The Decision, In Seattle
Our hero is spending his afternoon in the beautiful sun that is shining down onto the deck at his Mistress's house. The location is rural so he has perfect privacy, which is appropriate as he is nude. He's down on his hands and knees, and is intently focused on the sight of his Mistress's body.
She is very close to him. In fact, her pussy is within six inches of the tip of his nose. She's also nude, relaxing in a chair with his head between her open legs.
Our hero longs to touch her pussy, longs to run his tongue and lips over it but he cannot do so. His balls are held in a shockingly tight steel clamp; much like a vice, and the clamp is in turn attached to a large ring embedded in the deck via a short length of chain. He is struggling mightily to reach his Mistress and the pussy he so desires, but it is an impossible goal, the chain will not stretch, and his balls have already been pulled to the breaking point.
She is taunting him. Her pussy is wet with it's own juices, she knows that it's scent is driving him wild. She is gently fingering herself, running the tip of her finger over every ridge and into every valley. As she strokes herself she tells him how soft and supple it feels, tells him how wonderful it would taste, asks him if he will not try just a little bit harder to reach her, so that she can enjoy his mouth on her body.
He tries desperately to move toward her, stretching and crushing his balls in the process. Her look, her scent, and her words are intoxicating beyond measure, but it is simply impossible for him to reach her. He is drunk with lust. A pool of pre-cum is building on the deck from the steady stream leaking from his cock. He desires nothing in the world more than to place his mouth on her glistening pussy.
She stops touching herself, reaches down to the little table beside her, picks up a wickedly sharp knife and hands it to him.
"I want to feel your mouth on my body, and I know how badly you want my pussy, but I don't want to move any closer to you, and you seem incapable of moving closer to me." She declares.
"If you take that knife and free yourself from bondage by cutting off your own balls, I'll let you lick me until I cum. If you won't do that for me, then our relationship will be over, and I'll not see you again. Will you castrate yourself for me little man? Sacrifice your manhood for me?" She asks.
