Painful Handjob

spiked glove for a handjob

There was no way a casual observer could possibly guess why I was there, but I knew, and my face was flushed. Glancing around, reassured that there were no curious eyes watching, I knocked on the door. It was opened by Mistress Ella, and I immediately felt her power over me. “Hello, sissy,” she greeted me. I could see the genuine affection in her eyes, and it was all I could do to keep from falling to my knees right there in the doorway. At another time, in another place, that might be the proper action. But for today, she merely stood aside and allowed me to enter.

A CD goddess

I was surprised to see another person in the room. She was vaguely familiar, but I was certain we had never met before.
“Sissy, this is Mistress J.” Now it clicked. I had seen dozens of photos of Mistress J in action with Mistress Ella, as they played with various slaves. A CD dome, Mistress J also radiated power and presence. “I have been telling J about you, sissy, and today seemed like a fine time to let her see for herself.”
“I see that you obeyed my orders so far, sissy,” Mistress Ella said. “Was it humiliating to walk to your car and drive over here dressed like that?” She was referring to the woman’s blouse I was wearing, along with shorts and sandals. The shorts were over “suntan” colored pantyhose. Anyone who looked closely at my legs would immediately know, and the toe of the pantyhose clearly showed through the sandals. The blouse buttoned the wrong way, featured a peter pan collar and some lace accents.
“Now it is time for you to get naked and on your knees, sissy. Then I want a nice long slave kiss in greeting.” This was said with a smile, but it was clearly a direct order.
“See, J,” Mistress Ella commented when my blouse was off, “Sissy has some nice boobies here. I would like to show them off better.”
“No bra?” asked Mistress J.
“Not yet,” Mistress Ella replied. “But I am going to have her wear a bikini in the sun. I love making a sissy have tanning marks from a bathing suit bra!”
“Oh, I agree. A thong bottom, too?”
“Maybe high cut on the legs, but I want a full panty bottom. I want to keep her ass and genitals white compared to the rest of her. Keep them as targets, you know?”
“Of course! Then you can make them as red as you like with a paddle or whip,” agreed Mistress J.
‘Well, speaking of genitals, it’s about time for the unveiling,” Mistress Ella said. “Take those pink panties down sissy, and show Mistress J what is inside.”
Furiously blushing, I slid the pink lacey panties off my hips and they fell in a puddle at my feet. Instinctively, my hands covered my shriveled penis, and the pink ribbon tied in a bow around the base of my cock and balls.
“Now sissy, none of that. Take those hands away like a good gurl and let Mistress J see why I invited her over today. Show her why you are nothing but a sissy.”
Head down, I did as Mistress Ella asked.
“Oh my, Ella! That really is one of the most pathetic cocks I have ever seen! It does look cute with the ribbon tied around. That little thing should always be in panties.”
“You see, sissy,” Mistress Ella said to me, “I am in the mood for fucking today. Since there is no way I could even feel that worthless dick of yours inside me, I asked J to join us. She is carrying a real nice big cock under her skirt. I told her we would make sure you got a taste of it today, and also the cum she shoots! Now get down on your knees and tongue my asshole.”
I knew I deserved the comments from Ella and Mistress J, but still, I was embarrassed and blushing. Mistress Ella bared her own luscious ass and stood in front of me. I got to admire Her glorious pussy before she turned her back and bent at the waist. Without any hesitation, I spread her ass cheeks and leaned in to deliver a slave kiss, right up her back door.
“That looked like you sissy did a good job, Mistress J remarked when Mistress Ella finally stepped away.
“Yes, she is quite talented with her tongue, and loves to rim my ass, Mistress Ella agreed, “I’ll let her give you a sample later. Right now, let’s take this sissy into the dungeon and punish her for having such a disappointing cock. I have severe torture in mind, and I think you and I will both get turned on by what I am going to do to sissy. You can take photos!”
A short time later, I was on my back, kegs spread and elevated. The ordeal was about to begin.
“Oh sissy,” Mistress Ella said as she gently handled my cock and rubbed my balls, “You are such a slave! You know I am about to hurt these things, and yet I see you trying to get hard. Speak to me.”

Giving my sissy self to the pain

“Mistress, I can’t help myself. I adore You. I am so sorry my male parts are so pitiful. I only want to give You pleasure, dear Mistress. If Your pleasure comes from causing pain to my cock and balls, I willingly surrender them to your mercies.”
“Sissy, once I start, there will be no mercy. Only I decide when there has been enough torture.”
“I understand, Mistress. I only want to please You.”
That exchange put a smile on Mistress Ella’s face. She was still smiling when her nasty six-tailed whip crashed into my balls.
“I promised you could cum today, sissy, and I will keep my promise. But not until there are some pretty bruises on you cock. And on your balls!”
After a dozen strokes, she offered the whip to Mistress J, who added another dozen lashes. Mistress Ella then gave a few more.
“That whipping alone should leave you sore for days, sissy. Seeing the nice bruises is making me wet, and I think J is starting to get hard, too. But I am not through yet. There is more pain to come, which means more pleasure for me!”
Ella stepped back and put the whip away. While she was getting the next item, I turned my head and saw that Mistress J had removed her skirt, and was stroking her full-sized dick into an impressive hard-on.
Mistress Ella stepped back to the table. “I hope you took some good photos of the bruise we put on her clitty, J. I can see how it turned you on. Just a few more minutes and I’ll welcome that big stiff thing deep inside of me.” Turning to me she went on, “look what I have for you, sissy!”
She held her hands in front of my face. Light glinted from the dozens of tack points sticking through the vampire gloves she was wearing! I was certain my eyes went wide in terror. But at the same time, my cock throbbed in anticipation.
“I am going give you a nice slow handjob, sissy,” Mistress Ella explained. “I don’t think there is any way you are going to get up from that table without a few bleeding scratches on your clitty and ball sack. The tack points aren’t all that long, but they can be very nasty. It is not so bad if I do this,” she said grabbing hold of my cock with one hand and my balls with other. “The points just kind of dig in. But when I do this,” The hand released its grip my balls and began to rub across them, “That’s when the scratches come.”
She began to pump my cock. It seemed like I could feel the pressure of each point, but there was no scratching yet. The pain stimulated me into a very stiff erection.
“It is just too bad that this 3-inch hard-on is the best you can do, sissy. It is very skinny, too. Do you know what an Indian Burn is sissy? When you grip an arm very tightly with both hands next to each other, then twist them in opposite directions. Hurts when you just use your hands. I did it once to a stiff cock barehanded and the guy swore I ruined him. So I tried it on another slave wearing these tack gloves. Wow, did that make a bloody mess! He couldn’t touch his cock again for months. But I don’t think I can repeat that with you – you don’t have enough dick to work with.”

Bloody handjob

Her hand kept pumping and my hips started to twitch. She slowed me back down by slapping my balls and dragging her hand when it hit. Mistress J was busy snapping photos and making “that was a good one” type comments.
“I think you are getting very close now sissy. Are you one of those who gets very sensitive on the head after you cum? Well, let’s find out! Cum for me now, sissy.” She pumped harder and harder, and the orgasm was intense. Cum pooled on my belly and ran down the fingers of the gloved hand pumping me. But she did not stop. The pumping continued until I was squirming with discomfort.
“Aw, want me to stop, sissy? Well, I don’t think so. At least not until we see how you like me rubbing the head of your cock!” And with that, the hand that had been working over my balls now began a scrubbing motion on my cock head. The pain leaped to a level I had never experienced before. The spikes dug in and often broke the skin. She pulled my foreskin down hard and made sure to rub the edges of the crown, and the very top of the shaft, too.
“Ooooh, sissy, seeing the blood is making me cum!”
She abandoned my poor cock and pushed Mistress J to the floor, where Mistress Ella quickly mounted J’s big hard-on. The two of them fucked until Ella came twice more, and J pumped a load deep inside.
By the time the two of them had finished, the pain in my genitals had eased some. I was able to lift my head and examine the damage. I was sure there were strips of flesh hanging from the ruins of my cock, but that was not the case. There were numerous scratches, and the head looked inflamed. Small drops of blood had formed on the deeper gouges
“Oh sissy,” Mistress Ella said, “Looks like I did quite a number on your clitty! I don’t think you’re gonna play with yourself for a while.”
“Did it please you, Mistress?”
“It gave me intense pleasure, my slave. It was truly wonderful!”
“Then I am glad to have served you well.”
“Well, bloody cock or not, you have some clean up to do with your tongue, sissy. Get all the cum out of me first, then suck Mistress J’s cock.”

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