Failure to Comply - A true story from my dungeon

I took a hold of his soft, pink delicate scrotum in my left hand from behind him. I had positioned him on the cold floor on his hands and knees, his wrists bound and legs spread wide either side of him so he couldn't use them. He had no way of preventing me from accessing all areas, his worthless cock twitching in anticipation, dribbling with pre-cum through the end of his securely locked CB3000, despite the fact he knew he was in trouble. He would be severely punished for his failure to comply.

"We're going to play a game," I said flatly as I tugged a little harder. "I have your balls. You can't get away. For each time you masturbated over the past 2 days while I was out of town, I'm going to spank your balls 5 times. That's a fair amount, because I ordered you not to cum at all while I was gone. I trusted you outside of the chastity cage but I clearly shouldn't have. Now, how many times did you come while I was away?" I knew that he loved these games in between our sessions together, a little challenge here and there to keep him on the edge and me in his head at all times.

I could see him racking his brains, almost perspiring with concentration as he tried to concoct a pack of lies. I can always tell a liar, and they are punished even more severely for believing they can trick me. Mistress knows best. He looked at me imploringly, wondering how I knew he had touched himself.

"Just once, mistress."

"Liar!" I quickly interrupted. "Judging by how soft your hands are from all the cream you have been using, no doubt your wife's expensive hand cream again, I would say you have masturbated no less than 9 times."

I was right. Since being limited to very few orgasms under my watchful eye, he had tried to take advantage of his perceived freedom. He knew I had challenged him deliberately, because I knew he would fail and I knew he would lie, he would play straight into my hands. Literally.

"Now," I continued, "that means I'm going to spank your useless balls 45 times. Don't worry, there is hope for you still. You can stop me at any time if the pain becomes too much to bear. But for each spanking you are unable to take, you will have another day without being able to cum, another day locked in chastity."

With that, I spanked his balls hard with my right hand. He squealed in pain. I came down hard again.His body tried to jerk away but couldn't. "Only 43 more!" I laughed as he groaned loudly. "This will teach you not to disobey your Mistress."

"Oh, and until you pay in full my spankings and days without orgasm, I won't unlock your little dick from that cock lock."

This made him shudder. The longest he had gone without an orgasm while with me the past 2 months was 4 days, and that was hell, he begged me every day to cum. Thwack! Thump! Thwack! His body unsuccessfully tried to jerk away.

"It's funny how you're presenting your balls to me so willingly," I laughed as I slapped his ball sack with her flat fingers twice in a row, hard. "My favourite ball bag!"

He was in tears at this point, and uttering a noise that might be best described as a combination of groaning and sobbing. I could see he was close to his limit but wasn't willing to give up yet, knowing full well that if he gave in now he would have to wait 38 days until I let him cum again, and I knew he couldn't last that long. His balls were tender and red, but his cock continually dribbled through his chastity device.

Slap! Thunk! Slap! "Aaahh!" He yelled. But he knew by now that the neighbours couldn't hear him from My basement dungeon. The stone walls decorated with every device and toy of destruction imaginable, but I always enjoy a more personal approach to such corrections, knowing that my every moment of contact with his genitals is what he craved, even if it was to inflict more pain.

"Congratulations, you're almost 25% of the way there!" I sniggered as I came down on his poor testicles once more. When I put it like this, I could see the look in his eyes as he realised he wouldn't be able to last the whole 45. He had come to enjoy his days of enforced wank bans and pleasing me. But only if he didn't have to simultaneously endure the torture of owning a tight set of nuts about to burst with cum.

"Oh, blast. I forgot about my appointment! Don't want to be late, now do I? I'll need to find a babysitter while I'm gone. Um..." I looked around the dungeon. "This will do." I grabbed a parachute ball stretcher and attached it to his balls. I then added two 2 pound weights to it. "This parachute will babysit your balls while I'm gone. Now you finally have a real pair."

"No! Please!" He sobbed as I walked away, my curvaceous butt wiggling in shiny black latex leggings as I stepped, mocking his predicament still further. The tap, tap, tap of my heels echoed in the dungeon as I scaled the staircase up, up, and away. And as his balls were slowly pulled towards the floor, he could do nothing but eagerly await for my return.

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Comment by Erik Snowe on December 22, 2023 at 3:58pm: wow, love it!

Comment by MadisonGuy on November 2, 2015 at 2:27pm: Very hot. I would love to hear what he did with the last 30 plus spanks.

Comment by Samuel J on September 8, 2014 at 3:49pm: Wow. That's very sexy, and very well written too :-)

Comment by Mistress Deadly Desires on June 17, 2013 at 4:17pm: Glad you all liked, it's so good remembering and reminiscing over this session. Happy Smiley Face!