Algenon was in the midst of a dilemma. He really did not know which way to turn – literally. He twisted and writhed but could not escape the cruel bite of the whip lash. With his hands tightly bound behind his back and his ankles hobbled with about only 6 inches between them, his freedom of movement was severely limited, and the young woman who was wielding the whip was clearly well-practised with that form of torture. The fact that he was naked added to the pain that the tip of the whip created, especially when his tormentor aimed it at his cock and balls, which she did many times. He thought of trying to ask her to stop, but his mouth was full of his underpants and sealed with adhesive tape wound round and round his head. The best sound he could manage was a grunt or squeal, sounding like a little pig.

Every so often the female who was enjoying his pain would stop using the whip and fondle his cock and balls, crooning about how they must hurt and massaging his dick to an erection. Then the whip would land again and destroy his hard-on instantly. Algenon lost count of how many times his dick had been hard, only to be thrashed into limpness. Eventually, the she-wolf, punishing him for nothing wrong, laid the whip down and stood observing him with her arms crossed. He was panting as best he could through his nose which was not well at all, and his chest was heaving as he stood quiescent, waiting to see if he would be released or subject to another attack with a different implement of torture. When his breathing had calmed, The Bitch as he now mentally called her, walked over to a cupboard and came back with a cardboard box in her hand.

Algenon recognised it immediately! He had seen it so often before, and he dreaded the contents being applied to his skin, but knew that resistance would be totally futile. The first of the clothes pegs appeared. When they were used to fasten laundry to the line to dry and not blow away, they were good and effective. Applied to pinch his skin in various places was another matter entirely, and he knew that many of them were now going to be placed around his body. That first green peg was waved in front of his eyes as SHE enjoyed the way that he flinched, asking him rhetorically where he wanted her to put it.

Of course, had he been able to speak, he would have said back in the cupboard, but the very effective gag prevented him from voicing any opinion at all. As he might well have forecast, she clipped the first peg to his foreskin and flicked it, making it waggle and increase the pain of the spring’s closure.

Pegs were attached to his balls, more on his penis, his nipples and everywhere that she could find a modicum of loose skin. There must have been forty when she had finished, and poor Algy was acutely aware that the pain increased when they were removed as the blood flowed back into that little portion of flesh. Standing back, the vixen admired her handiwork while Algenon could merely stand there with his genitals festooned with multi coloured pegs and his belly and chest too. She walked closely round him, flicking pegs as she went and murmuring ideas of how she ought to effect the removal of said pegs.

Talking to herself, but for his benefit, she mused, "Whip? No, I just used that. Paddle? Maybe. Flogger? No, it doesn’t hurt enough. Mmmm…. Pliers! Yes, I’ll use the pliers to pull each one off slowly without opening it. That should be excruciating for him, mmmm, yes."

Back to the cupboard, and then she showed him the pliers just to make sure that he knew the full extent of the agony he was facing. Algenon flinched when he saw what she was holding. It meant that each peg was going to be slowly removed without being opened, pulling his pinched skin with it. That was going to HURT! The first peg was from a nipple, and despite the fullness of his underpants sealed inside his mouth, he managed to scream. Tears ran down his face as the sadist removed all the pegs as slowly and as painfully as she could. If he could have looked in a mirror, he would have seen that his torso was covered with red blotches where the pegs had been, and as for his foreskin – that was simply glowing at the end where it had been stretched at least an inch as the peg would not release that tender flesh.

The young woman who had him under her control gently rubbed his sore skin where the pegs had been, but interspersed the caresses with slaps on the same place. She was grinning all the time as she inflicted such agony on her victim. Picking up his cock, she massaged it and then squeezed the tip where the peg had been, making Algenon double over with pain.

Returning to her cupboard, she brought over some thin string and began to loop it round his balls, pulling it tighter with every loop. When about ten loops were constricting his now shiny globes, she passed the string between his legs and fastened it to his wrist rope, yanking it tightly so that to avoid pulling his balls off, he had to bend backwards. The knot she tied it with would not slip and his balls were at the mercy of his aching back. Using a second length of string, she made a slip knot and slipped it over his cock, drawing it tight just under the head of his penis. That was painful in itself, but then she took the string up to his head, looped it round and pulled it firmly, bringing his head forward while his back was bent backwards and tied it with the knot under his nose. Now, if he bent his head forward to ease his dick, his balls were dragged between his legs or if he bent back to lessen the strain on his balls, his dick was stretched upwards and the slipknot tightened.

She admired her handiwork with hands on her hips and flicked his balls a few times just to see him squirm. To complete this particular torture, she obtained her large paddle from the cupboard, the solid oak one with the word “slave” etched into it backwards so that a full strike would redden his skin but leave the word in white.

She began by just hitting his balls gently with it until she bored of that and then slashed it against his bare arse cheeks, watching with glee as they became redder and the word slave became visible. She made the word appear on his chest and belly too before finally giving his cock and balls one last almighty stroke that dropped Algy down to the floor in absolute agony.

She left him writhing for about five minutes before unfastening all his strings and ropes, cutting the tape from his head and pulling out the sodden underpants that had been gagging him. He gently rubbed and massaged various places before dressing, minus underwear and putting on his coat to leave. As he reached for his wallet, she asked him, “Shall I book you in for the same time next week?” and took her money.

He mutely nodded and walked out while she held the door for him.

Algenon actually loved his time with the dominatrix in her dungeon, even though it cost him a lot of money. He would be back next week for more of the same.