BDSM Slave For Neighbour Aunty – Pt 2 (Clamps On My Ballsacks!)

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I have never been handled this way before. I could feel her fingers move deep into my asshole as she kept on hurling abuses and insults right into my ears. “You are my slave from today,” she said into my years. “You do as I say, I use you in any way you want; and if I feel happy, you get rewarded” she kept on saying.

She kept nibbling on my earlobes, harder than she should. I was still trying to wrap my head around what was happening. A simple aunty from the neighbourhood had turned into my BDSM master.

I was standing in a strange room, nude and tied up while my master was still fully clothed and could do whatever she wanted to. I was so scared and turned on at the same time and I couldn’t help but whisper back, “Yes ma’am”. She seemed to turn wilder with this.

She started pulling my nipples while she anal-fingered me. Now 3 of her fingers were moving inside my asshole as she pulled and pinched my nipples really hard with her free hand. I cried in pain and pleasure. It was something I had never felt before in my life. As I cried louder, she went harder.

Suddenly, she stopped and I felt like maybe now I have succeded in pleasing her. Her fingers came out of my asshole and I could feel her moving away. I could hear her go out of the room and then come back a while later as I stood tied to the window grill.

She came back and took off my blindfold. I was sweaty and I could see sweatdrops on her forehead. I could see a shine in her eyes and an evil smile on her face. Then I noticed her hands. She had a few clamps in her hands, the ones you use to dry clothes on the wire.

She untied me, made me turn to face her, and tied my hands to the window grill again. I was in shock and was praying that she doesn’t use the clamps on me.

No one was listening to my silent prayer. She took two clamps and put them on my nipples which were already sensitive from all the pinching and pulling. Oh, it hurt so much, and it felt good to in a weird way. I begged her to take them off and I could see her smile and enjoy the pain that I was in.

She just stood there for a while and watched me squirm and beg as I got used to the pain. Then she came close to me again and whispered in my ears, “Do you like it?” I replied, “Yes ma’am”. Every time I complied to her wishes, she got wilder.

She took a few more clamps, and I was in disbelief. Where was she going to put them now? She pinched me around my body with the clamps for a while, leaving red marks all over me. She then went on to put the clamps on my ball sack.

This time it really hurt, and I shouted in pain. Slap, right across my cheek and I stopped shouting. She put on 2-3 clamps on my ball sack as I kept on begging her to take it off. Then she kissed my lips, the first romantic thing she did since I have been her slave, but nothing was without a kink. She bit my lips at the end of the kiss, hard. The bite was nothing compared to the clamps on my ball sack and I loved it.

Then she went and stood a little away from me, maybe a few feet. She was still fully dressed in a saree and everything, but not for long. To my surprise, my master started giving me a strip show. She started in a very seductive way, taking the saree off her shoulders, exposing her cleavage, her boobs covered in her blouse, trying to break free.

Aunty then went on to pull her saree out off her petticoat and throw it on the ground. She was standing in front of me in her blouse and petticoat. I could see all her curves and edges. Her boobs and her wide ass, the slightly fat belly. She started twirling around in front of me.

Despiste all the clamps on my body, I was getting so turned on by this strip show. I started getting an erection. She seemed to notice it, look at me and give me a smile. She proceeded to take off her blouse too, one hook at a time, give me a good look at her cleavage every time she unhooked. I was getting really hard by now.

Her blouse was completely off now. For a simple housewife, she was in a rather sexy red bra. Her boobs were big and fair, with dark nipples. When she took off her petticoat and let it drop on the ground, I saw that she had a matching underwear on as well. She took a full 360 degree turn, slowly, letting me take in every detail of her figure. Her milky thighs, her wide and plump ass, the love handles, all of it turned me on so much.

I was really turned on by now, wondering what was next. She came close to me again, whispered in my ears, “Time for today’s final show” and left the room. I stood there, watching her ass sway from side to side, wondering if now was the time for my reward. I had no idea how wrong I was. She came back into the room, with a paddle in her hand, the ones used to wash clothes at home, and a wicked smile on her face.

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To be continued.