"That was fun," Mistress K said. "Let's get him down and have another game."
She pointed and One came over to release me. Mistress K handed him the key that was hanging from a chain on her neck and he freed my legs. It felt so good to be able to stand on my feet instead of my toes and to not have my leg muscles strained that I sighed in relief.
"Don't get used to it wimp," One muttered quietly and gave my balls a firm squeeze. He released the chains on my wrists and I sat on the floor to rest.
"The next contest will be a race." Mistress K reached into one of the bags and pulled out two leather devices.
"Have you got the weights we talked about?" Mistress A had finished with TT by then. She stood and walked over to her weight bench in the workout corner of the playroom. She came back carrying two 25-pound weights. "Will these do for a start?"
"Oh I think so. Here, you two put these on each other'" she said handing the leather gadgets to One and I.
I just looked at it.
"It's a parachute you idiot. Get up off the floor, spread your legs and I'll show you," One said. I got up and did as he instructed.
The parachute is a simple device, a cone of leather that snaps tight up under your balls and loosely around them with three little chains hanging down connected to an O-ring. One fit it on my balls and gave it a hard yank. I immediately understood what makes the parachute so simple yet so devious - it squashes your balls together at the same time it pulls on them. I returned the favor for One, attaching the parachute and giving him a good yank.
"Let's get these slaves ready for the big race," Mistress K said attaching our wrist restraints to our collars once again. She pulled us to the fireplace end of the room and had us stand with our legs spread. She and Mistress ran ropes through the rings on our parachutes and tied them to the weights with just a little slack. "That should do it. So the race is across the room, around that chair and back here. The first one to touch the fireplace with his dick is the winner. Or should I say the other one is the loser."
Our playroom is nicely carpeted but in this case all that meant was that we would have more friction dragging the weights against our balls. No matter, I was determined to win this time even if I ripped my balls off.
"On your mark.get set.go!"
I took off as quickly as I could even though it felt like my balls were getting squeezed in a vise. And I quickly moved out ahead of One. It was hard to move very fast but I kept going as fast as I could bear. I made it across the room and rounded the chair before One even got there. In spite of the pain in my balls I was smiling going past One on my way back to the finish line. At least I would avoid the next round of torment. Then I was jerked to a stop by my balls. It was like taking a swift kick to the balls and I fell to the floor in agony, my body curled up in a ball.
As I rolled around moaning One rounded the chair and passed me laughing. That was when I realized what had happened - One had stepped on the weight I was pulling and I did the rest. I watched him cross the room and reach the finish line, then step up onto the hearth so he could actually touch the fireplace with his dick. That meant he picked up the weight with his balls but it didn't seem to bother him. He gave himself a little cheer and stepped back down onto the floor.
Smack - I felt the sting of a blow from Mistress K's crop on my ass. "Get your lazy butt up and finish this race. I can't believe you let him beat you again so easily."
I rolled over, got my legs under me, then struggled to my knees and up to my feet, all the time being encouraged by the crop. My balls were really suffering as I pulled the weight back across the room. I stopped when I got to the hearth. I knew I had to step up and lift the weight but I couldn't bring myself to do that to my tenderized balls. The crop could bring me to do it and I winced as I stepped up and finished the race with a dick touch.
I stepped down and waited for whatever my Mistresses had in mind for me. Mistress K led me back to my same post. She released One's wrists and directed him to reattach my legs, spread wider this time if that was possible. A rope through the hook directly over my head was attached to a d-ring on my collar and pulled up tight. At least she didn't pull me up on my toes again or I might have strangled.
"Since you're such a baby about your balls I guess we'd better toughen them up." She motioned to One who lifted the weight while she shortened the rope attached to my parachute. She nodded and One dropped the 25 pounds ripping at my sack. My scream brought chuckles all around.
"We'll give you some time to get used to that before we start getting serious." Mistress A had TT back on the floor on his back and was riding his face this time. She was holding his baseball bat of a cock and using it like the reins for her ride. I had noticed earlier that his tongue was also exceptionally long. I don't think he could actually lick his eyebrows but it was long. I wonder if long dicks and long tongues are somehow related. It doesn't seem quite fair.
Mistress K settled back into her chair and told One to bring her some wine. He dragged his weight over to our bar and poured her a glass of a nice Merlot. She was watching Mistress A and playing with herself, sipping on her wine. One knelt beside her and I stood in misery. This was one of the hottest scenes I could imagine and I had two cruel Mistresses playing with me instead of the boys. But with the ache in my scrotum I didn't feel that good about it. Or my head didn't. My cock seemed to be enjoying it immensely, standing hard as could be but pointing down from the weight.
Mistress A moaned with her orgasm. It looked like she was grinding TT's head into the carpet. I'm sure he couldn't breathe. "Stop that's enough," she sighed and sat all the way down on his face. Her crotch covered his mouth and his nose was in her ass. Now I knew he couldn't breathe and I wondered if he would pass out. Mistress motioned to One for her own glass of wine and he set off to the bar again dragging his weight. TT started to turn a little blue between Mistress's thighs.
"You know Mistress K you're right about this domination thing. I don't think I've ever felt so much power or had so much fun. This is even better than having all those boys to play with like we did last weekend. I could get used to this."
Mistress A was vaulting past any fantasies I had had. I wondered if I would regret starting down this path. Or if I would survive. TT gasped and took some hard breaths as Mistress A got off his face. She wandered over to her weight bench, picked up a couple ten pounders and headed back towards me while she and Mistress K discussed the glories of dominating males.
"You know all that stuff you're raised with," she strung a rope through one of the ten pounders, "about women being servile and helping their mates and all." She strung the rope through the ring on my parachute. "Well that's like some kind of male conspiracy," she lifted the weight up to her waist, "to keep women from taking control." She dropped the weight. While I screamed she continued, "and all the time men are so easy to control. I'm definitely getting used to it." I wasn't really getting used to having my nuts ripped off.
My mistresses moved to the couch and continued their casual conversation. One and TT sat at their feet delivering a foot massage to each. They casually stroked each other's breasts as they sipped their wine. Mistress K looked over and noticed me not moaning and motioned to One "Ten more for him." One shuffled over with a smile and strung a weight to add to my load. Only he stretched it as high as he could before he dropped it. I could only groan and cry.
"How much can we put on him," Mistresses A asked.
"Oh I don't know. I have a slave that can hold ninety pounds before he passes out. Since this one is such a wimp we'll probably have to put a little less than that on."
I hoped they were about done because I didn't know if I could take any more. And I sure didn't want to pass out with the rope strung up from my collar. I wished Mistress K had fastened me by my arms instead of my collar. Every second felt like an hour to my balls but soon I saw One headed for the weight bench for more weights. More ten-pounders. I hadn't even heard Mistress tell him. He came straight over to me and attached another ten pounds. He didn't drop it as far this time but it didn't matter. I was in deep misery. My eyes were blurred with tears and I could barely hear for my own groans.
My Mistresses continued their sipping and conversation. Mistress K leaned over and kissed Mistress A. That turned into a deeper kiss and they caressed each other all over their bodies. Mistress K kissed her way down Mistress A and they were locked in a 69. Mistress A had never shared any fantasies about being with another woman, even though I had those fantasies. She skipped right past the fantasy part to the reality part. TT and One sat watching with their heads just inches away wishing they could join in. I wished I could have been over there as well. The Mistresses knew exactly how to please each other and soon came with muffled moans.
They lay back looking satisfied with their heads on each others thighs. Mistress K looked over at my pained expression and reached for her crop. "He doesn't look like he is having any fun. Try this out." She handed it to Mistress A who locked eyes with me as she crossed the room. Mistress stepped behind me and I felt the sting as the crop bit into my ass. The sting made me jump at least as much as I could move and the weights started bounding and swinging. I tried to stand as still as possible to save my balls but that just made Mistress laugh and lay into me even harder. She peppered my ass and thighs, front and back. She stopped when her arm got tired. The weights continued to swing for a minute after she stopped.
"Oh I really do like being totally in charge." I was less sure how I felt about it than I had been when I was fantasizing. I hoped the games were over. I don't know if Mistress K got bored or jealous watching Mistress keep me hopping but she was ready to move on in just a few minutes.
"OK slave let him loose and let's see what we want to do next." One pulled his weight over to me and started to unburden my balls. He picked up the big 25 pound weight to untie its rope but "accidentally" dropped it before he got it loose. "Sorry," he said with a smirk and untied the other weights one by one. Then he was successful with the big one. Then he released my collar and ankles. Once again I sank to the floor in relief and exhaustion. I had a steady ache in my balls and didn't know if it would go away soon or ever.
22.12.06
story continues in More Fantasies come to Life 3
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