There are many types of pain that a slave is subjected to by their Mistress and Mistress Maggie is adept at deploying most of them. There is the sharp pain of the crop, the sharp stinging rays of the violet wand, the rhythmic pulsations of her e-stim, and many more. Maggie deployed all of the above on this slave today but none that was quite so insidious as the pain that creeps up on you then takes your breath away. Mistress was in a particularly cruel mood and my balls were going to take the brunt of her ingenuity and sadistic artistry.
Two pairs of chopsticks were displayed in my limited field of view and I assumed my nipples were in for treatment, but oh no. As Maggie disappeared I felt my previously cocoa buttered balls once more being massaged and separated and a pair of chop-sticks being clamped round my right ball, rubber bands were then wrapped round several times, tightening their grip on my ball. After a couple of really hefty tugs and a little more rubber-band tightening, Mistress was satisfied the testicle was firmly gripped and could not escape and then gave the left ball the same treatment.
I managed to absorb what I thought was a little pain as Maggie seemed delighted with her work. Next came four lengths of paracord, that according to the picture (I couldn't see Maggie's handy work) were secured with clips to the chopsticks, fed underneath the gynae chair and joined at centre front ready for stretching.
All the while I could feel the pain building as Maggie lent between my legs and applied her considerable strength to tighten the ropes, stretching my balls east and west and then joining the whole to my slave collar. A dull ache was developing but it still felt manageable and anyway Mistress had put in a lot of thought and hard work into creating her perfect chop-stick dish.
It was the addition of the oft-used ball gag that broke my resolve, I was to raise my head while Maggie buckled it on which in turn pulled on my tethers and my balls twitched in sympathy with every move, an invasive pain began creeping up through my balls and I knew I had crossed the ‘edge’. Maggie decided that was enough ball stretching torture for one day and quickly had them removed; the chopsticks not my bollocks! My balls were returned to their usual position and recovery was almost instantaneous.
Lunchtime arrived in the torture clinic. Maggie, now overdue her dinner break, stuck the ball gag back in and sat between my pinioned legs and munched on her cracker, cheese and cucumber lunch. I just marvelled at being owned by a perfect Mistress but was disappointed that my lack of staying power had forced the unnecessary delay to her lunch.
Refreshed, relaxed and ready for more nursing, Maggie removed my butt plug and replaced it with the long set of anal beads; they go a long way up your bum. My balls were then tied up like Chinese dough balls and she produced a small white box that contained half a dozen suction electrodes. Maggie demonstrated their use and applied quite a lot of electro gel to my scrotum, then proceeded to fix three of them in a triangular formation. That was three electrodes and I was left in no doubt where the fourth one would go, as Mistress snipped off the corner from a sachet of lube, dipped in her urethral electro probe, made a few suggestive gestures and quickly and easily inserted it all the way up my cock.
By now, I was much more relaxed after the chopsticks and back to being totally focused on pleasing Maggie. The e-stim was set to program 3 and the level varied between 5 and 11. A totally different feeling in my balls now and relatively easy compared to the Chinese chopstick torture, and I was alert enough to catch Maggie saying in her sweetest tones that I would be fed later, when she’d finished her playtime and I’d had my treatment.
As always, you are just getting used to one aspect of Maggie's playtime when, just at that time when you think you are OK, playtime changes again. On went a gas mask with attached re-breather and I just caught a glimpse of Mistress setting up her violet wand before the bug blindfolds were placed across the lenses and I was blind.
Maggie laughed, but it wasn't until I saw this image that I realised what Maggie found so amusing. Is it an optical illusion or has Mistress developed a new and special medical treatment for her slave? After all she has already sewn my cock and balls into a homogeneous blob, but this image seems to suggest I now have three testicles. I can see that having three to play with might amuse my Mistress!
I felt some liquid being splashed all over my front. Ah a refreshing shower I thought until I was told it was special liquid to help the glass electrodes glide and me appreciate the wand. First the pointed bit to deliver a very sharp, isolated burst, then the comb which develops a wider but slightly diffused shock and then finished with the pointed shaped electrode again. (Maggie obviously told me which fitting I was ’enjoying' as I was totally blind).
Mistress is an expert at this, carefully measuring the distance between electrode and skin so that just the right amount of excitement is created. Of course as a slave you only ever get imperceptible clues as to where the next jolt may be delivered. You might just sense the faintest of tingles in the vicinity as Maggie lines up to pounce.
Although shocking, the pain associated with this is short, sharp and immediate and after a couple of deep breaths, you are ready, if ready is the right word, for the next shocking experience. But for the restraining straps, Maggie would have had me dancing a merry dance, but as it was I did only manage a few large twitches.
I had done my best for my Mistress, even though it may only have been mediocre but Maggie thought I had earned a good shower and a drink to finish off an exhausting session. Maggie had that really disarming and enchanting smile as she had been sipping her drinks throughout the session, now with the slightest smile and twinkle in her eyes, she didn't need to say where my drink and shower were coming from.
The large plastic sheet was spread out on the playroom floor, and as I lay in the centre Mistress showered me all over: chest, cock and balls and of course head and shoulders. Then standing above my mouth Mistress declared it my feeding time and instructed me to catch my drink, which I eagerly did. It sure is one helluva a good way to finish off a taxing session.
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