Cock and balls under the table – I am the Mistress from Another World – part 28

Today a kinky idea came into my mind, just as I was enjoying a nice glass of wine and watching the clear sky outside. My coffee table in the living room looks kinda’ dull, it’s time to upgrade it. Fortunately, I know a place where I can place an order and get it in just a couple of hours… enough time to get ready for this devious game of cock and balls torture for my Slave. He probably misses me anyway…

After a short while, the wait is done and I have my new table in the living room, with a nice hole in it, just perfect. It’s a somehow dangerous setup for my twisted mind but I wouldn’t want it any other way. My Slave is here also… he’s looking at the table and wonder’s what’s with that hole probably. Soon he’ll find out!

I make him undress slowly and with care, unbuttoning step by step and taking of his pants an inch by the second. Extending the wait makes me hot, biting my lips and feeling the need to rub my body. He looks great, with a muscular figure which makes you wonder how can he take so much torture from me and not react. I let him gaze at the table for a few more moments, I’m pretty sure he knows why’s there for but doesn’t want to ruin my excitement. After all, from all he knows, this might be pleasant for him.

“C’mon Slave, lay down on the table…”

The cold touch of the wood makes his skin crawl a bit, getting all bumpy. Lovely! “Face down Slave, I want your junk in this hole!”. Looking at his back again, I admire those muscles and their tense state. I could just bite him right there and let this game to be played another time, but no… I am determined to have my fun. I go under the table and when I look at his manhood throbbing a bit, I know it has to be brought to the hardest stage. So I caress it slowly, touching it on the tip, resting it in my palm. It grows in my hand, under my touches. I want to see it as big as possible and I’m not holding back. I start breathing really close to it, my lips even touched it once. It’s so hard now, hanging down as if the whole in the table was made with it. That’s my boy…

At a closer look I see that this table even came with a lightener under it which falls into my plans perfect. I grab the small lever and I twisted quickly, catching his fully erect cock and balls right in it, squeezed perfectly. I hear him breathing hard and something that sounds like a painful moan. I squeeze harder until he screams a bit. Uh, this is good.

“Did you miss me Slave?” – through heavy breathings he tries to say “yes”, but I can’t hear it. I grab his penis, stuck it to the back of the table so only his balls remain hanging. With them in my hands I start twisting, just as you do with a pair of stress release steel balls, the kind that Colombo used to play with. I squeeze and spin, playing with their soft skin and enjoy his hurt moans. “I didn’t hear you way over here Slave, did you or did you not miss me?”

When he tries to speak, I squeeze his ball more, only a weird sound managing to come out of his mouth. Uh, I think I have an idea… Since his cock is still really hard but his balls are kinda’ saggy from my torture, I’ll try a game of targeting. I grab his cock and with my full force, I slam it into the balls. The sound of them flapping on the back of the table is priceless, so I repeat this figure many times, until a huge scream makes the table vibrate. I can see that there’s no erection present, but even this gives me an idea. From this position, an erection would make his cock get lower, and by all means, he’s really endowed. A twisted smile fills my face, I ran out and come back with a big tall candle in my hand. I put it under the table, just under his cock and balls. I light it up, but the distance to the tip of his head is too big to bring him pain from burning…

I get back to him and enjoy the spasm his body has along with the attempt of breathing normally.

“Shhhht Slave, it’s all going to be good now…” I say and start kissing his back, touching his ass… making everything possible to get that erection back. It would be a shame to burn the candle for nothing…

By Savvy Femina