Stepping back she surveyed her boy spread eagle in the semi-darkness of the play dungeon, his balls a nice red, his face tear-streaked and frightened. Tapping her lip once more her mind races for different ideas.
Touching the little weight set she has... tracing her fingers over the cool metal she takes up the hundred gram, putting a little hook in it, she walks to him, kneeling. Raising his p***s out of the way she hands the weight squarely from the middle of the chain, cooing as he hisses behind the gag. Standing, she goes back to the table.
Each moment that went by she could hear him breathing, heavily against the gag, it was loud in the still silent room, she felt the eyes of the other dungeon goers on her back, wondering what she would do next. It wasn't easy to administer a public
