I have my sl*ve securely fixed to a wooden, St. Andrew’s cross in my dungeon. He’s naked except for his collar. He knows how cruel I can be but and his c*ck is hard with anticipation. He told me he once saw a Dominatrix who covered his c*ck and b*lls in clothespins. I’d like to see just how many I can get on there. I wonder if his erection will endure through the p*in...

I pull the skin on his b*lls taught and clamp the first clothes pin right in the middle of his b*lls. He starts to groan but unluckily for him I am just getting started. I manage to fit 12 clothespins on his b*lls and at this point the skin is pulled extremely tightly and he’s struggling in his restraints. But I’m not done yet...

I place the thirteenth clothespin at the base of his shaft. It’s quickly followed by three more going right up to the head of his c*ck. I’m feeling particularly cruel today so I place the final clothespin right on his frenulum. At this point you can barely see his c*ck through the mass of bl*ck clothespins. I grab the head of his c*ck and point it towards his face to stretch the skin even more. He doesn’t seem to like that very much.

I’m never satisfied once I really get into my sl*ves. I tie a thin, bl*ck rope around the head of his c*ck and tie the other end to his collar to keep the skin nice and taught. It can’t be comfortable. I decide he’s not being quite entertaining enough so I make him dance around a bit and the clothespins pull on his tender skin with every slight movement. The rattling of the clothespins and his sad moans are music to my ears.

I notice some unclaimed territory on his c*ck and b*lls. I take the opportunity to add a few more clothespins then grab the rope tied to his c*ck and shake it around a l*ttle more.

I feel like it’s time to change things up a bit so I start ripping the clothes pins off one by one to reveal the swollen, tender skin beneath. I take a brief break from clothespin removal to stroke his c*ck. It’s very confusing for him to have this pleasure and p*in all at once. I continue ripping off clothespins. Much harder now. I look him straight in the eyes as I remove the final one. He howls.

All that fun I was having seems to have made his erection go down but I’m sure it will be back in no time as he’s such a horny boy. I slap his c*ck and ask him if he loves s*ffering for me. He does. That makes me so happy.

I grab his aching b*lls tightly in my fist and grab my rope again. I tie his b*lls tightly and pull hard on the rope leash I have made for them. Surprisingly, his c*ck seems to be hard again...

Now it’s time to beat his c*ck into submission. I bend over, showing off my beautiful *ss, and grab a nasty, l*ttle toy. I alternate between short, sharp smacks to his c*ck and b*lls and long, gentle strokes of his c*ck. He writhes around in agony but he can’t escape from the cross. I love teasing my sl*ves and denying them their *rgasms.

It seems like my l*ttle sl*ve has had enough. It’s time to put his c*ck back in its l*ttle collar so everyone knows it’s mine.

I decide when to hurt you.

Sixteen Clothespins