Mistress Morê Cock & Ball Discipline

Cock & Ball Discipline

One of My most exciting pastimes is training a male to take cock and ball torment/torture. This certainly must be the epitome of everything that a Dominant Woman stands for. The mere fact that the slave offers his most precious belonging (his little penis and testicles) is in itself the most fantastic gift that any Mistress could receive. To actually have so much power over the slave’s mind and body that he begs Me to use his little cock for My own purposes is totally exhilarating. To take the slave through many torments, making him hard, then a touch of pain here and there until he goes soft, then pleasure and hardness… over and over until finally he cannot tell the difference and his little dicky responds exactly as I wish, is to Me the ultimate in control and power.

I recently had a little “sissy” TV slave who was frightened of his own shadow. Why he felt he could please Me, I do not know, but I was going to shackle him to My rack and see if his cock and balls were as scared as their owner. His genitals seemed to have a mind of their own and they turned out to be quite brave and very, very adventurous. Despite the slave’s begging and pleading and yes, even lovely little tears, he got what he had come for, had gone out of his way to get… cock and ball discipline.

This slave accompanied a Dominant girlfriend of Mine. It was mainly Her that I wanted to see, but since he was along I thought I would take advantage of him and amuse Myself with his little offerings. I could tell he was very frightened of Me, yet very desperate to give himself to Me. I took My time, occasionally snapping out orders at him and once or twice threatening him with My whip. By nightfall, I was ready for a little action.

The slave was kneeling in the “living room” as I had commanded him to. I sat in My large, overstuffed leather chair. I wore My leather catsuit and high, spiked boots. I motioned for him to crawl towards Me. He hung his head low until his chin almost touched the toe of My boots.

“Yes, slave, you may taste them. Lick the leather, clean it, let it fill your senses.” Immediately he fell to his task. I lit a cigarette and stared at My black, kid sheathed hand. Slowly I began to caress his bare back with My gloved fingers.

“Sit up, fool.” He straightened and I looked him squarely in the eyes. My hand slid down his chest, the lit cigarette slid down his chest, and began trailing smoke up between our faces. I touched his cock. It was soft. My other hand held his limp dick as I slowly lowered the lit end of the cigarette closer and closer to his now stiffening cock.

I could smell the fear and I could see the panic in his eyes, yet he didn’t try to move away. He wasn’t shackled and his cock only grew biger and bigger. I laughed, spit in his face and then I brushed the hot ashes against the skin of his cock. He sighed deeply and juice began to flow form the little hole in his dick. I knew this slave was going to bring Me hours of pleasure.

“Lick this filth off My lovely glove,” I snapped.

Quickly his tongue flashed across the hot, smokey leather.

“I almost burned your little cock, slave. It seemed to like it. It even seemed to want more and more. Yessss, you are going to suffer, and you are going to beg for pain. You know that the pain I give is delicious. You know that it is seductive and all powerful. You know this and you will experience it.”

“Yes, Mistress, please take me. I want to be yours,” he whispered passionately.

“PROVE IT!” I slapped him hard across his face.

He scrambled to his knees. “Yes, anything, I will prove it, just give me a chance. Tell me how I can prove it to you.”

“Follow Me!” I snapped.

The slave followed Me to My “dungeon.” “Look at this, I smiled deviously. I held My “ball crusher” in MY exquisitely gloved hands. The slave’s eyes grew wide as he looked at the evil, wooden device. “You see slave, your balls will go through these two, long wooden planks. The planks are then screwed tightly together at the base of your balls. That causes your balls to poke out in their plump little sacks of skin. Next, this flat wooden plate screws to the planks and as I screw it down it begins to crush your balls. Get the idea?” My little “sissy” was turning pale. “Besides, you’re all dressed up like a tacky slut, I guess you don’t need those balls anyway, do you?”

“Please, Mistress, no, please don’t do that,” My little slave begged. He was panicky.

I put My face very close to his, and My gloved hands caressed his cock and balls. “But slave, you want to prove your devotion, and more importantly, you want to give Me pleasure, isn’t that right?” I felt his penis begin to stir under My caressing. “Now, now, slave, don’t be naughty. Maybe you need a little touch of the paddle – right her.” I patted his plump balls.

By now, the slave was hard agin. The fear was still in his eyes, but now there was also a great deal of lust. “Get on My rack, little sissy, we’re going to work on your tiny problems.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. My slave scrambled to the rack – almost hurriedly. I knew he was very excited and at the same time very fearful. I wanted to prolong his agitation, I need to draw out his fear until he was super sensitive and even the lightest touch would cause him to jump and squirm.

It’s much like having a worm on a fish hook. And this little worm certainly was hooked (and the one between his legs was not going to escape, either!) It was simply a matter of taking what was Mine already and re-shaping it into something I could use and enjoy.

I caressed his cold body with My warm, soft, kid gloved hands. “Yes, relax. We’re both going to have lots of fun with these.” I touched his cock and it jumped. “It tells Me so, slave. It tells Me it wants to suffer and hurt for Me – for My pleasure.”

The slave was visibly quivering now. Conflicting emotions raged through his mind and body. He didn’t want pain, yet his cock almost demanded it. This slave was lucky to be with a Mistress who understood his dilemma.

This slave was going to beg for things that he thought he’d never want. It was very simple. Most slaves pay more attention to what their cocks are telling them than they do to what their heads say. My goal was to get his cock more and more excited all the while telling him about the cock torture devices and methods I was going to use. I was going to tease him unmercifully. I continued in a seductive tone of voice.

“Your only release will come through suffering. That cock is so hard, it wants it so badly. You’ll see, slave, with every bit of pain there will follow pleasure that is ten times greater. Now beg Me.”

The slave almost gasped, “Please, do what you want – I’m yours. Torture my cock and balls!!!”

I laughed with delight. My crusher was already in My hands. As I tightened the planks across the top of his balls, I began to get that tickling, almost electrical feeling in MY body. Yes, I knew I was ready for this. Whether the slave was ready or not was totally inconsequential – his cock was ready! I turned the screws and his balls jutted out like two large eggs. The sight turned Me on immensely. At this point, I felt My slave should worship My boots a little bit.

“Now, slave, the first part of My crusher is now around those balls. It isn’t terribly uncomfortable – yet! I think we will proceed slowly. Now I am going to help take your mind off those pitiful little sacs that are being squeezed between those hard, wooden planks. Now, kiss this lovely boot. Stick out that tongue.!”

He slurped at the leather almost like a crazy man. He was truly making love to My boots. I was impressed! “slave, you’re doing such a wonderful job, I think I will allow My boots to make love to your balls and sissy boy, my beautiful “cat” will accompany them.”

Slowly, I slid M
y spike heeled boot down his cock and balls. The slave was gasping now with delight and excitement as My boots pressed aga
inst his already squeezed balls. I played with him in this way for awhile and then decided to move to other parts of his body.

His little nipples were sticking up so proudly. I got My special “brush” and caressed them a little. They were soon very large and swollen. “Oh, slave, My breasts are so warm, they’d love to feel those nipples.”

I pulled My catsuit zipper down so that My breasts were bare. I began rubbing them back and forth against My slave’s tingling nipples. It felt very, very nice! I wondered how his cock would feel with the same treatment. Maybe something like a big, fat tongue. I thought I’d find out.

“slave, this is going to hurt you a little, but I must make that cock red and warm for My breasts to rub against. I guess you can be brave knowing what will come when I’m satisfied.”

“Yes, Mistress, yes, whatever you want I’m grateful for,” he gasped. I grew hotter and hotter as I scratched his cock with the rough brush. It was looking terrific! It was feeling even better. My beautiful breasts felt so good against that stinging little cock. My slave was Mine now with no reservations. I knew it and so did he.

“Now it is time to put the other part of the crusher on you.”

“Yes, yes, Mistress, please enjoy yourself!” he pleaded.

I placed the flat, wooden plate onto the planks and began screwing it down. Every turn caused a small tingle in My body. It was delightful. I almost closed the plate completely over his balls. They were poking out the sides and beginning to turn a lovely shade of purple.

I laughed and played with the little sacs. They looked like big blue plums. My slave was in another world. He was feeling no pain nor pleasure. He was simply feeling and he was feeling My power.

After a while, I removed the crusher and put My slave on the “Many Delightful Thing.” (This is a bondage device where the slave is tied on his back, his head supported directly under Me.)

I held My “Ball Rake” over his eyes so he could see what was going to happen to him. All he looked at was My beautiful eyes. This slave was doing quite well!

I smothered him with My gloved hands as I began to rake his now flabby balls. His cock began to squirm in My hands. Yes, this was going to be the highlight of the evening. His cock so receptive to My torture – all these things were cascading down upon Me in a wave of pleasure. He was mine. He was moaning so nicely and his cock was hard and throbbing.

“Please, Mistress, please, whip me,” he moaned. I smiled. Usually, I get very angry when a slave asks for things. However, this slave was asking for more torture and for him that was a real step in the right direction.

“Yes, slave, I knew you would beg for things that you once told Me you hated. Of course, I will whip that miserable body and cock.”

Slowly, My whip dance over his body. Over and over, She struck as My slave played with his cock. At last, he spurted and My whip landed squarely on the head of his dripping penis.

“You will learn to obey Me much better in the future, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress, I can’t wait,” he said enthusiastically.

I feel confident that My little “cock” learned a few lessons this night. I too, can hardly wait!

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