What lovely matching outfits! Yes, tight, shiny, bl*ck PVC and this pair of beguilingly dominant blondes have a sub to work over. What a treat for sl*ve G, the sl*ve is laid out between Us, naked and exposed, bound into position to experience Our games and his training. Our boy “often has things so easy” and today We plan something a l*ttle different.

For sl*ve G usually benefits from the delicious tease, t*rment, frustration and *dging of his c*ck. Right now, We plan to add an extra element to Our play, a seasonal precursor to the tease. Seemingly from nowhere, Lady Dark Angel produces some beautiful, strong, green stinging nettles. Our boy sees them and quakes immediately, quailing and bleating as We handle them. Of course, Our soft, Feminine, hands are gloved to prevent unnecessary contact. But Our boy, like all sl*ves, will benefit from the therapeutic and dominantly humiliating touch of the nettle!

I am pleased with the potent look of these nettles, harvested for Us from the growing stock of Lady Dark Angel Herself. As She waves a bunch in front of sl*ve G’s reddening face, We laugh at his fear and prepare to take him into deeper surrender. The first contact of nettles to genitals has sl*ve G flinching and moaning. I quickly splash the nettles onto the sub’s groin and drag them over and around his nuts and c*ck, covering as much surface area as possible. Our boy bleats and cries out, trying to turn away from the sensations that I generously give him.

We continue to indulge Our sl*ve, and I laugh as Lady Dark Angel “paints” the underside of the sl*ve’s nuts, reaching down to his *ss. She rubs the stinging nettles over the sl*ve’s flesh, the bitter, biting p*in causing mordant t*rment to Our boy. As his *ss lifts off the bench, Lady Dark Angel reaches down and extends the nettles effects into every crevice. How I laugh at Our lucky boy, as his head rocks back and he sings a merry tune of p*in.

The collared sl*ve’s howls do not end because I rub My nettles up and down his *ss-cr*ck, over his groin and around his thighs. Indeed, sl*ve G tries to stop his high-pitched yelling in order to shout “OOoowww!!” which merely encourages Us to go further. “Sensitive!” We observe as Our boy continues to shout long after We lift Our cruel t*rments from his affronted skin. In a moment of affectation Our boy swears loudly, only to be heard apologising immediately for this outburst uncharacteristic of his strict training.

Lady Dark Angel is keen to further assess those tender parts, and She holds sl*ve G’s c*ck up so that I can add many further scathing strokes of the stingers across every inch of the sub’s nether regions. Our boy hollers even more loudly, twisting within his bonds as he accepts the treatment and We laugh appreciatively, amused at this new source of sl*ve G fun. It is such good fun to be mean and to hear it!

Now Lady Dark Angel helpfully tends to the c*ck, rubbing it, ensuring that additional friction is provided. Every touch from either of Us is met with “Tarzan” like yodelling, howls and yelling. Who knew that Our boy would not necessarily enjoy having his l*ttle sl*ve willy played with? I apply some pressure to the reddened c*ck and sl*ve G cannot speak, his shouts are loud, non-stop and seemingly he can keep them going for quite some time.

“My goodness, sl*ve G!” I assert and the sub pipes down a l*ttle, no doubt shamed, remembering his place and his deep held need to please Us. Lady Dark Angel berates Our boy for the “palaver” that he has kicked up. Meanwhile She resumes the manipulation of the sore c*ck “it hurts, Miss!” We point out that during the nettling the very same c*ck was growing “C*cks don’t lie!” and therefore We will ignore sl*ve G’s cries of “Agony! It is so sore! So Sore!”

We are pleased to have added an “extra tingle” to the sl*ve’s c*ck and see no reason not to tease the sub further. Lady Dark Angel distracts the sl*ve, using Her ample charms to take sl*ve G’s mind off his s*ffering. We offer the boy several more strokes of the nettles in exchange for a sn*ff of Lady Dark Angel’s gorgeous armpits. The sl*ve grizzles, greedy, desperate to oblige but so sore, such a dilemma, c*ck against brain. Our boy bleats as the predicament overwhelms him.

The sl*ve breaks “Yes, Miss Anna!” his need for the scent of Lady Dark Angel has him taking further nettling, crying out, shouting and then submerged under Lady Dark Angel’s fragrantly perfumed arms. She holds Our boy in tight, providing the perfect antidote and I see the sl*ve’s c*ck respond, growing immediately – how typical. What a hungry, desperate sl*ve.

I run My gloved hands over the abundant nettle rash, setting it off and demonstrating how sl*ve G will be afflicted for days to come. Our boy is in p*ined heaven, using his privileged position at the armpits of his superior. All of a sudden sl*ve G is quiet, sighing, thanking Us. I admire the cruel stings on the sub’s c*ck “delicious,” and We are proud of Our work.

We leave the sub alone to endure his own frustrations. During this play Lady Dark Angel noted how We had “Made My day” and sl*ve G has shown himself able to please Us, when stretched and stung into action!

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