There's a leather collar around my neck, and a metal fastener attaches it to another ring on the frame. I can't speak to her because there's a huge ball gag shoved in my mouth and tied tightly around my head. I can't see her because there's a thick, black blindfold over my eyes, just as tight as the gag. But I can hear her.

"There," she says, her musical voice sounding pleased. "I think that will do. For now." She has just finished hanging two small weights from chains that are attached to my mipples by tiny clamps. I can feel the little teeth of the clamps digging into those sensitive nubs. She takes a moment to playfully bat the weights around, sending shocsk of pain through me, all the way to my crotch.

My cock stands at full attention. I hear her sit down in front of me. "He" ...she grabs my cock roughly... "is next." I feel her winding thin leather straps around my balls, separating them and drawing the skin of my sack very tight. She wraps the strips up and around my cock and ties the ends together. My sack is squeezed tight, its contents siff and sticking out in two directions.

"My, such big balls!" she says. "Those will get some extra special attention later."

Next she begins attaching clothespins to my cock, starting at the base and running the whole length, on the underside. When she puts one on that most sensitive spot about an inch below the head, I moan out loud. It feels like I'm going to cum.

"You like that?" she asks, as if she can't tell. As if I could answer. She plays a little with that clothespin, wiggling it lightly. That spot always does it to me - I can make myself cum just by tickling it, and her teasing drives me wild. But she stops just short of releasing me. She says, "Not yet, not util I say." I strain to move my cock to bring back the feeling, but it's no use.

I hear her stand up. Then she's pressing against me. She caresses my chest, my ass, my face, my balls. She says, "Now you're safe. Now you're ready." She leans in even closer. I can feel her lips brush my ear as she takes my cock in her hand, strokes it gently and whispers, "Now you're mine!"

She steps around the frame, behind me. For a few seconds I hear nothing. Then -

WHACK!

Something with lots of thin leather straps smacks my exposed ass. I jerk in pain and surprise. Again there is no sound.

WHACK!

Another swat. I feel lots of little pinpoint stings. She hits me again, then again, pausing a little less each time.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She begins to build up a rhythm. I wonder how much I can take. The pain is getting worse with every smack. I've never been able to handle heavy spanking, there's something about that particular pain that I just can't stand. This is agony.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I struggle to take the punishment silently, but I can't. I start to whimper behind the gag, then moan, then scream. I'd do as well if I were a mute, for all the difference it makes to her - she continues to strike me over and over and over again.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I struggle against my bonds, screaming at the top of my lungs, but I can do nothing. She goes on as if I wre an inanimate object. Suddenly, without breaking her rhythm, she works her way up my back. The strokes come in quick succession, as she moves toward my shoulders.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Now she attacks my shoulders and back, occasionally whacking my ass in case I forget the pain there. The whole of my skin feels like it's split open, raw and tender. As if the beating is not enough, every stroke makes the weights in front of me twitch, sending little shocks waves through my nipples. The waves spread to my cock which, incredibly, has grown harder and longer. My balls, in their leather prison, start to ache.