Well, i’ve had my first (of Many!) ball weights attached. it feels so good now. The extra weight is brilliant. Because of my behaviour yesterday it didn’t while it was being attached.
Master had planned to make me have a nice warm shower before allowing me to attach the weight to my low hanging balls, letting me get used to it before he came home. However, now i was being punished…
i reported to Master straight from work to find a note instructing me to strip, go to the bathroom, give myself 2 litre enema, reinsert my butt plug and then restrain myself with the ball gag, spreader bar and cuffs he had left in the spare room. i was to wait in the dark until his arrival.
i knew i had a few hours to wait & i had wished the alarm clock was not there because every five minutes that passed seemed like two hours. Eventually Master arrived carrying a small bucket and a soldering iron. i was a bit scared that he was going to solder the weight on, but quickly decided that was impractical for him to do.
He attached me to the bed, before removing my butt plug and fucking me hard with a lubed up dildo and then replaced my butt plug. Of course by this point i was extremely hard. Master then yanked hard on my balls a few times before pulling the ball weight out of the bucket. It was dripping wet. Master pulled roughly on my balls one last time (i yelped) before firmly attaching the ball weight. It was freezing cold & I realised the bucket was full of ice water. The cold quickly became painful and i felt my balls retracting and being held back by the newly attached ring. Master switched the soldering iron on and left. He returned just after my balls began to feel normal again. Without saying anything he picked up the soldering iron and held it tightly against the ball weight until it warmed up to an almost unbearable temperature. All the time the iron was against the metal i tired my hardest not to move or my balls and cock would have been burned. When the iron was removed my balls were really warm and stayed that way while Master brought me to the edge before abruptly stopping and undoing my restraints. I really wanted to cum, but i knew that wasn’t an option as i was being punished.
i thought my ordeal was over, but Master had one more thing he needed me to do. i was ordered to dress in some gym gear Master had laid out for me. A simple black t-shirt and a pair of white tracksuit bottoms. The bottoms were new to me and were a slightly snugger fit to the ones i normally buy. I was convinced that the weight would be more noticeable than in my old bottoms. Master simply said that now it was up to me how or if i hid the weight.
We headed off to the gym for a forced workout. i loved the way the weight felt as i as was working out. the extra weight, the fact my balls swung when i ran and the bouncing all felt so good & soon i didn’t care if other people noticed. They would probably have no idea that anything was different. They couldn’t see the weight after all.
i have learned my lesson and thank Master for helping me to improve.
One final thing. As we were leaving the gym Master reminded me that he had spared me the changing rooms today, but tomorrow i would have to use them & my new addition would have nowhere to hide.