Sunday afternoon. Gilles’s place. I’m tired from lunch with parents, but excited. We chat. He slips leather cuffs on my wrists. Game on. ‘Wearing your geisha balls since Tuesday?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Heart races. He orders them in me all the time. Constant control. Thrilling. No more touching myself. Only he owns my orgasms. Pussy twitches at the thought. We head to the bedroom. Repeat of Tuesday, but I beg permission to cum. He grants it. I suck him off, swallow every drop. Bliss.
He wants my whole next weekend. Toys too. Vibrator, egg, dildo—hand them over tomorrow. Days drag. Balls inside me daily. Thinking of him soaks me. No masturbation. Wednesday morning, urge hits hard. Can’t. Thursday, erotic stories online torture me. Friday, I’m a live wire. Needing release like a junkie.
The Awakening: Craving the Edge
Saturday, he picks me up. Straight to his bed. Strip. Arms out. He checks my dripping pussy. Pulls balls out hard. Shockwave of pleasure. On all fours. Cuffs chained to bedposts. Ankles too. Blindfolded. Waiting. Eternity. Thighs slick. He teases. Fingers barely graze. Then vibrator plunges in. Twisting, thrusting. I buck. Egg next. Kisses my lips, max speed. I scream, grind on his face. Stops, starts. Clit play. Fingers fill me. ‘Like being stuffed like a bitch?’ ‘Yes, Master!’
Machine clamps my clit. Auto-milker. Intense. ‘No cumming.’ I explode anyway. Punishment: crop on ass. Pain mixes with clit buzz. Cum again. Break for lunch. Pasts, chicken. Chat like lovers. Walk, movie. Evening fellatio lesson. Strip slow. Whip with martinet for sloppiness. Back stings. Suck better. Anal play later. Fingers stretch me. First anal orgasm. Thank him. Anal beads. Five in. Punished for forgetting thanks. Cat-o’-nine-tails. Count. More whips. Finally free. Nap.
The Act: Bound and Broken in Ecstasy
Dinner out. Ass burns on seat. Back home, debrief. Sunday shower tender. Lie about parents. Caught no balls. Punished on tits. Kneeling reflection. Leashed like pet. Dishes with clit tease. Cum hard. More anal. Massage when I hurt. Evening talk. Dinner, home alone. Empty.
The Secret: Back to normal. Work early. No one knows. Ass marked, pussy owned. Crave next fix. This forbidden rush—my dirty obsession. Thrill of hiding it fuels me. Society’s eyes blind to my surrender. I smile, secret safe. Pulsing need lingers.