The vanilla wife
Has your nuts in vice

unable to see what you are doing
But feeling how its ball sack is tightly wrapped in the moistened leather strap
until the pressure is finally felt against its balls - already tender from the slap they received
whimpering

kisses gretel as I get the bell and the weight
hanging the little tinker bell on your dick head and the weights on the control ring
getting you set up for heavy suffering

Even if she treats you
Poorly

And you get too upset.
She'll divorce you
Hold your kids
And make you a financial slave

Want to put the bell to its dick head, dear? And the weight to the ring?

Disappoint her
And she'll make your life hell..

Happy wife. Happy life right?

Doesn't anyone want to consider the possibility that God cured her??

seeing you obeying
squatting in front of you
starting to wind the wet leather strap around your ball sack - right at the root
then winding it around and guiding the thin strap downwards layer after layer
until i reach the balls
having to push that control ring out of the way to do the last few rounds
until your balls are pulled down maximum away from the base of your ball sack and pushed out tightly at the end
Tying the strap off with a knot and letting the control ring fall back
Pretty sure even this already not too comfortable

Inside the Great Hall
~It was a day for hearing complaints from various businessmen. Oft times, merchants who are looking for an advantage or a edge over their competition, sometimes a caravan Master with grievances against another. Most often, issues the men are sent off to settle amongst themselves, either negotiating an agreed upon solution or to settle it in the sands~

~The Tahari Inn owner now stepped up, it took only a glance to note his grave expression as he moved across the room to know what brought him here today. It had been more than four hand since a whole floor of the inn had been retained by the Schendi. It had been paid for in advance of course, but that was more than four hand ago and the compensation had most likely been finite~

~those brilliant blue eyes cut to the day's point guard and a brow lofts as she speaks quietly~

I sent someone two hand ago to inquire of the whereabouts of the Schendi party and their Ubar, Jabali. What has the investigation determined?

~There was a signal to a couple of guards and a brief flurry of activity as the reports were sought out among the men within the hall. Several of the Elders was consulted as well and within ehns the Man spoke, and as he did her brows knit together. When they were nowhere to be found, a search was started both within the city and without, and rooms had been searched but there was no sign of them. Just as the Inn Keeper arrived.

~Having no doubt what the man's issue is she cants her golden head with a warm greeting. "Tal. Am I to understand that we still have missing.. guests? "

~The Inn Owner silently nodded. Apparently Jabali and his whole party hadnt been seen in the majority of the four and a half hand they'd been in the city. The information was, that there had been correspondence, some of those had been noted to be between Turia and Treve as well. Both have been in turmoil of late, volatile even, but there was no indication that was connected to the disappearances. The reality was, that no one had lain eyes on the Ubar, nor any of this party. It wasnt unusual for the curious to wander into the desert and be lost, and for those of the jungle with plentiful water, the stark reality of its scarcity could contribute to..~

At this point we must assume they are lost to the desert. Dry Bones.

~she took a deep breath and shook her head softly, such a loss could be deemed a problem by those of the Schendi, if they chose to lay blame. But even if they choose to be irrational, there was little to be done for it. They are simply gone. She spoke then to the Inn Keeper.

If they left anything in the rented rooms, have it packed for shipping and place it into crates. If you find anything unusual, notify the hall immediately. The city will compensate you for the trouble and the rooms will be freed to be placed back into service.

~The man smiled, satisfied with the arrangement and after exchanging wises for water he took his leave. She turned then to the scribe lingering nearby.

Rence.

~The man handed off a leaf of rene he had at the ready, as well as a tray with ink and writing stick.
a lipcorner was captured between teeth as she inhaled, and then began to compose a letter.

~
The United Tribes of Schendi
Schendi Port City

It is with great sadness that I inform you that Jabali Huruma, Ubar of Schendi, is missing and now presumed dead along with his entire entourage.

The Schendi party, including the Ubar arrived in Tor more than four hand ago. They secured an entire floor of the Tahari Inn and were seen by many, but for only a few days before their disappearance. I received a request to meet, delivered by one of his own men, but unfortunately the Ubar never arrived for our meeting. Two hand ago we began a search. They have not been located.

While there is much speculation and their fate is unknown, I feel an obligation to inform you of the situation. It is not uncommon for visitors of Tor to strike out on their own to explore the fascinations of the desert. However, the Tahari is unforgiving. It is suspected that they became lost as they never returned.

Any personal possessions left behind shall follow within the hand.

May you always have water.

Lady Angel
City of Tor
~

~The ink was dried and sanded. The grave letter placed into a leather canister and addressed to the The United Tribes of Schendi in Schendi Port City. Then, she handed it to the Scribe with specific instructions.~

Find the best, fastest Messenger available and retain Him to deliver this as expediently as possible. See that he is given ample coin for the journey and that is he well compensated upon his return.

| l/p |

….

Think there is any difference
Between the majority
Of vanilla marriages

And a Fem Dom relationship?

Mom?

laughing as you give its balls a got swat and threaten the animal

Is here

the balls still on fire
but obediently spreading

howling and bending at the waist as you slap the balls hard
the pain searing through its loins
tears starting to flow from its eyes

waits

strokes

whips your inner thighs
"you heard her, spread 'em!"

whips your balls sharply as you whiny and get agitated
"Behave boy, or those wet straps won't come off until your balls fall off with them. Understand me, beast!"

make it spread!