The leash around his neck pulls him toward her.
Thankfully, it isn't a long walk to the mistress.
Nina, a female guard with luxurious brown hair and a buxom figure hugged in a black spandex body-stocking, holds the leash.
Before they see the mistress, Nina double checks Jason at the door to make sure he's presentable.
His face has two-day stubble, but the mistress doesn't mind that. One of the girls will shave him before it gets any thicker.
Nina runs a soft towel over Jason's naturally bald head, his bare shoulders and his chest. She tugs at the silk rope that binds his hands to make sure he's tied tight.
Lastly, she pulls up his wine red bikini, the only piece of clothing that the men are allowed to wear here. It's so small that it's little more than a tight pouch for his genitals. With her hand, Nina adjusts Jason's bulge so that it neatly points up and doesn't hang to either side. She pays no mind to the erection he gets as a result.
After about a minute of this, she knocks on the mistress's door, the mistress calls her in and Nina leads Jason inside.
It's a large room, like an over-sized executive office, decorated all in red with a wood floor, thick curtains over the windows, and a private bathroom. A person could live here. It even has a bed in the far right corner. An indoor jacuzzi is visible past two windowed French doors.
At her ornate chair on the other side of the room, the mistress sits comfortably, sleek and slim in a black latex mini-dress, fetching legs crossed and abundant cleavage up top. Her skin is cloud white and her hair is a black waterfall. She wears a small studded nose ring and has a tattoo of a lilac on her left arm. The mistress watches Jason closely and smirks at his erection and his awkward steps across the room.
The guard stops Jason directly in front of the mistress and stands aside, still holding the leash.
"Time for your daily discipline," the mistress says. Her voice is high and girlish for someone of such authority.
She reaches two fingers between her breasts and pulls out a coin.
"Now," she continues, "as you know, we flip a coin. If it comes up tails, you get whipped on the ass. If it comes up heads, you get it in the balls. Do you have anything to say?"
"I'm just hoping for tails this time."
Jason got heads the last time two times he was here. He was curled up on the floor for a good half-hour each time and the pain throbbed the whole day.
"Well, good luck," the mistress says to the tied-up man. "Oh, and by the way, you are aware of our policy on masturbation here, correct? And you have followed that rule, correct?"
"Yes," he says. His voice trembles a little. He fidgets and tries to disguise it as stretching his neck muscles. He moves with a liar's body language.
Masturbation without permission is against the rules. Men who succumb are typically kept in restraints for an entire day or two to prevent further temptation.
The mistress looks Jason right in the eye for several seconds and then says "Okay, let's proceed."
The mistress tosses the coin and catches it on the drop. She covers it in the palm of her left hand and lets the suspense hang in the air for a few seconds.
Then she uncovers it.
Heads.
Jason's body temperature shoots up several degrees. He squirms a little in his bondage. The guard tugs at the leash.
"Ooh," the mistress says with a smile. "Three days in a row."
The mistress lays down her two-headed coin. It's the coin she uses for new prisoners, liars, masturbators, and whenever she feels like kicking a man in the nuts.
She stands up, kicks off her shoes and steps back. She'll use no toys here. The mistress crushes balls the old-fashioned way: with a kick.
Jason shuts his eyes.
"Eyes open!", she snaps at him.
Nina tugs at the leash and Jason does as he's told.
He watches the mistress walk back a few paces, like she's about to kick a football. Then she leaps forward, shifts her weight just right, and plants her bare foot in Jason's balls with all of her strength.
The sound is a loud smack followed by an instant male moan that fills the room.
Jason doubles over with the wet eyes and red face of a man for whom the whole world has shut down and nothing exists but his pain. He squeezes his eyes closed like he wants to dream all of this away.
"Don't let him fall down," the mistress says to Nina. "Tie him to the chair by the jacuzzi."
Nina pulls him to the chair. He limps over. It takes about a minute. She commands him to sit down and he does. Nina ties him to the chair with some silk rope that sits nearby.
"How's the water in the jacuzzi?", the mistress asks as she pulls down her stockings.
Nina dips in a toe. The jacuzzi is a few feet away. "Nice and warm," she says.
"Great," the mistress says. She lifts up her dress, pulls it over her head, takes it off, and lays it on her chair. She stands naked.
"Okay," the mistress continues, "I'll handle the masturbator from here. You can go now."
"Yes, mistress," Nina says. She leaves.
The mistress walks over to Jason and stands right in front of him. She's nude but for her nose ring.
"I know you masturbated last night," she says.
It's true.
"Who," she continues, "did you think about?"
"You," Jason says. His eyes are still closed. He's in a lot of pain.
The mistress smiles and then asks "What did you think about?"
Jason opens his eyes.
"This," he says.
"Well, that's extra naughty," she says, still smiling. "That's serious. That's worth at lot more shots to your balls.
"But first, I'm going to relax in the jacuzzi. You're welcome to watch. There's nothing else you can do, I guess."
She bends down and rests her hand on the bulge in Jason's prisoner bikini.
"Just try to keep this thing under control," she continues. "Or I may have to get a little rough with it."
The mistress stands and steps gently into the jacuzzi. The warm water kisses her all over.
Jason, meanwhile, emerges slightly from his testicular pain Twilight Zone. He watches the mistress in the jacuzzi. Her bare breasts are just above the water line. The rest of her nakedness is a blur. She tips her head back and closes her eyes. Jason watches her smooth, lovely neck.
Jason thinks about the rope that ties him down. He thinks about the mistress's curvy body, his imagination sliding into every crevice and contour. He thinks about the pain that still sits in his testicles and lower stomach. He thinks about the sweat that he can't wipe off that's collecting on his forehead.
Two things that he doesn't think about:
1) The lousy office job from which he's on vacation.
2) Saying the safeword.
The mistress raises her right leg straight up out of the jacuzzi and kicks some water at Jason. The droplets that land on his face and chest feel good.
All of this feels good. Even the things that feel bad.
Before they see the mistress, Nina double checks Jason at the door to make sure he's presentable.
His face has two-day stubble, but the mistress doesn't mind that. One of the girls will shave him before it gets any thicker.
Nina runs a soft towel over Jason's naturally bald head, his bare shoulders and his chest. She tugs at the silk rope that binds his hands to make sure he's tied tight.
Lastly, she pulls up his wine red bikini, the only piece of clothing that the men are allowed to wear here. It's so small that it's little more than a tight pouch for his genitals. With her hand, Nina adjusts Jason's bulge so that it neatly points up and doesn't hang to either side. She pays no mind to the erection he gets as a result.
After about a minute of this, she knocks on the mistress's door, the mistress calls her in and Nina leads Jason inside.
It's a large room, like an over-sized executive office, decorated all in red with a wood floor, thick curtains over the windows, and a private bathroom. A person could live here. It even has a bed in the far right corner. An indoor jacuzzi is visible past two windowed French doors.
At her ornate chair on the other side of the room, the mistress sits comfortably, sleek and slim in a black latex mini-dress, fetching legs crossed and abundant cleavage up top. Her skin is cloud white and her hair is a black waterfall. She wears a small studded nose ring and has a tattoo of a lilac on her left arm. The mistress watches Jason closely and smirks at his erection and his awkward steps across the room.
The guard stops Jason directly in front of the mistress and stands aside, still holding the leash.
"Time for your daily discipline," the mistress says. Her voice is high and girlish for someone of such authority.
She reaches two fingers between her breasts and pulls out a coin.
"Now," she continues, "as you know, we flip a coin. If it comes up tails, you get whipped on the ass. If it comes up heads, you get it in the balls. Do you have anything to say?"
"I'm just hoping for tails this time."
Jason got heads the last time two times he was here. He was curled up on the floor for a good half-hour each time and the pain throbbed the whole day.
"Well, good luck," the mistress says to the tied-up man. "Oh, and by the way, you are aware of our policy on masturbation here, correct? And you have followed that rule, correct?"
"Yes," he says. His voice trembles a little. He fidgets and tries to disguise it as stretching his neck muscles. He moves with a liar's body language.
Masturbation without permission is against the rules. Men who succumb are typically kept in restraints for an entire day or two to prevent further temptation.
The mistress looks Jason right in the eye for several seconds and then says "Okay, let's proceed."
The mistress tosses the coin and catches it on the drop. She covers it in the palm of her left hand and lets the suspense hang in the air for a few seconds.
Then she uncovers it.
Heads.
Jason's body temperature shoots up several degrees. He squirms a little in his bondage. The guard tugs at the leash.
"Ooh," the mistress says with a smile. "Three days in a row."
The mistress lays down her two-headed coin. It's the coin she uses for new prisoners, liars, masturbators, and whenever she feels like kicking a man in the nuts.
She stands up, kicks off her shoes and steps back. She'll use no toys here. The mistress crushes balls the old-fashioned way: with a kick.
Jason shuts his eyes.
"Eyes open!", she snaps at him.
Nina tugs at the leash and Jason does as he's told.
He watches the mistress walk back a few paces, like she's about to kick a football. Then she leaps forward, shifts her weight just right, and plants her bare foot in Jason's balls with all of her strength.
The sound is a loud smack followed by an instant male moan that fills the room.
Jason doubles over with the wet eyes and red face of a man for whom the whole world has shut down and nothing exists but his pain. He squeezes his eyes closed like he wants to dream all of this away.
"Don't let him fall down," the mistress says to Nina. "Tie him to the chair by the jacuzzi."
Nina pulls him to the chair. He limps over. It takes about a minute. She commands him to sit down and he does. Nina ties him to the chair with some silk rope that sits nearby.
"How's the water in the jacuzzi?", the mistress asks as she pulls down her stockings.
Nina dips in a toe. The jacuzzi is a few feet away. "Nice and warm," she says.
"Great," the mistress says. She lifts up her dress, pulls it over her head, takes it off, and lays it on her chair. She stands naked.
"Okay," the mistress continues, "I'll handle the masturbator from here. You can go now."
"Yes, mistress," Nina says. She leaves.
The mistress walks over to Jason and stands right in front of him. She's nude but for her nose ring.
"I know you masturbated last night," she says.
It's true.
"Who," she continues, "did you think about?"
"You," Jason says. His eyes are still closed. He's in a lot of pain.
The mistress smiles and then asks "What did you think about?"
Jason opens his eyes.
"This," he says.
"Well, that's extra naughty," she says, still smiling. "That's serious. That's worth at lot more shots to your balls.
"But first, I'm going to relax in the jacuzzi. You're welcome to watch. There's nothing else you can do, I guess."
She bends down and rests her hand on the bulge in Jason's prisoner bikini.
"Just try to keep this thing under control," she continues. "Or I may have to get a little rough with it."
The mistress stands and steps gently into the jacuzzi. The warm water kisses her all over.
Jason, meanwhile, emerges slightly from his testicular pain Twilight Zone. He watches the mistress in the jacuzzi. Her bare breasts are just above the water line. The rest of her nakedness is a blur. She tips her head back and closes her eyes. Jason watches her smooth, lovely neck.
Jason thinks about the rope that ties him down. He thinks about the mistress's curvy body, his imagination sliding into every crevice and contour. He thinks about the pain that still sits in his testicles and lower stomach. He thinks about the sweat that he can't wipe off that's collecting on his forehead.
Two things that he doesn't think about:
1) The lousy office job from which he's on vacation.
2) Saying the safeword.
The mistress raises her right leg straight up out of the jacuzzi and kicks some water at Jason. The droplets that land on his face and chest feel good.
All of this feels good. Even the things that feel bad.
