The instructions were specific: drive to the office parking garage and proceed to the bottom floor, several levels underground. Strip naked and lock all clothes in the trunk, and leave the keys in the trunk lock, so they could be easily retrieved. He had with him a blindfold, handcuffs, nipple clamps and a cock and ball device, one that stretched his ball sac and fastened snugly around a flaccid penis. When all that in place, he was to get in the back seat and handcuff his wrists behind his back…and wait.

It was early in the evening on a Friday and the lot was almost empty. His heart beat wildly as he stripped in the front seat, his cock was hard and oozing pre-cum when he made the dash for the trunk, depositing his clothes there. Tossing them in he shut the lid and left the keys in the lock, then quickly scampered into the back seat. The cock and ball harness went on first, then the nipple clamps and blindfold. It wasn’t until he clicked on side of the handcuffs did the near-panic set in.

"What the hell am I doing?" he said to himself, then finished the job by locking his both wrists behind him. The key was in the hands of Goddess Sondra…or so he prayed.

The truth was that virtually anyone who happened by could look in and see him naked and helpless, the keys to his German car were there for the taking and him with it. The clamps began to bite a little deeper and his cock needed desperately to be either freed or stroked, and he began to shiver a little.

After what seemed an eternity the sound of a car parking nearby made him shake with fear. A door shut and the sound of footsteps approaching almost made him cry out, but it was beyond that. The sound of keys being pulled from his trunk made the man think it really was Goddess Sondra, for a total stranger would have peeked inside the car first, right?

He was startled nonetheless when the back door opened, the door closest to his head. The person said nothing, but he felt the chain between his clamps being touched and then tugged, causing him to moan in pain and lust. The scent of Goddess Sondra'’ perfume filled his head and he was oddly reassured as to the identity of the person and his immediate fate.

"Get out of the car, slut" came the order. It was indeed Goddess Sondra! He struggled as best he could and soon was standing beside his car, his cock bobbing with frustrated excitement.

"You are to receive a punishment that will be harsh, for I want to assess your ability to control yourself. Any crying out will mean failure, and you will spend the rest of the night here in your car. I will punish first your ass, then your balls, and then your cock. Are you ready, slut?’

The question made him almost cry, he was so scared. "Y-y-yes Goddess Sondra."

"Very well. Turn around and spread those legs."

Doing as he was told, he spread his legs as wide as they would go, and he could hear Goddess Sondra positioning herself. A riding crop landed with ferocity on his right ass cheek, then his left, back and forth. She loved to whip his ass, and he did not enjoy it. The man did not try to count, only to keep from making any noise. The concrete surface was cold and he worried about passerby’s observing him. It was after all, a public spot.

Goddess kept up the whipping for some time, and his ass was on fire. She stopped for a moment and then whispered: "I’ll finish with three paddle whacks to each cheek, They will be very severe and will undoubtedly test your control. Ready?"

"Yes Goddess."

She could hit, and the three paddle blows were much harder than the crop by a long shot. The man bit his lower lip and came as close to crying out as a someone could, but miraculously did not. His legs quivered from the ordeal, but held his stance until Goddess told him to relax.

She turned him around so that he could lean against the car. His ass was very red and sore, and the pressure of resting on it made him wince.

"Now then", Goddess Sondra said as she once again tugged on his nipple clamps, "since you love ball pain so much, I’m going to play ‘punching bag’ for one minute. Do you know what that means?"

"Not exactly, Goddess."

"You’ve seen boxers training on a speed bag, haven’t you?"

"Yes Goddess."

"Well, that’s what I’m going to do. Remember, no crying out."

Goddess Sondra had a perfect target for her game. His balls were in one round bunch, sticking out from the leather band around his scrotum. They were already sore from the constriction they’d been in. She used the crop and began to hit either side of his balls, back and forth like windshield wipers, then she stopped.

"Got the idea, slut? Good. I’m going to do this for one minute. But you must tell me when a minute is up. If it’s too short, then we go on for two minutes, and so on. Do you think you can tell me when the time is up?"

"I hope so Goddess."

"I’m sure you do. Ready?"

She resumed her paddling of his nuts and his rose onto his tiptoes in response to the pain. She taunted him as she struck his balls, left, then right, back and forth as fast as she could go. The man truly had no sense of time but dared not risking being too early.

After what was surely a minute, he thought, he finally said ‘time!’, and she stopped. Her hand cupped his red and swelling testicles and squeezed them, wagging his erection as she did. "Congratulations, slut. It was a minute and eighteen seconds. You only have to endure the last part, your cock torture."

Goddess Sondra took a clamp from her blonde hair, the kind with interlocking teeth, and placed it in the fleshy head of his erection. She smiled as the teeth bit into the sensitive flesh, his clear fluid dripping through the plastic teeth.

"Don’t go anywhere, slut." She went back to her car and returned a moment later with several more, which she placed along his shaft. His eyes were streaming tears by this point and still he kept quiet, for he surely did not want to fail after enduring so much.

Goddess lit a cigarette, and leaned against the car next to her slave, blowing smoke into his face. She then held the glowing end close to each nipple and giggled a little as he flinched in fear when she got close to his tortured cock head with it.

"Open wide, sweetie" she ordered and flipped her ashes onto his tongue. "Now turn around. We’re almost done."

Nervously he turned and she bent him over at the waist. Spreading his ass cheeks with one hand she touched the cigarette to his puckered anus and fire whipped him there, causing him to moan out loud. She finished her cigarette and crushed it out beneath her boot, then had him stand.

"You were almost perfect, slave. I think I’ll reward you before we go to the dungeon." Goddess Sondra removed the clamps from his cock and then stroked him a little.

"Get on the ground" she ordered, and he laid down gingerly, the hard surface making his cuffed wrists hurt.

"Open wide, darling."

"She pulled her panties to one side after hiking her leather skirt up, then squatted down and filled his mouth with her hot urine. He drank as best he could, the liquid he couldn’t swallow splashing on his hair and ears and face. While she peed her hand held his cock by the head and rubbed it, teasing it with her long red nails.

"Very good, slave. You have pleased me."