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It was a little like making a dreaded phone call and you can only imagine your side of the conversation, completely forgetting there would be someone on the other end of the line.
    He laughed and said, “I’m just making small talk, Goddess. That’s all.” He wiped at the countertop and loaded the dishwasher. “I’m finished with the kitchen, Goddess. Do you have anything else you would like me to clean?”
    “No, slut. That’s fine.” I got up from my couch and turned off the movie I’d been trying to watch. “Come over here and lay down on that table.” I pointed to the large round lounger in the center of the room. I had covered it with an old sheet so I wouldn’ t get the cover dirty.
    Sam scampered over to the table and hopped up on it. I walked over in my most menacing way, my eyes burning down on him as I tried to contain my absolute loss for what I would do next. Here he was, a submissive, all happy and waiting for my devious, twisted mind to do as I wanted with him, but I had no idea what I wanted to do. So I did the most obvious next step. I tied him up. I had put the “under the bed restraints with matching detachable cuffs” under the cushion of the lounger. So I took off his pretty red panties and cuffed him with him lying on his back. The focus of his anticipation was apparent by his heavy breathing. He was scared of what was to come of him.
    I took my crop and began slapping his balls quickly but firmly. He g roaned in pain, but he didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of crying out. He bit his lip and I kept going. I decided I wanted him to feel more of my control over his average man meat, so I tied his balls and cock up in a very tight package with some leather string that is normally used for making necklaces. I wound the leather around his sack in neat, tight passes that got progressively closer to his balls, making them stretched and tight. They sort of looked like they could burst, so I figured I did it right.
    I felt very proud of myself. There he was, all bound and still struggling a bit, his cock all exposed and wrapped in a forced erection harness that I had constructed. So I celebrated by slapping him hard in the nuts. He let out a loud groan and tr ied to instinctually cover his precious privates, but since his hands and legs were bound very wide and open, he couldn’t do anything to protect himself. I slapped again and again and again. Each time he writhed and struggled to no avail.
    “Whose balls are these?” I demanded.
    “Your balls, Goddess!” He grimaced.
    “That’s right. They are my balls to do with as I please.” I snarled. “If I wanted to cut them off right now, I could. You couldn’t do anything to stop me, could you?”
    “No, Goddess.” He begged, “Plea se don’t, Goddess. I’ll do anything. I will be a good slut for you. I promise.”
    I stopped slapping him. I reached for the nipple clamps that I had gotten in the mail a day earlier. They really looked wicked. A chain connected them and when the chain was pu lled, the clamps would bite down harder. Brutal. I put them on him.
    “OHHH!!! God, those fucking hurt!” He kind of laughed at the discomfort. “I can’t take it! Please, take them off!”
    “What a pussy you are!” I said as I pulled on them hard just before I took them off. I was being too nice.
    I got some lube and a rubber glove. I put on the glove and I doused his tied-up genitals with the slippery lubricant and began to stroke him.
    “You can take it, slut. See? I’m not so bad. I can treat a slut like you nicely too,” I cooed in a very fake sweet voice.
    “Yes, Goddess,” he said as he began to relax again and enjoy his rubber-handed jerk-off session.
    I remembered that he still had that plug in his ass so I pushed on that some more to remind him of his humiliating situation. He groaned.
    “No cumming unless I say so, slut!” I barked at him.
    “May I please cum, Goddess?” he asked.
    I slapped his dick. “No! I didn’t