A String

Walking back, you see her holding a single string, golden in color and no longer than a foot in length. She kneels in front of you on the couch, and you feel a gentle breeze as she parses her lips and blows on your cock. To your horror, you realize that she's removed the charm to make you no longer have sensation... which means she must want you to feel every moment of whatever she's about to do.

She shoots you a devilish grin.

Fear sets in and you attempt to break free of your unseen captor, but it's no use as you feel more hands now grip your thighs and wrap around your stomach to keep you firmly planted against the back of the couch. You watch her tauntingly make a loop before slipping it over your scrotum and cock. She begins chanting words you can’t quite understand and you feel the skin around your sack and shaft be pulled as she slowly tightens the knot. You open your mouth to scream, but you feel a hand immediately cover it. You watch helplessly as the string begins cutting into your tender flesh, your constricted sack and hard cock already sore from its unspent load. Your vision becomes blurry with tears as tighter and tighter the string pulls until the pain in your hot red cock is all that consumes your mind. You close your eyes trying to find relief and just when you are on the brink of hysteria…

The pain stops and you hear a gentle thud. You feel a very satisfying tingle has replaced your painful soreness, as though your member was replaced with static. 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 in a shaky breath.

“See for yourself!”

You slowly look down, the blood rushes from your face in an instant as you try to comprehend what has happened. Between your legs is a smooth patch of skin under your bush... and your still hard cock and balls lying on the floor.