Janani Decides To Punish My Balls – Part 11

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This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at [email protected].

As she tied the other end of my rope similarly around Anjan’s ankle, he too realized the full implication of our situation. We were both standing on one leg, on tip-toes, at that, and our other leg was held waist high by a taut rope. If I let my leg go down due to fatigue, which I obviously will, it will tug on Anjan’s balls upwards, causing excruciating pain for him. And likewise with my balls and his legs. Anjan began his pleading only to get a sharp slap across his face, leaving angry red impressions where her palm connected with his face. It shut him up. “Normally”, Janani spoke, caressing our cocks – mine hard, Anjan’s soft from fear, “the slaves’ arms will have to be tied to ensure they can’t cheat by holding their leg up with their hands. But my slaves won’t do that, will they?”; it was not a question. She gave up on Anjan, who couldn’t get hard despite her ministrations – we were to find out later he was too fucking scared and did not find the situation erotic. She started moving her hand up and down my shaft as she spoke. This only made it worse for me, as my right leg kept moving downwards, causing Anjan to scream in pain. Sadly, soon, Anjan too couldn’t hold his leg up properly, and pretty much gave up, causing the entire weight of his leg to tug on my balls. I was in insane pain, and never so aroused my entire life (it was the day I realized I was a true painslut).

But Janani didn’t notice any of it. She just went on playing with my cock, first with her hand, then her mouth, still speaking. “Fucking choot. You have a wonderful pussy right here, and a mistress to own you, and you still want to go out of India with your stupid family? Tell me, does your ugly mother let you fuck her the way I do? Do you get to lick her pussy and drink her piss? Does she let you have your way with her body? Or are you a faggot for your father at all? You have everyfuckingthing you want here. What the fuck do you need to go on a trip for? Do you not have what you want here? Aren’t I more exotic than any stupid international location?” She kept talking to herself, addressing me, but I knew better than to answer any of the questions. The only sounds were of her voice and of Anjan’s moans of pain. Her behaviour was scary, but it was still insanely erotic in my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel bloody horny for her.

Then she started mimicking in a high, childish, whiny voice what I told her earlier, which started it all, “But I need to go! My parents are going to a trip of Europe and our tickets are booked. We had planned it long before you owned me, akka. I can’t say no to them na. Please, I won’t plan anything over the next vacations.” Her grip on my cock tightened as she said all this, and then she tugged on the rope tied to Anjan’s leg, making me grimace with pain. Then she switched to her voice, and raised it, “Fuck you. I own you now. And you are going nofuckingwhere, get it?” and she sped up as she spoke, making me shoot within seconds of her finishing. My balls tried in vain to contract and move closer to my body, and strained to shoot the cum out through all the ropes. And the one knee holding me up buckled with the strain, causing my right leg to reflexively try moving down for support, and failing. Anjan screamed in anguish as my cum splashed all over Janani’s face and I tried in vain to regain my balance on my left leg’s toes.

When my cock finally deflated and finished shooting all its cum, Janani calmly stood up and helped me regain my balance. She put her left arm below my right armpit and held me around the waist as I straightened up. Her face was barely inches from mine and we were just looking at each other. I knew at that moment that I was Janani’s forever, and that I loved her, and the pain she could inflict. She kept looking at me and holding me up, while she undid the rope around my ankle, relieving Anjan of at least the pain on his balls. Anjan was whimpering by the time the rope swooshed off my ankles and down onto him. But Janani and I were oblivious to everything except each other’s faces, and the pain in my balls – Anjan was however managing to regain some balance and strength after his balls were released, and the tugging on my balls decreased. Janani kept staring into my eyes, and I decided to lick my cum off her face. As I finished, she smiled, making me love her more, and we kissed – a kiss of pure lust, love and depravity. We were both made for each other and we realized it. “I love you, Janani”, I told her after the kiss. “I love you too”, she said, and kissed me again, tugging on the rope around Anjan’s balls.

“Neither of you shall talk till I permit it”, she said, and made us stand back to back, Anjan still one legged and my balls still hung and tied. She went off and lay on the bed, giving Anjan permission to untie his balls and me permission to jack off if I wanted to – permissions both of us took advantage of. After about forty minutes, by which time I came again, and by which time Anjan was resting his leg almost entirely on the rope, making my balls ache and my cock harder, Janani got up. She hurriedly undid the rope from Anjan’s leg and from my balls. “Sorry, I dozed off!” and she sounded genuinely flustered as I breathed a sigh of relief from my balls’ freedom.

(A note of warning for ISS readers here: Please do not try bondage without fully realizing the risks, or without explaining the risks to the submissive. Please DO NOT try this at home without consent of your sexual partner, and DO NOT try this without properly learning it fully. NEVER tie up balls and/or cocks for more than 30 minutes, even lesser when the balls are tied to something else. At its worst, it could result in severe medical emergencies and you could possibly lose sexual functionality even after surgery. I was fortunate that I got away with no complications except slightly looser balls. When playing BDSM games, always have a safeword, and never risk the submissive. Just try and remember that BDSM is to inflict pain, not to hurt.)

To be continued unless you guys feel I shouldn’t. Their dad makes his appearance soon enough, be patient. Comments welcome at [email protected]

Janani Decides To Punish My Balls – Part 11

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