From Kinky to Slave Chapter 21: Suspensions

The Master had a week of vacation at work. He took advantage of it to lock himself in the free room where he forbade me to approach. It only took a couple of days, a couple of mornings to check; when he called me; that it was what he had done

The room was diaphanous. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. There was only a closet, and in the middle, two metal bars with chains hanging

"Get in the center" he ordered me

I obeyed without hesitation. A few seconds later, I saw how the Master approached me, taking each of my hands and tying them with the restraint that fell from the chain.

"Well, are you ready?" I heard him say

"Yes, Master" I replied, still not knowing what I had to be ready for, but, as always, I trusted him.

He went to the closet. He pressed a button that made me rise a few centimeters off the ground. I was left hanging.

"What do you feel?" he asked me

"More pleasure than pain, Master"

"Don't you dislike the idea?"

"No, Master" I told him

"How much do you think you could endure like this?" he asked me

"I wouldn't know, Master" I replied

Then the Master raised the level. I saw out of the corner of my eye how he returned to the closet to take out a pair of ropes. He approached where I was hanging and put each of them on the ends of the bars to then fix them.

"Why do you think I put the ropes?"

"I don't know, Master, I wouldn't know what to say" I replied, hesitant

The Master approached the closet, took the cat o' nine tails, and whipped me on the ass

"Ah! Master"

"Did it hurt? At this point, with the whippings you've received, your ass should already be used to it"

"Yes, Master, forgive me"

He whipped me again. This time I didn't scream, although I made a face of pain

"I like it when you're a good dog" he said, caressing my balls. I loved it when the Master caressed them.

Even though I was hanging, I was still lower than the Master, which didn't make it difficult for him to do certain things to me. The Master's question about how long I could endure like this made sense, and I would discover later.

The Master then decided to raise the level to 2. He took my foot and stretched it almost to the height where he had tied my hand. He did the same with the other leg.

"Well, and now?"

"More uncomfortable and with a bit more pain from the posture, Master"

"How much do you think you could endure like this?"

"Not much, Master" I replied

"Your exposed ass and your hanging balls give me a reason to torture them"

"I've been a good boy, Master. I've spoken much less and I've been, I think, more efficient" I said nervously

The Master laughed while lighting a cigarette, brought the lighter close to my nipples, and then under my testicles, feeling like they were burning

"Mmmmmm...