BOUND GAGGED TORTURED AND MISTAKEN FOR SOMEONE ELSE! MY PAIN IS JUST STARTING!
I’m Helplessly at the Mercy of an Extreme Bondage Mistress By Mistake!
A Zatanna “Extra” Dark Erotic BDSM Prompted Story of [MISTAKEN IDENTITY]
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK STORY WITH NON-CON THEMES! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
The Perk & Grind has become a top destination for blind date meet ups, so when the question of where came up, the choice was obvious. Plus, this place has the hottest of baristas, so I never mind showing up early for some random ogling . . . especially Penny!
She is always in pink and always has a cute little bow, also in pink, on top of her curly hair. Penny is the sweetest of things, even though she claims to have an evil streak. I’m guessing she’s joking, just to have fun with me.
Although the way she works a lolli-pop, with slow and sensual licks and sucks, tells me there may be way more to her than meets the eye.
“Excuse me Penny! Do you mind if I close this blind? It’s getting kind of hot in here. I have a blind date and don’t want to be all sweaty when she shows up.”
“In that case, let me get it for you Kevin. The cord on that one gets stuck real easy.”
Penny steps right up onto my booth’s bench, rubbing her blue leggings up against my shoulder. I would offer to move, but now I don’t want to. Penny asks, “So how’s Rover doing?”
I tell her, “He’s doing just fine. He loved the bone you got him.” Actually I never gave Rover the bone, because it wouldn’t fit in his bowl. I’ve been too embarrassed to tell Penny that Rover is my goldfish.
She says, “Hold real still.” Before placing her pink tennis shoe right between my thighs with the front edge of her shirt dress thingy directly in my face. I couldn’t help but steal a smell of her lower perfume as my cock tightly filled the front of my pants!
“Almost got it!” Comments Penny as her foot moves foreword and she goes onto her toes with the bottom of my scrotum pinched tightly underneath!
From the pain, my head moves up and under the front of her dress as my hands grab her ass! The blind drops hard and fast as I use her pussy to muffle my screams!
Using both hands, Penny grabs my head out of its hiding spot, turns it upwards and comments, “I expect an extra big tip after that.”
If only she knew just how big my tip is right now due to her antics, along with one of the firmest asses I’ve ever had the pleasure of squeezing. The tip of her shoe finally comes off my sack, before she randomly bangs my balls several more times as she climbs back down to the floor.
This round, not having a place to bury my pain, I outwardly scream “Fuck!” before realizing my date is now sitting in my booth directly across from me.
My blind date adds, “I agree with her.”
“Wait, what? I’m sooo sorry about that. You agree with what?”
“If you’re gonna get a face full of her panties along with a double hand grab of her ass, you need to tip Penny big time.”
Quickly I pull out a twenty and hand it to Penny before she giggles and asks, “I didn’t hurt you? Did I?”
She damn well knew she did, but goes all sweet and innocent with me. Which if she wasn’t so cute and hot, I would have totally called her on it.
Helen, my way sexier than her profile pic, blind date comments, “Seems you and I have very different definitions of big? Maybe I should go?”
“Sorry, was that only a twenty?” A second quick dig and I pull out a hundred to give to Penny.
The two of them quick glance at each other, making me think I just got played. At least now I know that Penny smells as sweet down below as she does up top. She snags the second bill, along with keeping the first, before skipping off to make someone else’s day.
“I’m real sorry about that. Penny and I go way back.”
“Seems to me you also go way front.”
I reply, “She was just closing the blinds.”
“You mean the ones you could have easily reached?”
Ok, on a grading system of 1 to 100, I’m starting out at about a 3. Need to regroup and quickly. Looking directly into her eyes behind her large librarian glasses, I go with a simple and quick, “Hi. So nice to meet you in person.”
“Same. So are you ready to get out of here?”
I figured we’d talk for a least a bit, but if this gets me to finding out what Helen is hiding under her shiny black vinyl jacket that much sooner, than I’m all for it! “Sure. Where to?”
“I know a place walking distance away. Trust me?”
Not at all. I never trust anyone at any time, but if I can recover from an initial score of 3, I have to play along. “Of course I do. Lead away.”
What Helen considers walking distance is what I consider Uber distance. I’m getting winded and she’s not even breaking a sweat. Guess that explains her legs and ass both being 10’s. I so want to ask, are we there yet, but hold back the urge.
As if she heard my thoughts, “Only one more block and right down that alley.”
If I wasn’t almost exhausted, I may not have followed Helen into a dark alley, but my mind isn’t the clearest and needs someplace to rest. Down a dark alley and through a rusty metal door with massive deadbolts and giant locks felt as good as any other place to rest.
The concrete stairs going way down seem excessive, but I can see some light at the end of the tunnel, so here we go.
Reaching the bottom, we are at the beginning of a long hallway both painted and lit only in red. I hesitate because we are so far down, I can no longer hear any sounds from the street or traffic.
Helen grabs my hand and says, “Don’t be a baby. You and I are in the last room on the right.”
I’m still baffled, but if she’s so sure about what we’re doing here, I go along for the ride. As we walk, the smells hit me one after another. From fresh cut flowers, to urine, sweat and never cleaned locker room.
If “Our room” smells anything like those last two, I’m turning around no matter how sexy and mysterious Helen may be. Luckily, she opens the old half rotten door with rusty metal strips across it and somehow a breeze of vanilla and leather exits the room as we go in. I guess this combo isn’t too bad. I’m sure under her jacket there will be more smells of leather.
She walks me right to the middle of what looks like a medieval dungeon with stone walls. There’s a collection of what has to be actual metal torture devices from the time that I’m sure people died while locked helplessly in. Talk about ambiance!
In the middle is a pair of newer and extremely complex looking wrist straps hanging from the ceiling from nice new and shiny cables. There is no fucking way I’m putting my wrists into those in a hidden cellar dungeon for some girl I just met!
Helen turns to face me, and ever so slowly starts to unzip her shiny black jacket that’s been hiding her goods from me. My lips go dry, my tongue I think is sticking out and butterflies are going nuts inside my gut . . . and then she stops . . .
“If you want more, take off all your clothing . . . your wrists need to go into these straps first.”
“Ok.” I say as I strip naked and put my wrists right into the complex straps. My hands are holding onto small bars running side to side between the double straps that meet at a ring above which is locked to the cables.
There are three straps that hold onto my wrist on each one. With the last of the straps buckled tight my hands are currently in front of me at waist level. Helen walks over to what looks like a wall mounted circuit box and pops it open.
Inside the box are two large buttons and she pushes and holds the top one as a very loud and obnoxious noise starts as the cables pull my wrists and arms above my head. Ok . . . good thing I didn’t just let a complete stranger put me in bondage someplace nobody even knows I’m at . . . FUCK!
With my arms straight up and common sense arriving five minutes too late, I say, “Um . . . ah . . . maybe we should go back to the Perk & Grind? I could give Penny another big tip if you’d like?”
From a hook to the side of the box, Helen grabs another overly complex bondage item to use on me. This time its a panel gag with a massive removable leather insert, which before I can talk again, she crams deep into my mouth before closing and buckling extra tight, the half dozen pairs of leather straps.
I am so totally at her mercy now, but at least she’s keeping her promise of finishing her unzip. I was so right about the leather, but was expecting maybe a leather skirt or top, not a leather body harness crisscrossing her amazing breasts, hips, thighs and ass. Wow!
At her crotch, a small leather panel is part of the harness keeping this sexy as fuck librarian’s dewy decimal hidden from my view. My mouth would be dropping open, if it weren’t already forced open behind my tight leather panel.
When she fully removes and tosses her jacket aside, I can see she has a leather cat-o-nine hanging from her side, which she unhooks and holds at the ready. As scared to death as I am, my cock has gone rock hard at her sight and has entered mini bounce mode with every move or adjustment I make.
She looks at it with a hint of disgust and says, “You won’t be needing that today Jason.”
Wait! What? My name’s not Jason? Oh Fuck!
“Jason Davids. I wish to welcome you to the underground world of our failed Justice system. I am Mistress Melinda and I’ll be your personal tour guide for today’s visit.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t good! Who the hell is Jason Davids and what happened to Helen?
“You may have gotten off after that last bit of evidence just happened to get lost, but that’s about to be reversed, because I’m planning to help it be found and turn up back at the court.”
What the fuck is happening? She bends down and adds two more straps onto my ankles. These have like three-foot long cables on them that run to two eyebolts on the floor several feet from each of my sides.
I try my hardest to tell her my name is Kevin, not Jason, but she doesn’t understand me or stop what she is doing. I am so fucked!
Back to the box on the wall, Mistress Melinda pushes and holds the up button again until my feet leave the floor and my legs are pulled outward by the cables. Although my higher position brings my hard cock closer to mouth level on her, I know nothing like that is planned for Jason Davids!
Before leaving the wall, Melinda grabs another odd-looking leather item with some small thin chains hanging from it. It looks kind of like one of those cones you put on a dog after surgery, but way smaller. I have no idea what it is, until she straps it around my balls, smaller end of the cone upwards.
“First time with a parachute ball stretcher Jason? You seem confused by how it works?”
At least she’s still paying attention to the half of my expressions that aren’t covered in leather. Maybe there’s still a chance for me? But just what expression signals to her that she has the wrong guy helpless, naked and suspended spread eagle with a parachute ball stretcher strapped on him?
She goes to a corner and returns with a metal bucket. Not desk paperclip container size and sure as hell not the size that Jack and Jill would use to fetch water. This bucket is a size bigger and heavier.
The clips the small chains from my ball stretcher to the handle and lets the bucket hang between my legs, before explaining her evil plan.
“Here’s how it’s going to work Jason. I will whip the fuck out of you and then ask where you hid the evidence. If you agree to tell the truth, all will be fine. Your gag will be removed, you will immediately tell me what I need to know. I will send someone to get it and as long as you didn’t lie, you’ll be let go. Understand?”
What the fuck should I do? If I nod, I’m agreeing I’m Jason! If I shake my head no, I’m a stupid idiot who doesn’t understand a simple thing! Fuck! I go with doing nothing.
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} Without hesitation, my ass gets three hard flogs from her cat. “Do you understand!”
I have no choice but to nod yes.
“Would you like to know what happens if you lie?”
Really really don’t, but what choice do I have. Slowly I nod yes.
Holding both ends of her cat and pushing it hard against my neck, she stares me in the eyes and says, “I will totally end you!”
After a five minute whip session, which is the most painful I’ve ever had, Melinda asks, “Are you ready to talk?”
I nod yes and she unstraps and pulls out the insert of my panel gag. I immediately try to explain, “You have the wrong guy! I’m not MMMFFFGG!”
She straps back in the insert with an unhappy look. Turning and walking away from me, she comments, “I guess I needed to explain what would happen every time you try to tell me anything other than the location of the evidence.”
Grabbing a matching bucket from along the wall along with a stool, she returns to put the stool near me with the bucket that’s full of small stones on top of it. Oh God No! She digs her hand into it, grabs a hand full and drops them loudly and heavily into the one hanging from my balls.
In a pissed off mood, Mistress Melinda grabs both sides of my face and says, “Third option is you keep wasting my time by either not answering or rambling on about other bullshit, and I keep adding stones until your pair gets ripped off your body.”
Exactly how royally fucked I am by my predicament is now 100% clear and it’s not good! She switches from her cat-o-nine to a leather paddle and goes after my ass so hard it feels like it’s on fire!
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
I am fighting to avoid the barrage, but it’s futile! I am left in tears when she gives me another chance to save myself, as far as she sees it. As far as I see it, I’m in a no win predicament that will end with me dead or without balls! Not sure which is the lesser of the two?
“Are you ready to talk yet asshole?”
Fuuuuuuck! I shake my head no, which this time earns me two hands full of stones being added to my ball-busting bucket. Each drop of added weight feels like a kick in the nuts that doesn’t go away.
From behind my gag, I mumble out, “I’m ready to talk! I’m ready to talk!”
The gag muffled most of it, but she knew exactly what I was saying, even though, I didn’t have a clue what to say if she did ungag me. Only that the pains in my balls was so bad, I had to do something.
Making eye contact again, through those somehow still, sexy as fuck glasses, she says, “That not how this game is played. You miss your chance to talk, you have to wait until after you get whipped more.”
With that, she switched the paddle for a riding crop, which she used the whole time on my chest and nipples. {Wack!} {Wack!} {Wack!}
I scream from the pain as the bucket wiggles and yanks on my balls even more with every jerk and struggle! She asks, “Ready to talk Jason?” which sucks because nodding means I’m Jason . . . Fuck!
Nodding, she pulls out the insert and stares as I take in a deep breath and as quickly as I can, rattle off, “I don’t know where it is because I MMMMMFFFGG!” Fuck she’s just too fast with that insert!”
Now she’s really pissed off, grabs a hand full of stones and throws them hard into the bucket. I bite down on my gag from the pain as she adds, “This bucket contains more than enough weight in it to remove even the strongest pair of balls, which sure the hell isn’t your pair.”
Who the hell is she to rate the strength of my balls? She adds, “I wouldn’t suggest wasting much more of my time Jason.” Adding a second, third, forth and fifth hand full of stones before switching her riding crop for a long cane. Shit! Fuck! Mother Fucker!
I can barely breathe from the constant pain of the parachute ball stretcher and ever growing weight of the stones removing bucket below. My tears continue to flow as the tenth of a second warning of {whoosh} happens before the {SMACK!} and searing pain of her cane across the back of my thigh!
Quickly another {whoosh} {SMACK!} and the fire is being felt on the front of my thigh, then ass and stomach! The vice like grip on my balls is a pain I didn’t know is possible, which hurts all the way up the middle of my chest!
There’s a pounding on the door before a girls voice from outside says, “Mistress Melinda. I’m very sorry for interrupting, but I have something very important to show you.”
Melinda says to me, “Lucky you . . . you get a break.”
Maybe a break from the caning, but not the constant weight and pain in my balls. She unlocks and undead bolts the door to let in a petite blonde in just a tight thong. The girl holds up a cellphone to play a video. I’m pretty far away, but it looked like a couple getting onto a private jet.
Even more pissed, Mistress Melinda asks, “And why slave does this have anything to do with me and my current project?”
Timidly, the slave replies, “Because that guy getting into his jet, is Jason Davids. They are already out of the Country.”
Between my hyperventilating and extreme shaking, I have hope that both my balls and me will live to cum another day!
“And who was the cunt with him?”
“Best we know, her name is Helen. Seems she hooked up with Jason because her blind date stood her up.”
I try to get out a “See!” but the pain is the worst yet as Mistress Melinda tells her slave, “Thank you slave. You may chain yourself in your cell and I will punish you later.”
“Yes Mistress Melinda . . . thank you Mistress Melinda.”
As her slave leaves, Melinda turns around and says, “Well lucky you Mr. . . . Not Jason Davids. Since I have a reputation to maintain, If you swear to me here and now, to never say a word about this, I’ll let you leave with your balls still attached. Agreed?”
With the pain in my balls being the worst yet, I nod my head yes just as the most excruciating pain ever rips at my balls as the bucket drops loudly to the hard stone floor! I black out . . .
Waking in a hospital bed, naked from the waist down with my legs up and spread, a Doctor explains, “When the cremaster reflexes are strong enough, it can result in double retractile testicles. In laymen’s terms, his nuts moved from his scrotum back up into his groin where they were before they dropped.”
One of the half dozen female Medical Students asks, “I understand Doctor, but shouldn’t they have dropped back down to their normal position by now?”
“In most cases, that is true. I’ve not seen them fight to come back out as much as they have with this one. I don’t have a clear medical reason why. It’s almost as if they’re scared to come back out? I guess only time will tell.”
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