? I was starting to become seriously worried as to whether I would be able to handle this, as he reached down and attached the metal mounting ring to ...he base of my scrotum.? He then screwed the steel tube to the ring, and began to tighten the base.? I gasped as I felt the cold steel of the base start to press against my balls, which were already tight in their containing sack.? He continued to increase the pressure, squeezing them tighter and tighter until the pain was starting to make me feel. "I didn't know what to bring you, sir, so I brought everything that I had ready."I was pleasantly surprised.She sat the tray down, on the end table, next to the couch, and fell to her knees in front of me. "I have some clothesline in one of the kitchen drawers, if you want to tie me back up, before you fuck me," she said. I told he rto go and get it, and she was back, momentarily, with a neatly wound bundle of standard white clothesline, in her hand.She again knelt in front of me and presented. Then, as if in answer to her thought, a door opened. Light from beyond the door washed into the room. She turned to look but the person’s face was still in shadow. Was it him? Who was it? She could not tell for sure. The figure moved and the door closed and the darkness chased the light from the room once again. She strained to see but the brief flash of light had destroyed her night vision and she could not tell where the person was. Then there was a sound. It was on the other side of her and. He peeked around the corner again, then kicked the building at the Maisie-less sight that greeted him. He winced, the rock foundation hurt like hell. When the building had been constructed, it had been fashionable for ladies to take tea on the upper floor in the warm summer months, above the stored supplies for sailboats and rowboats on the first floor. Besides the cool ocean breezes, the building’s harbor-facing, six-foot-tall windows and ornate metal balconies—while utterly impractical and in.