Brianna’s Dinner Date-- Porno Shack Porn Blog

I arranged with a friend to set a table aside for my bitch and I. He owns a very nice restaurant with a semi-private room for “special” customers.

When my friend seated the bitch, I grabbed his legs from under the table. I told him to shut up when he yelled from me startling him. The table linen was long so no one could see I was under there.

I arrived with my equipment about 15 minutes before the bitch got there. 

I told him quietly if he made a sound he would be punished. With his quiet “Yes, Mistress” I began.

I unzipped his pants and took them down to his knees. His cock was already semi hard. I took my sounding rods out of their special case. The rods were specially made for me. The case had “Mistress Brianna” beautifully stitched on the lid. 

He was getting harder as I squeezed his cock. I used some special lubricant and inserted the tip of the sounding rod into his hole. He jumped and groaned. I whispered harshly “If you move, it will really hurt and cause damage. Stay still!”

He was whimpering like the little bitch he loves to be.

I slowly inserted the rod another inch. It was now two inches deep. I would not go past “Cobbs Curve”. When I started moving it in and out, his whimpering turned to groans. He was a painslut and I knew this first time was hurting him. His cock was rock hard.

I let go of the sound when it was 4 inches deep. I reached into my bag again and pulled out 4 alligator clips. I watched with amusement as his cock moved up and down when he breathed.

I grabbed his scrotum, pulling down. He whimpered again as I stretched his sac as far as it would go without damaging him. I attached the first clip to the skin in the middle, right beside the vein. He yelped then murmured “Sorry my Mistress.”

I attached another clip an inch away, then let go of his sack. “Oh God!” he practically yelled.

Without pausing, I attached the other clip to his frenulum. He moaned loudly as the teeth bit into his sensitive skin. The scars on his cock were very noticeable when he was hard. I did not create all of the scars, only one, from the alligator clip. He begged me to lead him by his cock and that is how I did it, with a clip attached to a leash. He was too slow and the clip came off, taking a few layers of skin with it.

He was making the familiar moans and whines before an orgasm. I knew he wouldn’t cum without permission. I fucked his piss hole with that rod, pulling and releasing his ball sac.

He was muttering “Oh my god, oh my god,” over and over under his breath.

I slowly took the sound out and grabbed his hand. I told him to lick it clean. He jumped and said “Yes Mistress.”

While he licked it clean, I pulled the clips off him. There were beads of blood on his scrotum, but that would heal easily.

I asked if anyone was around, he said no, so I got up from underneath the table. I stared down at him and said “That was called sounding. We will continue to do that to stretch you out. I want you to be able to take the biggest sound in a month. Go under the table and fetch my equipment. That’s a good bitch.”

He came out from under the table, looked at his pants around his knees and back at me with a questioning look. I told him he could sit back down and pull up his pants. 

I gave him the task of writing me an email to tell me what he liked about the experience, then I left.