By The Balls

BY THE BALLS

written, produced and directed by

THE SUPREME GODDESS NATASHA

Ft. Lauderdale, FL

Men are so easy. I mean they are so easily seduced. Regardless of your strength, your assertiveness, your courage and heroics, the size of your muscles or the size of your cock, whether you are a fireman or a financier, a smart Woman can conquer you with the merest whiff or suggestion of sex and reduce you to crawling and begging for Her favors. A smart Woman can have you eating out of Her hand effortlessly or, if She chooses, She can use that hand to lead you around by the balls. You are so helpless to our sexual guile you eagerly succumb to our dominance. Let’s face the truth about the old saying that a man’s brain is in his cock. A smart Woman can use your libido to make you Her slave. Once your cock and balls are in Her hands you will do anything She commands.

Let Me also remind you that in earliest childhood you spent years under the control of a soft, beautiful Woman who nurtured you and disciplined you.  At that time you learned to call Her “mom.”  Now, you call Her Mistress.  That early childhood experience is the fountain of  sexual submissiveness in most males.  Some men recognize that they are inferior to Women and come willingly to slavery.  Some are so stupidly machismo they have to be manipulated into submission.  Whatever the case, We have you by the balls.

So, you knock on My door puffed up by bravado and exuding the underarm odor of male arrogance, ready to recite the script of your desired drama. But how quickly that timid little boy emerges when you behold the vision of My dominance standing before you in shiny thigh high, patent leather boots and a leather bustier.  men! You are so easy.  You gaze upon the archetypical Goddess you have hidden away in your childish fantasies all these years standing majestically before you, and you are smitten.  Without My command, you fall to your knees. I extend one leather clad foot beneath your bowed face and at the snap of My fingers you kiss My boot and grovel in submission. So effin easy.

Not only do We have you by the balls, it is proper to say I have your ass in a sling – more correctly, in a four point bondage swing.  You are on your back in the small leather hammock, naked and exposed.  Your legs are spread wide and suspended by leather straps. Your feet are up in the air. Your wrists are likewise restrained from above, but your head hangs back over the edge of the leather swing, your body in a lovely U-shape.  How does the world look to you from that position?  Oh, sorry. Blindfolded, you cannot see and denied the use of intelligible language by Me, you cannot say. I do not permit men to speak in My presence because they are dirty, lowly, primitive, rutting, unevolved beasts. You may grunt, you may moan, you may groan, you may holler, you may scream, you may cry, wail and gnash your teeth, but you may not utter even one human word. The penalty will by a merciless slash of the cane across your tender thighs. Besides, I take great pleasure in the sounds of My victim’s suffering. It makes Me so hot. Really, the symphony of your screams makes Me wet. I will not be distracted from that lovely music by your stupid words.

With your feet suspended above, the underside of your thighs are so vulnerable to the cuts of My cane.  There will soon be lovely red welts across the backs of your thighs, and your ass as well.  I shall be careful not to strike your cock and balls with My cane. I have a smaller whip for that purpose.  I know My words terrify you, little slave, but your cock is so hard!

You love being captive to My power. Your cock tells Me so. You are so eager to be dominated. Your throbbing cock gives you away. Your cock and balls must be punished for your masculine sins against Womanhood, don’t you think? Well, it doesn’t matter what you think or how much you squirm and moan in protest. You are in no position to debate the issue as I load two 2-ounce weights onto the parachute suspended from your balls and lash your engorged dick with My cock whip. 

The cock whip and the heavy weights on your scrotum are just prelude to the slashing of My cane across your underthighs and your buttocks. Because I have denied you the use of words, I placed a roll of quarters in your hand. You may drop the quarters as a safe signal should the pain become unbearable. I want you to drop the roll right now if you are concerned about someone seeing any bruises and welts I may inflict. If you are not, I shall not hesitate to tattoo your ass with welts that you may proudly wear for Me.

The rope is tied so tightly around your balls that they are separated from your cock and bulging red like a pink rubber bubble. The four ounces of lead fishing weights in the parachute cause your scrotum to stretch downward and further away from your throbbing cock. Your low moans tell Me how uncomfortable you are. I happily experiment on you cock with a thin slapper and watch you jump at the unexpected pain. You squirm against an additional two ounces of lead sinker in the parachute.

I caress the inside of your thighs and around your buttocks. Feels so good you push your cock upwards in the hope that I will rub it for you.  Ha! daydream believer. Instead, I slap your cock and then spank your ass and thighs until they turn a faint pink. I turn the heat up with My riding crop, beating it rapidly against the underside of your suspended legs and hard against your butt until your skin blushes hot red. Oops, a strike against you balls. So sorry. <snicker> I add another two ounce weight to the sac tied to your balls. You are straining against the pain now, sweating, almost crying.

Then I slash you with a thin, flexible cane. Blindfolded, you did not see it coming. Shock! What delicious fun I have while you cry and protest against your bonds.  How lovely to watch you heave your hips upward to escape the cut of the cane, which you can only anticipate. The lead weights pull  downward against your balls, tied so tightly by thin rope the circulation is nearly cut off.  I know, I know, I threatened the cane only if you spoke with human words. Do not disobey Me. I will give you ten times ten cuts of the cane if you dare to speak. I may do so anyway and you will still obey Me. You are my lowly whipped hound, my dumb, stupid beast, and I am the cruelest Mistress you have ever encountered.  But, what of it?  In your heart you agree, men are but playthings and slaves to amuse their Mistress. 

The second cut of the cane brings a welt across your underthighs and a strangled scream from deep in your throat. I strike hard and hold the rattan in place against your skin so the red hot pain will radiate outward. the third strike comes quickly after so there is no time for anticipation. I whip the cane and bounce it away quickly to maximize the sting. A dark thin welt begins to rise in a line across your buttocks. I ask you, how many welts can I raise before you let loose of the roll of quarters? A terrifying question. But you hold firmly to the quarters. It turns out you are quite a pain piggy.

Slowly, methodically over the next fifteen minutes I apply the cane to your naked flesh, taking long delicious pauses between some strokes so you may suffer the anticipation.  I add more weight to the sack tied to your balls. Sometimes a stroke is followed rapidly with a second stinger. You twist and hump your hips off the bondage swing at each slash of the cane and you moan and cry at each blow but you express not one human word. My good, dumb beast, suffering wordlessly to provide hot, wet amusement for Goddess.

What amuses Goddess even more than striking with the cane is to apply electro torture to My victim beast. I have long dreamed of having a farm where I may herd animals with an electric prod. Not cattle and pigs, of course, but human male beasts of burden snorting and stumbling naked through the knee-deep mud, and afterwards exhausted but grateful to lick the mud from My boots. I have such a fondness for the electric prod. So, while the farm will be My fantasy while I torture beastie, you will not have the luxury of fantasy because you will be writhing in electro torment. I apply an electrolytic conducting gel around the mid-shaft of your penis and then slide a tubular electro-ring down to the middle of it. Your fear delights Me. You can’t see the power box I have plugged into the wall socket. Fortunately for you it is a step-down transformer. It wouldn’t do to give you 110 volts. <smiling> Just more gentle pulses to make you jump and cry and suffer until you think you have never suffered so much.

I turn up the intensity dial to about one quarter strength and send a mild shock to your cock. You quiver a bit, but you take it well so I increase the voltage and send a second jolt. This time your hips leap off the hammock and they dance for Me as you scream in pain. Your cock grows softer. It is not so beastly powerful under the onslaught of the electric pulse. What fun. I turn the voltage up to its highest reading and send two quick shocks. You jump and scream with the pain, your cock goes limp but you stubbornly clutch the roll of quarters. You really are a dumb beast, too stupid to surrender.

I release the parachute from your scrotum and light a cigarette. I exhale and relax. That was so good for Me. Was it good for you? Just nod your doltish head. I allow you to recover a bit and permit Myself the pleasure of savoring your suffering. I inhale the smoke from My cigarette and muse about My fantasy farm filled with a few cows, pigs, chickens and ducks, and by several human male slave-beasts I can work and torment. I indulge that lovely reverie before I return to your torture. When we are finished here you will belong to Me totally. You will be My silent, obedient, adoring, committed slave-beastie – my cattle.

With opera-length, leather gloves on My hands, I caress your cock. It grows hard and throbbing again despite the pain you have suffered and the fear in your throat. You are still blindfolded so you do not see the cockhead stimulator I have chosen with the urethral tip. I lubricate the tip with electrolytic gel and insert it gently into your pee hole, pushing the tubular ring so it surrounds your cock head. I attach the electrical leads from the power box and send a very gentle pulse of electrical stimulation into your urethra. Several low level pulses to get you accustomed to the new sensation. Very gentle pulses that cause your cock to swell and throb with pleasure-pain. Almost feels good. But beware the last shock from your cruel Mistress. I place a leather bit into your mouth. Bite down on this before I increase the intensity and the duration of the last pulse. It will protect your stupid tongue. I increase the intensity to its max and dispatch the Pulse. Your hips heave upwards and freeze in a sculpture of anguish as the electricity rips through your disdained cock. Delicious for Me to watch you writhe in pain and howl for mercy. The roll of quarters drops from your hand to the floor at last and you collapse back into the swing. “No more,” you whimper, “no more. Mercy, Mistress, mercy, i beg you.”  How I love the sound of a begging beastie after the groans and screams of pain, the only time I tolerate spoken words from My subhuman.

Afterwards, exhausted and shaken by the electro torture and thoroughly conquered by My majestic beauty, you grovel on the floor on your belly tearfully grateful to lick My boots. You have become My dumb beast-slave.

A beast-slave does not, cannot live in the everyday civilized world. Now that you are an animal you must say goodbye to all that and you will do so happily with the knowledge that you will devote the rest of your miserable life serving and suffering for My amusement and pleasure. Pack up your belongings and sell them along with all your property because you will need nothing but your naked body to work on My slave farm. Lucky for you the Farm is located in South Florida where the climate is friendly to beast-slaves. Say farewell to all your worldly attachments. Your new life is about to begin in service to your Goddess. Service to Me will give new meaning to your life. You will stop being a useless wanker and exploiter of Women and learn to worship and adore all Women as your Superiors. You are prepared now to recognize the Superiority of Women and to voluntarily and consensually place yourself into slavery to Mistress. You will labor hard day and night for My benefit and, exhausted at the end of the day, you will lick My boots in gratitude for the happiness of your slavery.