She wants to play a game..

Waking up you feel your head pounding something fierce. Part of the pain originates from the back of your head while you chalk the rest up to the lack of oxygen giving you a headache. "Ah, finally awake are we?" Opening your eyes you spot Mistress Jessica lounging leisurely on the couch nearby, looking over the top of her magazine to gaze down upon you. You quickly remember the intense sensations that knocked you cold. The pain, the pleasure, the lack of oxygen heightening it all and your intense fear at the lack of control. Despite it all or maybe because of it you feel your nether regions stir as blood flows into your cock. In mere moments it juts proudly toward the ceiling once more.

"It seems you're happy to see me.." Mistress Jessica closes her magazine softly, putting it aside and you notice she's changed into a pair of grey slacks and a white tank top, her feet bare and showing off her red toenails. She still looks the very picture of dominance however and you realize you crave her attentions sharply. "Yes Mistress Jessica, I am!" Her eyebrow pops up slightly at this croaked confession of yours and a hint of a smile is on her lips. "..I don't remember giving you permission to speak but I'll allow it this once.." Inside you feel elated at her approval and taking the risk was well worth it if you can please her. "..You have my permission to speak in the future, if what you say wins you my approval. What wins my approval you ask?"

The hint of a smile blooms out into a devious smile, eyes gleaming as her voice turns into a throaty, husky and utterly seductive one. "You'll just have to take your chances.." Gulping at this you stare at her intently, not moving another muscle. "..if you displease me you'll be punished!" She smacks her hands together without warning, making a sharp cracking noise and you jerk in surprise. "If you know what I mean, oh I think you do.." Somehow you understand that a sharp spanking may just be the price you might have to pay as you gamble for her approval.

"Now, my seat, we're going to play a game!" Riding from her seated position on the couch she moves over to you, plopping herself down on your chest and you off-hand notice a plastic bag in her hand as the air is knocked out of with an "oumph!". Of course, seconds later her ass, clad in the soft material of her slacks, meets your face as your world goes dark once more and you're once more the seat of the wondrous Mistress Jessica. You hear the rustling of the plastic bag and you wonder what's in store for you in her devious mind.

"Now, ****, I've removed your shock collar while you took a restful nap, you lazy sod, and I even cleaned myself off. You're welcome by the way, that'll be one of your duties in the future.." More and more of her weight settles on your face as you listen to her monologue in silence, not daring to signal any need of air as you realize you're quickly descending into the mindset of a seat for her ass. "..Anyway, I'm going to place all these clothes pins on your balls, then you're going to guess how many there are. For every right answer you get a breath, for every wrong answer you don't get to breathe.." Uh-oh you think to yourself. "..of course you can't speak so you'll have to tap your hands to indicate the number you think are on your balls! It might be higher and it might be lower. So you better pay attention or you'll be napping again right quick.."

A sharp pain rises from your balls as what you believe is the first pin catches onto the sensitive skin of your balls with a sharp, burning sensation. "..oh, and I forgot to mention I tied up your balls together nicely to get all that blood in there to really heighten the sensations. I even rubbed in this skin lotion to make it even more sensitive!" With a flick of her finger she hits the clothes pin, making it bob slightly and in your mind the pain goes off like fireworks as without interruption several more pins click into place with even more pain to follow. "..now ****, how many are there?" In your head you start to panic, you didn't count them! You haven't be started yet! Almost like she is reading your mind she speaks once more. "Now, now, I never said we hadn't begun did I? So I'll count that as wrong, no breathing this time.."

The sharp pain erupts once more. "Now, how many are there?" She chuckles softly to herself as you tap the floor with your hand, indicating your best guess..