Masters Sinister Pleasure: Exploring the Limits of Sensual Submission and Dominance

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After a quick break to eat and recover a little-during which Oren seemed to return to his normal almost shy state-I had Oren strung up to a hook on the ceiling. His hands were cuffed and his feet spread in a way that had him arching his back to stay upright. It was gorgeous.
“Hmmm, what to do first.” I murmured.
I had a hold of his little erection and I was stroking it slowly. I watched Oren bite his lip and shift up onto his tip toes as the pleasure started to overwhelm him. His eyes were unfocused and his breathing was shallow, his mouth even hung open a little.
Of the two of us, he’d always been the more sensitive. It was so easy to turn him on and have him cumming that sometimes I did it on accident. But today I had no intention of letting him off that easy.
I let go of his cock and stepped back, enjoying the little forlorn whimper that he gave. Clearly he had been close, as he was blushing and his cock was drooling precum down to his thighs.
“Ah, I know.”
I rummaged around the closet and came back with a thin wooden paddle. When Oren saw it his eyes widened just a little bit.
I circled around him and ran my hand slowly over his nice smooth, firm ass. The high moan of pleasure told me he was enjoying this more than I wanted him to.
Smack!
Oren gasped loudly and attempted to pull away but I delivered another swat before he could.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His pale skin was beautifully rosy where I’d spanked it. I licked my lips as I ran the paddle over the red spots before pulling it back for another swing.
He winced and I heard a soft, “Ouch!”
I leaned forward to see his adorable face contorted into a wince. His eyes were tearing up just slightly.
“Aw, sorry, does that hurt?”
He nodded slowly and I smacked him once more for good measure, although softer than the previous times. He yelped.
I grinned and went back to the closet. There had to be more in there that I hadn’t used yet. Something perfect for Oren, to push that cute body over the edge.
And then I saw them. The holy trinity of ecstasidic agony.
I pulled my new toys from the closet and set them on a nearby table and went back to Oren. I got in real close to him so that my cock was pressed up against his hipbone and wrapped my arms around him. I bent down, my lips touching his ear.
“Tell me lover, do you want me to be firm or gentle?”
“Firm.” His voice shuttered a little as if he were unsure.
“I hoped you’d say that.” I nipped his ear a little and stepped back to grab the first of my toys.
I crouched between Oren’s legs and secured the ring around his cock-tightening it maybe a little more than I absolutely had to-and the harness around his balls. The little device held his cock and balls like two separate things, squeezing just enough to not be completely comfortable.
Oren was already fidgeting around and making soft whining noises and I hadn’t even used the fun part of this toy yet.
I looked up at him and grinned as I attached the first little weight to his balls.
Oren cried out, his voice high as it was only when he was extremely aroused. He hid his face in his arm, but I’d seen the blush on it. Unbelievable. He was genuinely enjoying this.
I attached another weight and then another until I could see his balls being pulled a little with the strain. He was panting hard now and moaning softly with every other breath.
I was more turned on than I can remember being in my life. Not only was I loving having this kind of power over him, but it’s hard to accurately describe just how hot Oren looked. His whole body was wracked with lust, his cock was leaking steadily and the head was bright red. His ass was arched into the air, swaying just a little which in turn cause his weighted balls to sway as well. His nipples were peaked and pink as rose petals, complementing his pink tinged cheeks and still slightly red ass. His blonde hair fell into his eyes and some of it was caught around his mouth and his expression was one of wanton lust. But somehow he still seemed shy about it all, which only made him look more sexual.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Oren.” I purred.
He didn’t respond.
I lifted the weights so they touched his cock and then dropped them. He shrieked and pulled away from my hand, tossing his head back.
“Answer me when I talk to you.”
“Y-yes Sir!” He squeaked.
I grinned, “Good boy. Now what I plan on doing next requires you to participate. Can you do that?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good.”
I turned and grabbed my next toy from the table. This was something I felt was sort of poetic justice for earlier and one of my favorite toys to see used.
“N-no!” Oren gasped, “N-no, please not that thing!”
I grinned and put the little electric wand thing a few inches in front of him at the level of his nipples.
“Touch it.” I commanded.
Oren hesitated a long moment, looking at the wand as if he were regretting buying it.
“I said, touch it.”
He closed his eyes and leaned forward very slowly until his little pink nipple just touched the tip of the wand. Immediately he jumped back, squealing. That made his heavy balls swing, calling his attention back to them as well which elicited more squealing and gasping.
I chuckled softly and moved the wand to the other nipple, “Again.”
“P-please…”
“Oren. Do it.”
This time it took him longer, but

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