Here is the seventh installment. As always any feedback is always welcome.
Pt. 1 http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=4969
Pt. 2 http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=5003
Pt. 3 http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=5035
Pt.4 http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=5081
Pt.5 http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=5091
Pt.6 http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=5115
Under her Thumb Pt. 7
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Under her Thumb Pt. 7
Not getting what you want is the best part of wanting what you can't get!
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Re: Under her Thumb Pt. 7
Pt. 7
It felt like I only just closed my eyes when Ms. Melissa woke me up. She had me shower and eat breakfast from the dog bowl naked. She then put a pair of earphones in my ears. Then a tight leather hood with padded ears was fitted over my head. Finally she put my collar and leash back on. I was led back out to the garage and put back into the trunk. Once again we drove around for quite sometime before parking. It was cool and damp as my naked feet padded across the concrete floor. I was as turned on as much as I was frightened. I felt the ground jerk a bit and figured it was an elevator. Up, perhaps. It stopped, then down. Up again and then down. Finally it stopped and I was led out. Two sets of hands began to attach bands to my ankles and wrists. The silence was deafening. My legs were then spread out and a bar placed between them locking them in place. My arms were individually secured above my head and finally my cage was removed. I was spread eagle, almost suspended.
I felt finger nails trace their way around my body, raking my skin and pinching my nipples. Then nothing. Fingers began flicking my sack, then fondling them. "Hello, sissy pet." Ms. Grace's voice boomed through the earphones. "It didn't take long at all for you to get here now did it? I told you I would be breaking your balls now didn't I?" My breathing became labored as she continued. "By the time I'm finished with you you'll be begging me to cut them off." She squeezed my balls as hard as she could. I tried to yell out, but I couldn't. "Let's stretch them out a bit before I go to work." Something was tied around them and then I felt them being pulled down. I felt more and more weight being applied. It started swaying back and forth. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my right ass check followed by another on my left. Again and again in quick succession. This continued for sometime as my ass began to really burn. Then as quickly as it started it stopped. "My, my. My pets have given you quite the flogging. As they should have. After all I did promise each of them a full orgasm." Her voice lowered to a whisper "But what they don't know it will be to each other. They haven't cum in four months and those sissified pets are so eager to please me for release. You'll be eager too, after we're done here." She giggled devilishly, then nothing. Nothing but the images of her two slaves groping each other. I was left with only the swaying of the weights on my balls. No sight, no sound and just the smell of leather was my world.
"Do you like pegs?" she whispered "I do, lets get started shall we?" I felt my nipples being pinched. The feeling was somewhat erotic as she continued, starting at the underside of my right arm then continuing down my side and into my thighs. She repeated this for the other side also. The erotic sensation faded away as she then began to pull and twist at my nipples. "You know pegs are like band-aids and you know what they say about them right? The best way to take them off is to pull them quickly." Before I had a chance to comprehend what she was saying I felt pegs starting at my arms rip off all the way to my thighs almost instantly. My muffled scream went unnoticed and my body was trembling. "I just love that, don't you. Amazing what you can do with a little string and some pegs. How about one more time." I was trying to scream no to no avail. She then pulled them off my nipples and began flicking them with her nails before putting them back on. "Hold still." The pegs were once again applied and once again nothing. I waited and waited. The anticipation was maddening. I prayed for my old life back. All for a pair of panties. Wishing, wanting, praying; none of this would help. If I could just-. Riiiiipppp. OWWWW!!!! "He-he. I just cant get enough of that." she giggled as my knees buckled.
"I think those balls are ready. I wish you could see how low they're hanging." She put the pegs back on my nipples and then I felt my legs being lifted up at the knees. Straps were placed under my thighs and another bar was placed between my knees. I was now suspended by my hands and legs in a seated position. The weights were removed, to my relief. "How about some crushed nuts?" Something was put on both sides of my sack and then pressed harder and harder. The pressure was constant as I began to shake. "A little tighter perhaps." I tried begging and pleading, but all every word was a muffled by the mask. Once again there was nothing except the crushing pressure on my sack and the pinching of my nipples. "Just think, sissy pet, only 10 minutes has gone by." Oh God, no. It had to be longer. I cant do this. I felt my eyes starting to water. The pressure began to ease slowly and then they were free again. My breathing slowed and I relaxed. WHACK. A blinding pain rippled up from my testicles. WHACK. I tried to close my legs, but the bars held them apart. WHACK. WHACK. Over and over. I lost count after a dozen or so. "Perhaps you'll follow instructions from now on, but lets make sure. It's peg time."
Slowly and methodically a peg was placed on my sack and then flicked and pulled. "I've never had a pet who's never be able to have less than a hundred pegs applied. I hope for your sake you're not the first." She was counting off the number she attached up to fifty, then stopped counting out loud. She then began whistling the tune from Snow White 'Whistle while you work'. It seemed to take forever, but she gave me a slap on my sore ass cheek and exclaimed "All done. Now, listen up. I counted the first fifty, did you count the next?" she was tugging on the pegs on my nipples as she spoke "I'll make you a deal. Do you think there are more than a hundred pegs on your balls or not? If you're right then we're done, if not well then it sucks to be you." I shook my head yes. "Oh no, so close. There were only 99 pegs. "Remember that song 99 bottles of beer on the wall? How about '99 tiny pegs on your balls'?" she started singing as she ripped a peg of my sack. With methodical patience she counted all the way down to one. I began to think she was right. I just wanted the pain in my sack to stop, but I knew she wasn't finished.
"Do you like spicy foods? I do. I love to put hot sauce on everything. Especially nuts!!" I felt something patting my balls and seconds later it felt as if they were being deep fried. I shook and trembled as if was being electrocuted. "I'm so sorry sissy pet. Are you ready to stop the pain? Good, time to cut those poor pathetic sacks off." Her voice boomed in my head. She wouldn't, she couldn't!! A lubed finger was slid into my ass and worked it around. My cock began to stir at the fondling. "Melissa told me you might like this" she spoke as a hand began to caress my hardening shaft. "But let me ask you how do you know it's my fingers and not my slaves?" I didn't, but as much as it mattered to me; my cock didn't care. "Do you like being fingered and stroked by other men. I bet you wish you could make them orgasm for me don't you." I futilely clinched my eyes shut trying to block the images and her voice. "I guess you'll know what really happened when you see the video." The finger was removed and something bigger was pushed in and then it started getting bigger and bigger. Just when I thought my ass was going to rip apart it stopped. "Just a precaution, sissy pet. Sometimes a sissy will loose bowel control when we snip off the useless appendages." She began flicking my sore balls. I began to panic as I thought it was really happening. Once again I was left suspended both literally and figuratively.
My legs were finally lowered and I could barley stand. Her soft voice broke the silence again. "How about what I like to call 'The lion king'? She put yellow pegs on the back of my head in such a way that they fanned out to resemble a lions mane and then drew two eyes on either side of my slit or so she told me. The pegs were then all jerked off at one time buckling my knees. "OK, sissy, OK. Let's get you cleaned up. Have you ever used a toothbrush on your cock head?" I had and I knew that it could either be maddeningly pleasurable or utterly painful. I was to receive both. "Hold still sissy. I've got to clean these marker spots off. You know" she said pausing "I don't know why I keep using permanent marker?" she paused "Oh that's right this is why." She began scrubbing again as hard as she could and then nothing. Time stopped once again.
I was numb, exhausted, broken and by now completely flaccid. Suddenly the plug and remaining pegs were removed, my device was put back on and I was lowered to the ground. Without a word I was put into a cage and wheeled back to the elevator. Up, down over and over, before the cage was put into a van or truck and driven around town. It finally stopped and I was off loaded. All I could feel was the heat of the sun on my back and pain between my legs.
It felt like I only just closed my eyes when Ms. Melissa woke me up. She had me shower and eat breakfast from the dog bowl naked. She then put a pair of earphones in my ears. Then a tight leather hood with padded ears was fitted over my head. Finally she put my collar and leash back on. I was led back out to the garage and put back into the trunk. Once again we drove around for quite sometime before parking. It was cool and damp as my naked feet padded across the concrete floor. I was as turned on as much as I was frightened. I felt the ground jerk a bit and figured it was an elevator. Up, perhaps. It stopped, then down. Up again and then down. Finally it stopped and I was led out. Two sets of hands began to attach bands to my ankles and wrists. The silence was deafening. My legs were then spread out and a bar placed between them locking them in place. My arms were individually secured above my head and finally my cage was removed. I was spread eagle, almost suspended.
I felt finger nails trace their way around my body, raking my skin and pinching my nipples. Then nothing. Fingers began flicking my sack, then fondling them. "Hello, sissy pet." Ms. Grace's voice boomed through the earphones. "It didn't take long at all for you to get here now did it? I told you I would be breaking your balls now didn't I?" My breathing became labored as she continued. "By the time I'm finished with you you'll be begging me to cut them off." She squeezed my balls as hard as she could. I tried to yell out, but I couldn't. "Let's stretch them out a bit before I go to work." Something was tied around them and then I felt them being pulled down. I felt more and more weight being applied. It started swaying back and forth. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my right ass check followed by another on my left. Again and again in quick succession. This continued for sometime as my ass began to really burn. Then as quickly as it started it stopped. "My, my. My pets have given you quite the flogging. As they should have. After all I did promise each of them a full orgasm." Her voice lowered to a whisper "But what they don't know it will be to each other. They haven't cum in four months and those sissified pets are so eager to please me for release. You'll be eager too, after we're done here." She giggled devilishly, then nothing. Nothing but the images of her two slaves groping each other. I was left with only the swaying of the weights on my balls. No sight, no sound and just the smell of leather was my world.
"Do you like pegs?" she whispered "I do, lets get started shall we?" I felt my nipples being pinched. The feeling was somewhat erotic as she continued, starting at the underside of my right arm then continuing down my side and into my thighs. She repeated this for the other side also. The erotic sensation faded away as she then began to pull and twist at my nipples. "You know pegs are like band-aids and you know what they say about them right? The best way to take them off is to pull them quickly." Before I had a chance to comprehend what she was saying I felt pegs starting at my arms rip off all the way to my thighs almost instantly. My muffled scream went unnoticed and my body was trembling. "I just love that, don't you. Amazing what you can do with a little string and some pegs. How about one more time." I was trying to scream no to no avail. She then pulled them off my nipples and began flicking them with her nails before putting them back on. "Hold still." The pegs were once again applied and once again nothing. I waited and waited. The anticipation was maddening. I prayed for my old life back. All for a pair of panties. Wishing, wanting, praying; none of this would help. If I could just-. Riiiiipppp. OWWWW!!!! "He-he. I just cant get enough of that." she giggled as my knees buckled.
"I think those balls are ready. I wish you could see how low they're hanging." She put the pegs back on my nipples and then I felt my legs being lifted up at the knees. Straps were placed under my thighs and another bar was placed between my knees. I was now suspended by my hands and legs in a seated position. The weights were removed, to my relief. "How about some crushed nuts?" Something was put on both sides of my sack and then pressed harder and harder. The pressure was constant as I began to shake. "A little tighter perhaps." I tried begging and pleading, but all every word was a muffled by the mask. Once again there was nothing except the crushing pressure on my sack and the pinching of my nipples. "Just think, sissy pet, only 10 minutes has gone by." Oh God, no. It had to be longer. I cant do this. I felt my eyes starting to water. The pressure began to ease slowly and then they were free again. My breathing slowed and I relaxed. WHACK. A blinding pain rippled up from my testicles. WHACK. I tried to close my legs, but the bars held them apart. WHACK. WHACK. Over and over. I lost count after a dozen or so. "Perhaps you'll follow instructions from now on, but lets make sure. It's peg time."
Slowly and methodically a peg was placed on my sack and then flicked and pulled. "I've never had a pet who's never be able to have less than a hundred pegs applied. I hope for your sake you're not the first." She was counting off the number she attached up to fifty, then stopped counting out loud. She then began whistling the tune from Snow White 'Whistle while you work'. It seemed to take forever, but she gave me a slap on my sore ass cheek and exclaimed "All done. Now, listen up. I counted the first fifty, did you count the next?" she was tugging on the pegs on my nipples as she spoke "I'll make you a deal. Do you think there are more than a hundred pegs on your balls or not? If you're right then we're done, if not well then it sucks to be you." I shook my head yes. "Oh no, so close. There were only 99 pegs. "Remember that song 99 bottles of beer on the wall? How about '99 tiny pegs on your balls'?" she started singing as she ripped a peg of my sack. With methodical patience she counted all the way down to one. I began to think she was right. I just wanted the pain in my sack to stop, but I knew she wasn't finished.
"Do you like spicy foods? I do. I love to put hot sauce on everything. Especially nuts!!" I felt something patting my balls and seconds later it felt as if they were being deep fried. I shook and trembled as if was being electrocuted. "I'm so sorry sissy pet. Are you ready to stop the pain? Good, time to cut those poor pathetic sacks off." Her voice boomed in my head. She wouldn't, she couldn't!! A lubed finger was slid into my ass and worked it around. My cock began to stir at the fondling. "Melissa told me you might like this" she spoke as a hand began to caress my hardening shaft. "But let me ask you how do you know it's my fingers and not my slaves?" I didn't, but as much as it mattered to me; my cock didn't care. "Do you like being fingered and stroked by other men. I bet you wish you could make them orgasm for me don't you." I futilely clinched my eyes shut trying to block the images and her voice. "I guess you'll know what really happened when you see the video." The finger was removed and something bigger was pushed in and then it started getting bigger and bigger. Just when I thought my ass was going to rip apart it stopped. "Just a precaution, sissy pet. Sometimes a sissy will loose bowel control when we snip off the useless appendages." She began flicking my sore balls. I began to panic as I thought it was really happening. Once again I was left suspended both literally and figuratively.
My legs were finally lowered and I could barley stand. Her soft voice broke the silence again. "How about what I like to call 'The lion king'? She put yellow pegs on the back of my head in such a way that they fanned out to resemble a lions mane and then drew two eyes on either side of my slit or so she told me. The pegs were then all jerked off at one time buckling my knees. "OK, sissy, OK. Let's get you cleaned up. Have you ever used a toothbrush on your cock head?" I had and I knew that it could either be maddeningly pleasurable or utterly painful. I was to receive both. "Hold still sissy. I've got to clean these marker spots off. You know" she said pausing "I don't know why I keep using permanent marker?" she paused "Oh that's right this is why." She began scrubbing again as hard as she could and then nothing. Time stopped once again.
I was numb, exhausted, broken and by now completely flaccid. Suddenly the plug and remaining pegs were removed, my device was put back on and I was lowered to the ground. Without a word I was put into a cage and wheeled back to the elevator. Up, down over and over, before the cage was put into a van or truck and driven around town. It finally stopped and I was off loaded. All I could feel was the heat of the sun on my back and pain between my legs.
Not getting what you want is the best part of wanting what you can't get!
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Re: Under her Thumb Pt. 7
I liked ! especially the hinting of forced bi action between subs ! but dont tell anyone ! please can we see the next bit soon please! 
