A Bit of a Stretch

Tony’s balls are locked down first. A cold metal ring clamps them tight, then chains to a post. He’s stuck there. Nowhere to run. Elise moves like a woman who knows exactly how far she can bend a man before he breaks. She takes his wrists next, strapping them behind his back. Ankles follow. She wraps his face, seals his mouth, leaves only his eyes. Every part of him is claimed. The heart monitor clips on, its steady beep the only proof he’s still holding together. Elise circles him. She twists his nipples until the monitor spikes. She slaps his trapped balls, watches the rhythm jump. Electricity hisses across his skin in sharp, sudden bursts. She leans in close, kisses him hard through the gag, then pulls away before he can get enough. Every touch is calculated. Every pause is worse than the pain. He can’t touch her. Can’t move. Can’t even beg properly. All he can do is take it. And Elise makes sure he takes it slow.