A String and A Sack

Walking back, you see her holding a string and a cloth bag. The string golden in color, no longer than a foot in length, and the bag is the same golden color. She kneels in front of you on the couch, pushing your knees apart until you are fully spread, your low hangers resting on the velvet. She looks at you with a grin.

“I can’t promise that this won’t hurt, but I do promise that if you cooperate it will be worth your while.”

Slightly concerned but also intrigued, you sit patiently as you watch her make a loop before slipping it around your scrotum. She begins chanting words you can’t quite understand and you feel the skin around your sack be pulled as she slowly tightens the knot. It takes every ounce of willpower to not wrestle out of the torturous loop, but you are held by the promise of release after this. You brace yourself against the couch as the string begins cutting into your tender flesh, your constricted sack already sore from its unspent load. Your vision becomes blurry with tears as tighter and tighter the string pulls until the pain in your swollen balls is all that consumes your mind. Just when you are on the brink of hysteria…

The pain stops. You feel a very satisfying tingle has replaced your blue balls, as though they were made of air. Your vision begins to come back, but you are too afraid to look down at what the witch has done.

“What exactly did you do?” You ask quietly.

“See for yourself!”

You look down to see your erection still standing proud. Afraid to check lower, you slowly begin to reach for your jewels but your fingers only find smooth skin. She raises the golden sack to eye level for you to see. The blood rushes from your face in an instant. How is this reward? What does she plan to do with them?