. I knew what that meant, five minutes of hell. I managed to keep the weights swaying for a couple of minutes but that was it.

The closest I can get to conveying the real pain I was feeling was when I used to play rugby and got a real kick to the bollocks. That gut wrenching aftermath when you feel you cannot breathe. You need to go into the fetal position; you need to nurture your damaged balls; you just need it to stop. None of which were about to happen. All I could do was sag into the restraints and try and absorb the excruciating ache that  was building in my balls. But I was determined to endure as long as possible because that was what Maggie had decreed.  I sagged into the restraints and for the first time was really glad that I was held upright. The timer was still running but Maggie knew I had reached my limit and gently removed each weight in turn, the last one finally came off as the timer beeped the 5 minutes passing. I was knackered! Maggie weighed the pay-load after the session and the total weight suspended from my balls was eleven pounds!

What relief when I was released. I thought my ball sac would be down at ground level but did allow a little smile that I had more or less achieved what Mistress had wanted, and after all, they are hers to do as she wishes.

We moved into the Clinic when I found it very welcoming to be able to lie on the gynaecology couch. I was given a nice rubber mask to sniff through as Maggie hooked her tiring slave up to her halothane breathing circuit, to give me a whiff of TNT aroma. Now I know that TNT is supposed to be highly explosive, but it couldn’t compete with the embarrassing premature explosion I’d had earlier, when I was chained on the chair and being bagged and teased by Maggie, the bi-product being that some parts of my anatomy simply refused to stand to attention. Anyway, this slave discovered that if you are clumsy enough to embarrass yourself  then you can expect mood changes throughout the rest of the session.

Not that Maggie needed a large cock to play with, she had other plans. Under Maggie's instruction, her husband John had been hard at work in the creative department and had fashioned two twin wheeled electric pinwheels. One for each nipple. How very thoughtful of them both! It was my turn to try them today and I was about to feel the benefits of getting my gas and electric from the same supplier. Nipple zips opened, a quick squeeze on each nipple to make them stand up, another good supply of gas entering my nostrils via the face mask, then prick after prick of sharp electrifying pricks running across my nipples, it was a good job Maggie had strapped me down for the demo. I was not expecting to be shown how she streams two channels of electric through her property! I may get into trouble for saying this and my body would agree but I don’t think that Maggie was being very economical with her use of electricity.

Things did start to perk up somewhat as Mistress removed my butt-plug and once again mounted me on the couch. Imagine the sensation: Twin electrifying pin wheels rolling across both nipples as Mistress rhythmically exercised my arse hole. I was starting to get quite a lot of 'feeling' back in my cock and balls and beginning to wish once again that my training would go on forever with my excellent Mistress.

I was pleased that I had the balls to continue with my training after my earlier incident. It does alter the mood but I found with concentration and a short rest, I was able to return to that subservient zone but most importantly, I didn't totally disappoint Mistress Maggie.

The best comment was delivered by Maggie who said afterwards ‘. . . On a positive note it’s unlikely I can come up with anything meaner than today in time for your next session . . .’ Hmmm. I bet she can though.