By Candy Kross

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© 2014 by Candy Kross

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ISBN: 978-1500834142

1. Erica Torments Her Husband

The makeshift dungeon in the basement was dark and quiet, except for the dripping of water from the ceiling from the moisture the basement accumulated and caused the condensation.

I had been in here all night in my cage. Yes, cage. This time she had taken my cock and locked it in a device and chained it to the bar of the cage she had built for me. Actually, she had me build it for myself. She would never lift a finger for such a task.

This wasn’t a normal device that I had locked on my cock though, this one was more of a torture device and unlike the chastity device she had put on me last week. This one had spikes on the inside and when my cock became hard, god forbid, the spikes would puncture the skin to my cock when it got hard and my balls when they would swell with semen.

I did my best all night to remain not aroused, so that I would not be punctured by the spikes. I am sure she would have liked it the other way though. She seemed to get off on my pain somehow.

I heard the door to the basement open; it was located up a flight of narrow stairs. I heard the sound of her stiletto heels hitting first the cement stairs, then the cement floor. The sound of metal against cement echoing throughout the basement was an eerie sound, especially when I knew what was causing the noise. As the sound came closer to me, I knew it was her.

She walked over to a hanging lamp from the ceiling and switched it on. The brightness in my eyes caused me to have blurry vision and temporary blindness and my eyes had to adjust for a minute or two. When they did, it probably would have been better if my eyes were still blurry.

Standing in front of me was the statuesque body of a woman with long black wavy hair, blue eyes, legs that wouldn’t quit and breasts that were perched upon top of a leather corset. Her waist was cinched and her hips were round. She had an hourglass figure.

She had a whip that was round in a circle on a clasp on her corset that dangled. If I blinked my eyes a little and while they were focusing, she was a reminiscing figure of a childhood hero that I had once admired, Wonder Woman. But, this woman was not here for good. No, she was here to cause pain and torture to me, at any cost. The woman was my wife. Yes, most husbands have a loving wife, but mine was scorned and how the does the saying go? Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned? Or something like that. You get the point though, I am sure.

She wasn’t always this way. No, in fact, we once had a loving relationship. She actually cooked me dinner, did my laundry and made love to me when I got home from work. It was a marriage made in heaven, by any standards. That is, until I let my libido get the best of me. I had never planned on sleeping with my secretary. I know, it sounds cliché, but it’s the truth.

The little bitch seduced me to get a higher position at my company. Yes, my company. I didn’t work for anyone, I was the boss. My secretary thought she could sleep her way to the top somehow by using blackmail on me.

We were at the office late one night working and she came into my office wearing some skimpy little lingerie thing. I had been working long hours and she knew just what I needed. She started by giving me a blowjob in my office. Things escalated from there and then she hit me with the real reason.

“You make me an executive in your company, or I tell your wife we are having an affair.” She said one morning to me while she was taking notes in my office.

She had me by my balls, not like my wife did now, no, she had me by the proverbial balls. My company was already struggling and I couldn’t afford to promote her to an executive level with a higher salary. So, I called her bluff.

Huge fucking mistake!

The little skanky whore went straight to my wife and told her everything after she quit in the middle of the day. You can imagine what I came home to that night. That was two weeks ago.

I walked in the door and dinner was ready as usual. We didn’t have any guns in the house as my wife despised them, so I knew she wasn’t going to go off the deep end or anything and murder me. At first, I just figured the little skanky whore hadn’t said anything to my wife, so I wasn’t going to say anything either. If she knew something, I would let her bring it up. I may me stupid in some decisions I make, but I knew when to keep my mouth shut.

I sat down to dinner, my wife, Erica poured me a glass of wine and served my dinner to me. She sat down and began talking.

“How was your day at the office?” She asked, looking at me with a smile. She was smiling, which was a good sign.

I started talking about some clients and how I think I could land some new accounts that would generate a larger cash flow for us. She congratulated me. I settled down a little and noticed that she had made my favorite meal for dinner. Steamed king crab legs fresh from the fish market, homemade clam chowder and a salad with chilled shrimp and blue cheese dressing. I loved seafood and she knew it.

When I was about done with my dinner and we had had a nice conversation she looked at me and said, “Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“Yes, I did. This was amazing as always. Thank you for making me my favorite dinner.” I smiled at her. “You are such a good wife to me.” I said. Maybe I was out of any danger and the skanky whore had called my bluff.

Then the next words out of my wife’s mouth will forever be etched in my brain. It wasn’t what she said as so much as to how she said it.

“Not a good enough wife for you to keep your dick in your pants now, right?” She said with a cold look on her face. Fuck!

I began to feel sleepy. At first I thought it was because I hadn’t slept very well because of all the long hours I had been working and then having a nice meal with the wine. Then, after she had spoken to me so coldly, I realized that she had drugged my wine. I soon passed out.

I awoke in the guest room bed, tied up with leather straps. Where the hell did she get these from? I don’t ever remember her having these. My wife was akin to June Cleaver and she was prim and proper. Where did all of this come from? Then I realized… I had created this monster of a woman.

You see, earlier that day, around the time my skanky secretary had quit, which had been around noon time, she came directly here to my house to tell my wife that we had been having an affair for years. When in actuality, it had only been for a month. But, regardless, an affair is an affair and there are no time restraints on having an affair when it comes to your wife. Whether you have slept with one other woman for one time, or dozens of women for years, infidelity was infidelity and in a woman’s world, one time was all that was needed to make them flip over to the dark side. Which was exactly what my wife had done.

After the initial shock of the skanky whore revealing our torrid affair, my wife went on the internet and searched the term, “when your husband cheats on you”. She had found a forum of scorned wives. There was a section on how to get even with your cheating husband. She read that section and had come across another wife’s story on how she ended up punishing her husband through torture. Yes, torture.

You see, if my wife decided to divorce me, because of the infidelity on my part, she would get half my business, my home, half my assets, alimony and half of any of my future earnings and profits.

Yeah, I was fucked. So, she decided to give me a choice.

She found the nearest sex shop from the internet and went and bought a chastity device for my cock, some leather straps, a whip and some other torture devices that I will leave to your imagination at this point right now.

As I lay in the guest room bed restrained, she stood over me with a wicked grin on her face. “You have two choices.” She said. “One, I take you for everything you’ve got and divorce you or two, we stay married and I punish you any way I choose.”

I chose the second option. I mean, how long could a woman possibly be angry for, right? Man, I soon realized to never underestimate the power of an angry woman and how long it will carry and how it will carry out. Here, I thought I knew all about women, but I soon found out, that I didn’t know jack shit!

So, now that you know what my crime was, I am still being punished for it. I have no idea how long this punishment will go on, or if it will ever stop.

So far, I have been banished to the guest room. I am not allowed to sleep in bed with my wife anymore. She had me build a cage down in our basement where she would put me when the sudden urge overcomes her and she is feeling angry about my infidelity. The punishment just gets more and more painful, physically and mentally, as we go on each day.

I have to wear a chastity device on my cock from now on when I leave the house or go to work. Like I am ever going to cheat on her again? There is no way. I have learned my lesson. But, my wife doesn’t seem to think that I have. I am hoping that one day the anger will subside and we can go on living our happy lives once more. But, before that day happens, I have to undergo the punishment I am being served by Judge Erica; sentence length: undetermined; parole eligibility: undetermined.

For the first time since she had entered the basement she spoke to me, “So, I take it you had an unpleasant night down here.” She grinned wickedly.

“Yes.” I answered. She opened the cage and took the chain off my device that was attached to the bar. She pulled out another key and unlocked the device around my cock. I let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s good.” She said in a mechanical emotionless voice. “You can come out of your cage for now, but first let me put this chastity device back on you.” She locked the non-spiked chastity around my cock and led me up the stairs to the guest room and locked me inside.

In the guest room was a bed, a bathroom and an old black and white television set. She kept me in here on the weekends and when I wasn’t working. So, you can imagine how many work hours I put in during the week, so that I don’t have to be in here.

Erica brought me my meals, which never had any type of seasonings on it. It was food for nourishment, not enjoyment. She would make me a boiled chicken breast, boiled potatoes, a slice of bread and a bowl of lettuce without any salad dressing. She would make the meal as plain as possible.

I was not allowed to leave work to go out to lunch, however I was able to order in. If I had eaten a big lunch and didn’t eat my boring plain meal at home, or I should say prison? It was like I was on a work release furlough. If I were too full to eat my meal at home, she would punish me. If I left the office for a client meeting, I would have to let her know in advance where I was going, who my client was and when I was leaving.

She would check in with my secretary to make sure my plans were legitimate. My secretary… Erica hired an unattractive woman in her forties to be my secretary. She had no personality and stuck by the book with everything. Erica didn’t trust me, plain and simple. Like I was going to ever cheat on her again. But, she said, “Once a cheater, always a cheater.”

There was a football game on this morning and she locked me in the guest room. She said that this wasn’t my home anymore and I was now a guest here, so it was appropriate for me to sleep in here.

After locking me inside the room, she went downstairs and then came back up with breakfast; plain oatmeal with low fat milk, half a grapefruit and some dry toast and a cup of black coffee.

I ate my breakfast and watched the morning football game in black and white. I had just finished watching a football game and was getting ready to take a nap since I hadn’t slept very well in the cage the night before, when the door opened. I figured Erica was coming in to take my empty dishes.

She did take my dishes and put them in the hallway. She was carrying a black leather duffel bag with her and was still dressed in her outfit that she liked to wear when she was administering pain to me. It made her feel powerful or something like that. I don’t know. My wife had gone off the deep end weeks ago, so I am not sure what was going through her mind these days. One could only guess.

She sat on the bed next to me, set the leather bag down on the floor and looked me in the eye and said, “Are you ready?”

Ready? Ready fro what? I thought to myself.

Erica reached into her bag and pulled out her leather restraints. “Lie flat on your back.” She said sternly. I complied. She tied my wrists to the top bedposts and my ankles to the bottom bedposts. I was in an “X” position, spread eagle on my back and feeling very vulnerable.

Erica had a wicked grin on her face and took out a bottle of lotion. She squirted some in her hand and began to rub both her hands together as she lotioned them up. She then took the chastity device off my cock and set it on the nightstand.

She got on her knees and positioned herself between my legs and reached down and began to stroke my cock. It felt so good to have my cock stroked by my wife. It had been awhile since she had touched me sexually. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her familiar touch. I got hard really fast from her oily hands stroking me.

Erica then moved in between my spread legs and was on her knees, but I hadn’t seen her in this position, since my eyes were closed and enjoying the sensation of having my cock stroked by my wife. Because, if I had known what was to come next, I wouldn’t have let myself be so relaxed.

Erica brought her knee up and then with all her force, she kneed me in my groin. “Ahhhh!” I opened my eyes and yelled out loud. “What the fuck?!” I felt like my cock and balls were inverted into my stomach. I felt sharp pains going throughout my body. I wanted to curl up in a ball and my first instinct was to protect myself. But I couldn’t. I was tied down and I was as vulnerable as ever.

This time, I saw her lift up her knee again and drive it into my groin area once more. “Oh fuck!” I yelled out in pain. Tears were starting to stream from my eyes. I had never felt pain so intense before and so excruciating. I thought my nuts had exploded and I was sure that I was going to look down and see a bloody mess all over my groin.

Thank goodness there wasn’t. But, it sure as hell felt like there was. She had the most evil look on her face. I had never seen my wife look so scary before and I can honestly say that I was truly terrified. At least when Lorena Bobbitt cut off her husband’s cock for cheating on her, he was drunk and didn’t feel a thing at the time. It was a one time thing and over and done with. I would have greatly accepted that punishment at this point.

Then Erica reached down and began to massage my cock and balls. They were throbbing, but she was touching them gently and they started to feel good. I was even getting an erection. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this is what is called a false sense of security. I fell for it too, hook, line and sinker.

Her beautiful long slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails were ribbing my cock and they felt good once again. Erica spread the fingers of both hands in a claw like fashion and started gently raking her nails across my cock and balls. She was slowly raking back and forth underneath my balls at the base encircling my entire scrotum.

I could feel my nuts swelling and my cock getting hard. I was beginning to relax again and enjoy my wife’s touch when she said “Ready?” My eyes opened suddenly and I thought to myself, oh god what now?

“This one looks good.” She said, now laughing wickedly. Her laugh reminded me of the old witch from Sleeping Beauty. It was more like a cackle more than an actual laugh.

She then gripped my left nut between her thumb and two fingers and slowly squeezed it and then released it. It was a sharp pain and I was forced to tense up. The pain made me gasp once again. She then squeezed it again and released it. She repeated the process with my right nut. It was as if she was seeing how hard she could squeeze my nuts before they would actually pop.

“Ow!” I yelled out. But, she just ignored me. She was more into what she was doing than what I was feeling.

Erica was still grinning wickedly. She squeezed my nuts once again, but this time she held them inside her palm and made a fist around them, squeezing them as hard as she could. As she did this she said, “Wow, this is such a good stress reliever. You know, like that liquid filled ball you have on your desk in your office at work.” She laughed and squeezed my balls again, this time harder. I felt my entire body get tight as the constantly sharp pain crawled from my balls into my belly.

I reached out and grabbed onto the leather straps that had my wrists restrained. I needed something to grasp onto because the pain was so intense. I struggled to bring my knees up, but my effort was in vain. She had restrained my ankles really good to the bottom bed posts. My feeble attempts just tended to piss her off more.

Erica squeezed my balls harder and harder. I could feel my body getting red as my blood rushed down to my balls. I was at my wife’s mercy. I yelled out in pain for her to please stop. I begged and pleaded for her to stop this agonizing torture and assault on my balls. But she didn’t stop and instead, she was smiling and enjoying making me suffer in agony.

Either it was from my blood rushing so quickly, or the torturous pain, or a combination of both. I passed out for about ten minutes. Like a cat playing with a mouse, it was no fun to torment its prey when it was dead or unconscious. When she had realized I had passed out, she let go of my balls.

I woke up to her rustling around in her leather bag once again. She had noticed that I was awake.

“Ahh… well hello there sleepyhead, did you enjoy your short nap?” She said and laughed. “I thought I had lost you there for awhile. I can’t have you going and ruining my fun time with you, that would be just too rude of you now, wouldn’t it?”

She was holding a long skinny rod with four hooks curled over at one end. She had a bottle of lube and was putting some on her fingertips and rubbing them up and down the rod.

“Wh… wha… What are you going to do with that?” I was afraid to ask, but I did manage to get it out anyway.

“Oh, this thing? We are going to make music with your cock.” She said proudly. “Now, the more you move and try to resist, the harder this will be. Relax and it will go in nicely, or so I am told.”

To my horror I soon realized that she was going to stick that torture device into my cock somehow. Then I found out how. She took the top of it and placed it at the opening of my pee hole and began to slide it inside. I felt a burning sensation.

“That’s it. Relax, this won’t take too much longer.” She said as she continued to slide the rod into my pee hole and down into my cock. It hurt like hell, but I knew if I didn’t relax and let her do it, it would be much, much worse than it already was. As if that were even possible.

Once she had it all the way down, the four little hooks at the end settled on my cockhead. Erica then took out a little hammer. It was much, much smaller than a rock hammer. It looked like it was made for a doll. She began to hit the top of the rod and the hooks soon dug into my cockhead flesh. I felt a piercing sensation and it was painful.

As she hit the rod into my cock, it made little sounds like a tuning rod, which vibrated throughout my cock and caused more pain. She hit the rod again. “Ahhh… music to my ears.” She said as she continued to hit the rod.

The hooks were digging deeper and deeper into my cockhead. I saw drops of blood trickling down my cock. “Now, don’t go bleeding all over the place now.” She said with a frown on her face.

She continued to hit the rod, harder each time. The tips of the hooks were digging into my cockhead and were getting deeper and deeper. The more she hit the rod, the deeper the hooks went and the more intense the pain became.

While my cock was burning, my wife decided to reach into her bag once again and pulled out some device that I wasn’t sure what it was. Soon, I found out. It was a metal circle that looked very much like a cock ring, but with four screws going through the metal circle. She slid the ring over my cock and over the hooks sticking out of my cockhead and slid it down around my cock down to the base.

The rod she had in my cock kept my cock hard, so when she got this metal ring around my cock, she began to twist the screws so that they dug into my hard shaft. She was humming while she was screwing the screws in tighter, as if she was baking cookies in the kitchen or something that would make a homemaker hum.

She continued to twist the screws tightly, making my cock ache even more than it had been. I began yelling out in pain again and her response was, “Shhhh…” I thought I was going to pass out again.

Just when I didn’t think she could get the screws any tighter, she did. She had pulled out a pair of pliers from her bag. At first I thought she was going to use them on my balls somehow, but then she used them to make the screws even tighter around my cock. I screamed out louder in agony.

“Shhhh…” She said. “You’re going to make the neighbors wonder what on earth is going on in here.” She scowled at me.

The pain was so intense. I kept feeling myself getting dizzy. I was afraid to pass out again though for fear of pissing her off and waking up to something unthinkable. Some maniacal torture device that only a woman could invent.

I could faintly hear her voice. It sounded like it was in the distance. “Oh come on now, it can’t be all that bad. Maybe you should have thought about the pain it would cause me when you were fucking your secretary all those nights. You never did think of that, did you? Never once worrying about my pain. Not one ounce of consideration for me. So, darling, it is only natural for me not to worry or have any consideration for your pain. I am just extending you the same courtesy you did to me. It’s only fair.” She said with that wicked grin on her face once again. “Now, for your sake, I hope that whore was worth all this.” She added laughing.

Then without warning, she grabbed my balls in her hand again and squeezed without mercy. I was too weak to scream this time and flashes of light and bright colors came into focus as I tossed my head from side to side writhing in pain. Then everything went dark. I had passed out once more from the torturing I was undergoing.

I’m not sure how long I was out. At this point, time was not a factor in my world. When I awoke, I felt tightness around my balls. Erica soon answered my question.

“I have put on you in a device called a ball stretcher. It’s a leather parachute shaped cuff.” As she continued to speak, she pulled on the chain attached to it. “Feel that? That’s a chain attached to the leather cuff, that is how I will stretch your balls out.” She then pulled on the chain attached and I thought my balls were going to be ripped from my body!

She still had the metal rod in my cock with the hooks puncturing my skin. The metal cock ring was still tightly screwed in and now she had this ball stretcher in place and was pulling on it. As if squeezing my balls weren’t torturous enough.

I started to wonder who developed these devices and then I wondered why. What man in their right mind would want their cock and balls to be tortured like this? If I ever found out who invented these devices, I am going to sue the hell out of him.

But, no, a man couldn’t have invented these devices; it definitely had to be a woman. A scorned woman at that. Someone vindictive such as my wife. I pictured a whole organization of women sitting at a table, all of them scorned because their husbands had cheated on them or broke their hearts in some way. They have meetings to come up with ideas on how to torture a cock and balls. Instead of employee of the month, they have best torture device of the month. But, I digress…

I felt the pull again. “Ahhhh!” I yelled out faintly. I didn’t have much strength left in my body. I felt as if all my energy had been drained. I just wanted this to be over and over soon. But, something told me that this was going to be a long weekend. A long weekend of pain, torture and my wife getting even with me. Maybe after all of this was over, we could move on and get on with our lives and be happy as we were once before.

My hopes and dreams were soon shattered each time I felt her pull on my balls. Each time pulling my balls from my body further and further away. Every time my body jerking and spasming from the pain. The muscles in my legs and back started to grow tired due to the onslaught of the torture my body was receiving. Did Erica care? No. Not at all.

Erica was concentrating on what she was doing. She had an intense look on her face as she pulled the chain harder and harder. Soon, I began to feel a sick feeling in my stomach as the constant pain of having my balls pulled began to overtake me once more.

Erica reached into her bag and pulled out a five pound weight with a metal ring on top and attached it to a hook that was on the end of the chain that was attached to the leather device that was around my balls.

Once it was attached, she let it hang over the side of the bed for a few minutes. I felt my balls constantly being stretched this time. Not just a quick tug and pull, as Erica was doing before, but this time a constant pull on my balls. More pain shot through my balls and my lower abdomen.

Erica then pulled the weight back up onto the bed and reached into her bag and pulled out what looked like to be miniature jumper cables. She then pulled out a little box and attached one end of the miniature jumper cables to the small box she was holding. I soon realized that it was a battery.

She then took the other end of the small cables and attached them to the end of the rod that was sticking out from my cock. “Are you ready for some shock therapy?” She gave a wicked laugh as she said those words.

“Do you know why you are here?” She asked me with a serious look on her face.

“I… I… I cheated on you.” I stammered.

She turned the dial on the battery and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot throughout my cock, balls and stomach! “Ahhhhhh!” I yelled out in pain.

“Who did you cheat on me with?” She asked.

“Wh...Wh... wh... with my secretary… no.. noo. Erica .. please..” I pleaded.

I felt another jolt of electricity shoot throughout my body! “Ahhhh.. fuuuuuck!” I yelled out with little strength I had left in me.

“Okay. Did you ever think that there would be any consequences for cheating on me?”

“E… E... Erica… please…” I begged.

“Answer my question, please. Did you ever think that there would be consequences for cheating on me?” She asked more sternly.

“Noooooooooooo!” I cried out.

More electricity shot throughout my body. I was so weak now. I had nothing left in me anymore.

“Well, maybe you should have and you wouldn’t have cheated on me, now would you?” Then she paused for a moment and continued, “Or maybe you would have and just wouldn’t have cared. I hope your whore was worth it.” She then disconnected the wires. I let out a little sigh. She put the battery and small cables back into the bag.

Then slowly, she pulled the rod out of my cock. The hooks pulled out from skin on my cockhead. I could feel drops of blood dripping down my cock. She wiped the rod off and put it back inside its case. She then unscrewed the screws from the cock ring. When the pressure came off my cock the pain was more intense than when the screws were on my cock. But, I was still relieved she had removed them.

She pulled off the cock ring and also put it back into her bag. Erica then unhooked the weight from the chain that was connected to the ball stretcher and also put it back into her bag. She then unzipped the leather parachute shaped cuff off my balls and put it away in her bag.

For a moment, she let my cock and balls breathe. After a few minutes, they started to feel somewhat normal again. But that was short lived.

My wife knew me and she knew me well. She began to rub some green gel over the puncture wounds on my cock head. It felt good and soothing and her touch, which always managed to turn me on, began to make my cock semi-erect. She then began stroking my cock with her hand and the cooling gel and over my balls. The minty gel was very soothing and calming. I closed my eyes after awhile and began to relax.

I was at her mercy and I felt completely helpless in her hands. My wife knew me well and she knew what turned me on. She knew me well enough to know how to exploit my weakness for her. She stroked my cock and massaged my balls some more, then she stopped and reached over and pulled out a red ball with straps on it. She put the ball in my mouth and fastened the straps behind my head.

“Since you like to scream so much, we are going to nip that in the bud of anyone hearing you.” She said, as she made sure the straps behind my head were tightened.

Erica then stood up on the bed and positioned herself over my chest. She put her pointy toe of her stiletto heels to my face. I could see the shininess of the stiletto as the light reflected off it. “See how pointy and shiny my stilettos are? I just polished them today just for you, my darling.” She said as she had that wicked grin on her face once again. The one that scareed the hell out of me.

She took her pointy toe and dragged it across my chest, over my stomach and between my legs, then she pulled her leg back and swung her pointy toe forward, kicking me right smack in the middle of my balls!

“Arghghg!” I gurgled through the ball gag.

I had now lost complete control of my body as I felt it giving out at the impact of her pointy toe landing on my balls. The pain shot up through my balls to my abdomen and then throughout my entire body. I tried to curl up, but the restraints forbid me from doing so.

She then pulled her leg back once again and kicked me harder in my groin. This time her pointy toe landing between my cock and balls. I let out another gargled scream. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me this time. I was still conscious though. But, I was having a hard time breathing. Did she care? No, of course not.

CRACK! I heard my nuts go as she landed once again, this time smack dab in the middle of my balls! I started to feel sick to my stomach as if I was about to vomit.

Erica then got down on her knees between my legs to assess the damage she had caused on my cock and balls. I felt her hand wrap around my balls. “Well, shit.” She said with a puzzled voice. “How the fuck did that happen now?” She had a confused look on her face.

I felt her probe a finger into my ball sack and up into my lower stomach area. Her finger was moving slowly around the inside of my groin like she was searching for one of my nuts.

A few times I could feel the tip of her finger against it and I would start to spasm in pain. “Is that it?” She asked me looking up.

“Huh?” I asked her through my ball gag, still in pain.

“Is that your nut I am touching right now?” She asked me.

“Mhm.” I replied through my gag.

“Oh okay, good. I thought I had lost the son of a bitch.” She started laughing. “Shit, I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital and explain to them that I lost one of your nuts.” She began to laugh hysterically.

“Now, I am going to have to reach in deeper and pull the damn thing back out.” She said still laughing. I found no humor whatsoever in this situation. What the fuck? She lost my nut? The damn thing must have gone into hiding, I don’t blame it because I would have too.

The pain of her digging around and trying to pull my nut back out was worse than when she was kicking me. I must have had serious fear in my eyes because she asked me if I was okay.

I shook my head no.

“Well, let me get this nut out and we will take a break.” Erica said as she continued to dig for my nut.

Slowly I felt her finger extend into my balls again with a look of concentration on her face. Once in a while hitting something inside me that would cause me to jump. The whole time I was moaning in pain.

“Got it!” She exclaimed proudly.

Her finger moved in behind my nut and she pulled it forward, of course causing me even more pain. The pain was unbearable.

“Okay, that problem is now solved. If only all our problems in life could be solved so quickly.” She said grinning.

Erica then unstrapped the straps to my ball gag and took the ball gag out of my mouth. I let out some deep breaths. It was good to breathe through my mouth and nose at the same time again. I coughed a little as I caught my breath.

She then undid my leather straps that were around my ankles and wrists. They were red and burned a little from when I was trying to curl up in a ball and was pulling on them.

“Why don’t you go soak your cock and balls and we will take a break for awhile. I’ll make us something to eat for lunch and then you can take a little nap and we can rejuvenate ourselves.”

I slowly got up from the bed and crawled to the bathroom as she was putting things away.

“Besides, I need to think of more ways to torture you for tonight.” She grinned wickedly. “Just think darling, we have the whole weekend to have fun together.”

She then left and walked out the door and locked it behind her.

2. Not So Mr. Tough Guy

The machismo in men has always been a fascination of mine. They tend to try to portray their toughness and roughness to us women, but when it really comes down to it, they are just overgrown babies when it comes to pain.

Take my husband, Roy, for instance. When I was in the hospital in labor with our only son, I wanted a natural childbirth, no meds, nothing. Roy was in the room with me, the minute he saw the blood coming from my vagina when our son was being born, PLOP! Right onto the floor. I was the one in pain, yet he was the one who passed out! And he was supposed to be my labor coach!

Of course, I teased him about it for years to come after that. One night, we were watching a television show and we got into the discussion of the difference between men and women and their pain endurance. Roy went on and on about how men are built to take pain, go to war, defend their families and country… yada, yada, yada.

To call him on his bluff, I brought up an idea. “Why don’t we test that pain theory that you keep insisting and persisting upon?” I said to him.

“Okay, you have yourself a deal. I bet I can take anything you give me. And when I do, you will never bring up the labor room incident again in front of me or anyone else, agreed?” He said with a smug smile.

“You have yourself a deal!” I said grinning.

We made a date a week from that night. I wanted to do some research and I found the perfect way to win this bet. I was going to give my husband, a good dose of torturing his cock and balls. That should wake his ass up to reality and what men can’t take. I will reduce him to a crying little ball of man flesh.

I went online and ordered some devices, including a pair of six inch stiletto boots. I wanted to get into the role of being the pain administrator that night. So, I bought a leather dress to go with my leather boots. He isn’t going to know what hit him! Literally!

So, date night had arrived. It was a cool, crisp Saturday night. Around 7:00 p.m. I went to get ready. Hair, make-up, outfit, boots, devices in order and black silk ropes tied to each bedpost waiting for him. When 8:00 p.m. came around, date time, my husband swaggered upstairs to our bedroom.

“Honey, Romeo is here for some fun!” He sang out standing in the bedroom door.

My mother had taken our son for the weekend, so we were all alone in the house. I was in our walk-in closet when he had entered our bedroom. I walked out in my outfit.

“Holy shit!” Roy shouted out. “You look fucking hot!” His cock immediately got hard. “Where did you get all of this stuff?” He asked.

I stuck to my role. “Never mind that. Get undressed.” I ordered him.

Roy began to strip naked. Once he was completely nude, I told him to lie on the bed on his back. He did what I had told him to do. I then took the silk rope ties and tied each of his wrists to the bedposts by the headboard and then his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

Once he was completely secured, I went up to his head and leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You are going to experience what real pain is tonight.”

“Bring it on bitch!” He said in his cocky voice.

“Oh I plan on it.” I whispered back in his ear. My husband was going to be in for one hell of an eye opening experience, I thought to myself. He has no idea of what I have in store for him. I will be giving him an education in pain.

“Ohhh… you’re tying me up.” Roy said as I finished. “I can take whatever you give me, my sweet Rebecca.” I remained silent. Keep talking cocky boy, I thought to myself. Keep talking. We shall see who gets the last say tonight.

I decided that week that my husband needed to be taught a lesson. I was tired of him mouthing off of how women are inferior when it comes to pain threshold and how much more macho men are built.

Tonight was going to be about me humiliating him to the point where he will never speak of his thoughts about men and woman’s differences again in a negative light.

I grabbed the ball gag out of the dresser drawer. One of the many things I found on the website I bought my things from. I went to place the blue ball gag, with the black straps behind his head, in his mouth. Blue ball. How appropriate, I thought. Because that is exactly what is going to happen by the time I am done with him. His balls will be black and blue.

Roy clenched his teeth so I couldn’t get the ball in his mouth. I reached down and wrapped one hand around his nut sack and squeezed. He opened his mouth wide and said, “Ahhhh!”

“Good boy.” I said and pushed the blue ball into his mouth and fastened the straps behind his head.

There. Now everything was in place. Did he really think those squishy balls of his and his “man muscle” as he likes to call it, really had a chance against me? The thought actually made me smile and laugh wickedly. Roy looked at me with fear in his eyes for the first time that night. “Not so cocky now are we?” I laughed out loud.

I pulled out a square piece of sandpaper and started to gently rub his balls with it in a circular motion. Now, some women would prefer to shave the balls or use hair removal cream. I read somewhere that sandpaper, when used gently in a circular motion, can take off pubic hair, or any hair for that matter, very nicely.

His skin began to turn a pinkish color, most likely from the rubbing, but I was really impressed with the results. It actually works!

After removing his public hairs with the sandpaper, I took a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol and began to wipe his balls with it. The stinging sensation made him squirm and moan a little.

Next, I took a good amount of cayenne red pepper mixed with enough water to create a paste. Once the paste was mixed together, I began to apply it on his freshly sandpapered balls. I covered his balls with the paste.

When the burn set in he began screaming under his ball gag. “What honey? What’s that?” I asked. “Does it hurt? Does it burn?” I grinned. “But, I thought you could take a lot of pain honey? Where’s your machismo now?” I laughed.

I wrapped his balls with some medical gauze to keep the cayenne red pepper paste in tact on his balls. Can’t have that coming off now, can we?

His balls were now all gauzed up and the ends of the gauze were tied at the base of his balls.

I then took out some kite string and began to wrap it around the base of his cock and balls tightly together, not missing an inch of skin. I could see his balls begin to turn a blue purplish color as I wrapped them tightly into their cocoon.

He wiggled a little, because I knew he felt pain. “Don’t give up on me now darling, we have just begun.” I grinned my wicked smile that I had been practicing all week for added effect.

Once I reached under his cockhead, I tied the two kite string ends together. His cock and balls were now combined together in a kite string cocoon, with only the head peering out above, at which point I slapped his cock and balls for good measure. His body jolted and he let out a grunt. I checked out my handiwork and was very pleased with myself. Not bad for a beginner, I thought to myself.

I pulled out a small wooden paddle that looked similar to a wooden spoon. I lifted the paddle and smacked his cockhead a few times, watching the expression in his eyes turn to utter fear. Then I smacked his balls a few times too, just for good measure. Can’t ignore the balls and let the cock have all the fun now, can I?

The noises that were trying to come out of his mouth from his vocal chords were like music to my ears. I was actually enjoying his high pitched muffled screams. It meant I was doing my job and doing it well I was.

I had some cayenne red pepper paste leftover and decided that his cock needed some too. Oh, did I tell you that I went and had my nails done today? I had acrylic nails put on. Nice long ones with red nail polish. The tips were perfect for what I was about to do next.

I pinched the head of his cock open, put the top of my nail inside his pee hole and opened it up as far as I could. I then took my nail on my other hand and dipped it into the cayenne red pepper paste and scooped some out. I placed the paste inside his pee hole and pushed it down as far as it could go with my nail. I took some more paste and repeated the process. Then I waited a moment and watched his face turn a bright red as he tried to scream out in agony. Wow! I bet that burned like hell!

So much for men being able to endure pain very well. My sweet ass! My husband was red all over his face and body. I think the cayenne red pepper was really doing the trick! He was reduced to a whimpering, pathetic little boy who couldn’t have the ice cream flavor he wanted. No, at least the little boy had reason to cry. Men are supposed to be tough, right?

I then proceeded with the cock and ball torture. Wait? You thought I was already doing that? Nope. I was just getting him prepared for what was to come next. Building up his endurance, so to speak.

I stood up on our bed over his crotch area. I took my stiletto heel and placed it over his nut sack and began to apply 130 pounds of weight on it. I weigh 130, so I figured that’s what was being applied to his balls when I was applying pressure and force upon them.

His face began to turn bright red and then beads of sweat began to form on his face. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I applied more and more pressure to his balls with my stiletto. Then the son of a bitch passed out! Yeah, can you believe that? He passed out during our little game. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

I got off the bed and went over and pulled the ball gag out of his mouth. I took our digital camera and took some photos of him. I wanted to document this date of pain we had for tonight. I wanted to show him that men are not built for pain.

If I can go through child labor forcing a baby out of my vagina without any meds and not even passing out, then I do believe that I have won this bet of women being able to endure pain more than men.

I knew that my husband’s frail male pride had been destroyed this evening and I wasn’t going to let him live it down. Tonight, I taught my husband, Roy, a lesson. Never get too cocky with a woman who was in labor for eight hours trying to push something the size of a watermelon through a hole the size of an apple.

Lesson learned.

3. My Wife, My Tormenter

“Where have you been? You are late.” My wife Rachel said with a scowl on her face as I entered our beautiful two story house in the suburbs. She was standing at the door tapping her high heeled foot.

Rachel was a homemaker while I worked at my advertising company that I had built from the ground up. We had been married for twelve years. We were married just out of high school, where I then went off and joined the military then used the G.I. Bill to pay for my college with my major being in Art and my minor in Business.

Even though she was a homemaker, she never looked the role. She always wore a nice dress and heels and I have never once found her “lounging” around in her robe, well, unless she was sick, but then she would just stay in bed. No, my wife was the model housewife. She took care of our home and our children, who were now school age, so she had more time on her hands during the day.

“You were supposed to be home over an hour ago!” She was angry, I could tell. “My mother has the children for the weekend and I have been here waiting patiently for you. Where have you been?”

She was wearing the red patent leather dress she had bought from the fetish store on the internet. We had decided to explore different ways to make our sex life a lot more interesting. Rachel had done a lot of research and was putting in a lot of effort on this part of our life. She didn’t want our sex life to go dull. And even after twelve years of marriage, it hadn’t, because of her, which I was thankful for and I loved her even more for it.

Once a month, her parents would take our children for the weekend and we would have a “sex weekend” from Friday night to Sunday afternoon, of which then the children would come home and we would have to resume our normal life.

But, it was one of those weekends and it was Friday night and she was standing at the door in her red patent leather dress with matching red stiletto heels. Rachel was looking as hot as ever.

“Ummm… err… I… I…” I stammered. I hadn’t seen this dominant side to Rachel before, but I was actually liking it! “I’m sorry sweetie.”

“Sorry nothing! Get upstairs now mister!” She ordered me. “And take your clothes off!”

I knew better than to disobey my wife when it came to these sex games she liked to organize and play. I scuffled up the stairs to our bedroom and quickly began to undress. Rachel had followed me up the stairs and was standing in the doorway watching me. As I undressed, I felt her eyes piercing at me sternly from across the bedroom.

Rachel noticed me looking at her and started to move slowly towards me, as I was almost naked. For some reason, my body froze, like I was paralyzed. She had this look in her eyes that told me that tonight we weren’t going to just play our normal games. No, tonight, there was something different in her eyes.

“Don’t stop undressing!” She ordered.

I continued to remove the rest of my clothing and soon I was completely naked. Rachel went over and sat on the bed at the headboard. “Come here.” She said as she patted the bed.

I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She then grabbed my right hand and slapped a handcuff on it and handcuffed me to the bed. Before I knew it she had jumped over me and slapped the other handcuff on my left hand and attached me to the bed as well!

My legs were free, but my wrists were restrained. She hadn’t done this to me before, so I was curious as to what she had in store for us tonight.

She took out a metal device and attached it to my cock and around my balls. Since my cock was hard, it was a bit tight when she locked it on me. “There, that will do.” She said. “That’s a chastity device. If your cock gets any harder than it is, it will hurt.” She was smiling.

Rachel then stood on the bed and over my head. I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pussy was clean shaven without any hair. I love her pussy hairless and she knew that. Sometimes she would leave a strip of hair above her clit, but if she wanted to get me aroused and turned on, she would shave it completely.

I could feel my cock start to get harder and that device she put on me start to get tighter. She was right, it did hurt! I couldn’t help myself though. Her pussy turned me on so much!

She squatted over my face so that her pussy was right above my nose. I tried sticking my tongue out to taste her, but I was too far away. I could smell her sweet aroma though. I knew that smell and it drove me wild. I wanted nothing more right now than to taste her.

Rachel reached down and slid her finger between her pussy lips and gathered some pussy juices on her finger. She then took her wet fingertip and smeared her vaginal nectar right under my nose. Her sent was strong. I tried to lick it with the tip of my tongue, but my tongue wouldn’t reach.

“You want my pussy, don’t you?” She taunted and she touched herself in front of me.

“Oh god, you know I do.” I pleaded.

“You want to taste me, don’t you?” She taunted me more.

“Yes, baby, yes, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Please, please can I taste your sweet pussy?” I pleaded with her more.

She took her finger again and wiped it across her pussy lips and rubbed it over my lips. “Oh god! She tasted so good and sweet! I licked my lips over and over again until her taste was gone. My cock was aching, not only from being hard, but also from the device being so tight around my cock and balls. My cock had grown at least another inch or two and my balls were soon filling up with my semen and were getting bigger and tighter.

Rachel was smiling. My wife, the siren, knew exactly what she was doing and she was doing it well. “You are all mine tonight to do with whatever I please, do you understand that?” She asked and grinned.

“Yes. Yes. I understand.” I agreed with her.

“Excellent.” She said. Then she lifted her dress up to show me her pussy entirely. God! It was so beautiful! She began to dance very sexily and move her hips while rubbing her pussy right in front of me. She turned around on the bed and bent over my face again, showing me her ass and pussy and shaking it.

Then she got off the bed and walked over to the corner of our bedroom. I then noticed something that I hadn’t noticed before in our bedroom. There, in our bedroom was a stripper pole going from the floor to the ceiling. “When did you get a stripper pole?” I asked curiously.

“Shhh…” Rachel replied as she walked over to the pole. She wrapped her leg around it and began to do a pole dance for me. My cock had never been harder before in my life. I was getting a pole dance from my wife and she was amazing at it!

She pulled herself up high on the pole, wrapped both her legs around it and spun around on it upside down with her dress up to her tits. I could hear the squeakiness of her wet pussy lips rubbing up against the pole as she came down the pole. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen my wife do for me, and my cock was aching even more.

I would have done anything to be able to reach down and stroke my cock and watch her. This was indeed torture, not letting me enjoy the fruits of her sexual labor right now.

When she was done dancing on the pole, she came back over to me and took off my chastity device. It felt so good as my cock sprung out and my balls felt free again. She set the device on the nightstand.

Rachel took out a bottle of lube and squirted some onto the palm of her hand. She then wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke it. “You like that don’t you baby?” She cooed.

“Yeah, that’s it.. stroke my cock… yeah…” I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch. About five minutes into her stroking me I heard a CRACK! A sharp pain shoot up through my cock and balls. I opened my eyes and to my horror my wife had a small whip and she was whipping my cock and balls!

“This is called a cock whip.” She explained proudly.

“Wh.. why… wha… What the fuck Rachel?!” I managed to finally get out.

“Isn’t this fun?” She grinned at me.

I quickly brought my legs up to protect my cock and balls.

“Oh no, we can’t have you doing that now, can we?” She said with a frown. Rachel got up and went over and picked up a spreader bar and attached it to my ankles. I was now spread eagle on our bed. Then she grabbed some rope and tied it the middle of the spreader bar, which had a ring on it and tied the other end to the foot bar at the end of our bed.

“There, now that will keep you from hindering my mission.” She said proudly.

“Rachel.. please.” I pleaded with her. I didn’t like this game anymore. I didn’t like the pain she was giving me. “For fuck’s sake, stop your goddamn whining!” She then got up and walked over to her drawer with her panties in it and pulled out a pair of red lace panties and walked over to me and shoved them in my mouth. “There, maybe now that will shut you up.” She then left the room.

I wasn’t sure what she was doing or why she had left the room, but she was gone for a while. I was afraid of what she would come back with. I had no idea what had gotten into my wife. I had never seen her this dominant before or pain inflicting. She was usually very loving and caring and our sex time together was always enjoyable for the both of us. I hope that this wasn’t a sign of things to come for our sex life.

For what seemed like an eternity that she was gone, Rachel came back. She was carrying something in her hand. I wasn’t sure what it was. She sat back on the bed and I saw for the first time what was in her hand. It was a whip, but it had nine strands hanging from it. She raised her hand up and brought it down across my cock and balls.

“Argh!” I yelled out in pain. Because, believe me, that is exactly what I felt throughout my whole groin area!

She held it up in front of me to show me what she had. “Do you like my cat o' nine tails?” She was proudly showing it to me.

She brought the cat o' nine tails up again several more times and landed it across my cock and balls giving the most intense pain I had ever felt in my entire life. I seriously thought I was going to pass out.

I knew I was crying, because I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. My pride hurt, my ego and more so, my cock and balls. My wife remained silent as she got up and put the cat o' nine tails away in her drawer. I was truly terrified as to what was going to come next.

She stood back up on the bed looking down at me. She began to unzip her dress and then toss it to the floor. She only had on her six inch stiletto heels and her red lace bra. Even through all the pain I was feeling, she was beautiful. She then took her bra off and tossed it to the ground. She was now completely naked standing up on the bed in front of me. I could feel my cock get hard once again, it hurt a little, but, I was more focused on my hot, gorgeous and sexy wife that was standing in front of me.

“Do you think I am sexy?” She asked me.

“Mhm.” I managed to get out and nod my head, I still had the panties stuffed in my mouth.

“I bet you would love more than anything to fuck me right now, wouldn’t you?” She asked me.

“Mhm.” I said once again through the panties in my mouth.

“I heard something the other day about you.” She said as she was rubbing the bottom of her heel on my cock, stroking it with the bottom of her shoe.

I wondered what she was talking about.

“Amanda told me that her husband informed her that he saw you at a strip club last month. Is this true?” She asked still stroking my cock.

Fuck! I thought to myself, it was true. I had gone there for a business meeting with some clients and things got a little carried away.

“I also heard that you went to the back room and had a private dance, didn’t you?” She asked me still stroking my cock.

That was also true too. The girl had even given me a blowjob. I had too many drinks at lunch that day and things got too carried away. I never thought Rachel would find out. I didn’t have sex with the girl, but I could understand Rachel’s anger about it. I had no other choice but to nod my head and grunt through the panties in my mouth, “Mhm.”

Then, without warning, Rachel swung her foot back and kicked me in my groin with the toe of her shoe! I yelled so loud that I almost choked on the panties in my mouth.

She kicked me again and again until I passed out. When I came to about fifteen minutes later, she had taken the panties out of my mouth and was sitting on the bed next to me.

“I can forget your indiscretion at the strip club, if you can forget about tonight, my darling.” She said as she caressed my face.

“Okay.” I agreed with her. After all, I did serve out my punishment. It could have been worse, I suppose.

4. My Wife the Ball Crusher

Most guys don’t sit around thinking about their girlfriends or wives kicking them in the balls for fun. It’s just not something we are born with and crave. When we’re little boys, we do our best to protect the family jewels from getting hurt, especially in sports. Nothing hurts more than a cleat to our groin area without a protector cup.

The mere thought of any woman kicking me or hitting me in my crotch terrifies the hell out of me, as I am sure it scares the hell out of most guys. Nothing possibly good could come from it.

Then when you get into the biting, whipping, torture devises and all the other stuff that comes with cock and ball torture, you have to think that if there are so many sites out there that sell these things and fetish sites with thousands of members who are into this sort of thing, then maybe there are some guys out there who are into feeling pain in their groin.

I was laying in bed one night imagining myself being totally helpless. Having my legs secured and my arms stretched up over my head restrained so that I couldn’t move. That part, I wouldn’t mind at all. I trust my wife enough to let her do that to me and she did.

I got a bug up my ass and asked my wife to tie me up one night after fantasizing about it for some time. I had gone on the internet and bought some leather restraints for my wrists and ankles. They had come in that day and I was excited.

My wife, Sarah, always goes along with kinky things I suggest in bed and she has had some good ideas too. We like to keep our sex life alive and kinky. We enjoy sex and love to have fun and we are always looking to take it to the next level.

So, there I was. Sarah had restrained me with the leather straps to our bed. I was lying there naked and my cock and balls were fully vulnerable and exposed. What was to happen to me that night was to the extreme of kinkiness and there was nothing I could do about it.

You see, Sarah had been doing some research as well and had ordered some things off the internet on her own and was biding her time for when I would put myself in this vulnerable position. Somehow she knew I would. Was I that predictable?

I don’t consider myself a masochist, but I do find certain levels of vulnerability rather alluring and somewhat exciting on different levels. Some might call it insanity, others call it a fetish and then others just call it a way of life. Torture and humiliation on different levels can invoke an orgasm, enhance an orgasm or just get a cock hard. I guess it all depends on who you are and what floats your boat.

Letting one’s self get to that level of vulnerability and humiliation, takes a man’s power away instantly. When a woman kicks you in the balls or tortures your cock and balls and leaves you writhing in pain and humility, all your pride and honor are stripped from you right at that moment.

I got a taste of that one night from my wife.

Sarah had tied me up to our bed, at my request. I told her that she could do with me as she pleased and that I trusted her. I was turned on by the unknowing and vulnerability and having my wife in charge of me sexually that night. My cock was hard instantly as she tightened the last strap around my ankle.

Sarah looked sexy and beautiful. She had on a black see-through teddy. I could see her pink nipples poking through on her perky and round tits. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a candle with a lighter. She lit the candle and gently dripped the hot wax on my nipples. I loved having my nipples played with, so it felt nice. Sarah held the candle far enough from my nipples so that the wax was warm when it hit my nipples.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the wax. She trickeled the hot wax on my stomach and back up to my nipples again. My eyes were still closed when I felt the warm wax on my balls. It stung a little, but not too bad. Then I felt it hotter and hotter and suddenly, as I looked down, Sarah was ripping the wax from my balls! It wouldn’t have been so bad if my pubic hairs weren’t attached to the wax!

“Ahhhh!” I yelled out. “What the hell. Sarah?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

“Shhhh.” Was her reply.

She continued with the hot wax covering my cock with it. My cock felt like it was on fire! “Sarah!” I yelled out.

She stopped for a moment and looked at me. “If you don’t be quiet, I am going to gag you.” She said as she reached over and held up a red ball gag.

Where the hell did she get that? I thought to myself. She went back to working on covering my cock with hot wax and my already sore balls with the hot wax too.

When she was done covering my groin area in hot wax, she blew out the candle and put it away. She reached over into her drawer and pulled out a steel cylinder object with a metal ring attached. She put the ring around my balls and then the cylinder device around my balls. I thought maybe it was one of those penis pumps or something.

She then locked the ring onto the end of the chamber and my balls were now enclosed in the steel cylinder. I then saw for the first time a T-handle at the top of the cylinder that was also made of steel. I then knew that this was no penis pump.

Sarah looked at me and thought for a moment. “I think you are going to need the ball gag for this.” She grabbed the red ball gag and shoved it into my mouth and fastened the straps behind my head. Once it was secure to her satisfaction, she went back to the cylinder device she had placed on my balls, which was now starting to terrify me.

Sarah then took the T-handle and began to twist the handle. Then it hit me hard as to what the device was! Before I could yell out through my ball gag, she paused and said, “This is my new ball press chamber. Do you like it?” She was grinning wickedly.

She went back to twisting the T-handle and the more she turned it, the tighter my balls got. This torture device was made to crush balls with a simple twist of the T-handle. She kept turning the handle until she realized that I was in a lot of pain.

“Oh, but sweetie, I thought you liked trying new things?” She taunted me.

I started to feel light headed and I think she knew that, so she loosened the device a little. But, I still felt like my balls were about to pop. In fact, I was sure they would if she had turned the handle the opposite direction one more time.

She let go of the ball pressing device and pulled out a black leather case. “As you know, sweetie, part of working at a beauty salon is knowing how to give piercings. So, tonight, I am going to give you a Prince Albert.” She unzipped her black leather case and began setting items on top of the nightstand.

“This will hurt tonight and for a few days, probably more, but in the end, it will make your orgasms and fucking me a lot more enjoyable.” She said as she was pulling stuff out of her bag.

“I need to make sure the needle is sterilized. I would use the piercing gun, but this is so much better using a piercing needle.” She said as she sanitized the needle.

Once she had sanitized the needle, she held up a ring with a ball on it and showed it to me and smiled. As if she needed my approval? She was already going through with this whether I wanted her to or not.

“Normally, I would use ice to numb the piercing area, but I think to fully appreciate the piercing process, that won’t be necessary.” She then took the needle and stuck it through my penis through my urethra, right under the head of my cock.

I felt a shooting pain and I just closed my eyes. She then slid the ring with the ball on it inside the piercing and wipes the blood away.

“There, all done.” She said as she cleaned the needle and began to put everything away. I could feel my cock throbbing in pain. I don’t know what pain hurt the most, the pain from my new Prince Albert, or the pain from my balls being a crushing device.

She reached down and loosened the handle on the ball crusher. If I find out where she hides that thing, I am going to throw it out with the trash. That thing was the epitome of humiliation and pain and I want nothing more to do with it.

Sarah untied me and kissed me. “Now that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she asked smiling at me.

I looked at her and for the most part, I should be angry with her, but I wasn’t. In fact, I think I had a great time, the rush I got from the pain and the fear was intense and in a way, I loved it!

5. Kevin’s Birthday Surprise

It was my birthday and my wife, Karen, decided to give me a surprise. I had worked all day, so while I was at work, she spent the day preparing my birthday surprise for me. I had no idea what it was going to be, because if I had, I probably would have run out of the building as fast as my legs would have carried me.

When I arrived home, Karen had me strip my clothes off and she blindfolded me. She then put some other clothes on me. From what I could tell, it was a tight pair of shorts, which I then felt and they were some type of soft rubbery material. She then put on a shirt that was made of lightweight material. I felt it and it felt like some sort of netting. I came to find out later that the material was called mesh.

Karen then led me to her car and I got into the passenger’s side, still blindfolded. I had no idea what was in store for me. She drove for about twenty minutes or so, I couldn’t really tell, but four songs had played on the radio and some commercials, by the time she had stopped the car, so I figured it had been that long.

Karen got out of the car and came around to my side and helped me out. “Keep your blindfold on and don’t take it off.” She said in a tone that I had never heard come from her before.

She guided me up some stairs and into a building. The floors were hardwood. I could tell because her high heeled shoes were clacking on the wood.

“I am here for our 7:00 p.m. appointment with Mistress Clarice.” My wife had announced to whomever was sitting at the front desk.

What is a mistress? I thought to myself. I had heard the term before, but only in the way that is used when men are having an extra-marital affair, the other woman is referred to as his “mistress”. But, I had no idea why we were seeing someone called Mistress Clarice.

Moments later, I heard a very sexy and sultry voice with a dominant tone in her voice say, “Greetings Karen.” She kissed my wife on her cheek, “And this must be your husband Kevin?”

“Yes, Mistress Clarice, this is Kevin, the birthday boy.” My wife answered her.

Marvelous! And I see that he is wearing what I had told you to dress him in.” She said.

“Of course. I want this all to be so perfect!” I heard my wife say. I was still in my blindfold.

“Take him to the dungeon and prepare him for his session!” Mistress Clarice said sternly.

Dungeon? What the hell was she talking about? What was going on? My mind was racing with so many thoughts in my head. I began to feel dizzy and faint. I felt myself being led down a narrow stairway. As we entered the room, which I am assuming was the dungeon that Mistress Clarice spoke of, I could tell it was a bit chillier and quiet.

“Bind his arms and legs on the table.” Mistress Clarice said. I felt two pairs of hands on me, one pair was from my wife and the other pair was from someone I didn’t know. It wasn’t Mistress Clarice’s though. I could hear her voice coming from the other side of the room.

My arms and legs were bound. I felt my body in an “X” position. The shorts I had on must have been put together by only Velcro because Karen ripped them off of me exposing my cock and balls. She then took my blindfold off and I was right, there were two other women in the room besides my wife.

“Bind those balls together! I hope they are ready to receive the beating of their life!” Mistress Clarice ordered. My heart sank.

“Please.. please…” I began to beg.

“Silence!” Mistress Clarice then commanded. “Put a ball gag in his mouth now! I don’t want to hear his pathetic whimpering!”

“Yes, Mistress!” My wife replied and then grabbed a leather strap with a red ball in the center. I assumed that this was the device that Mistress Clarice was talking about. My suspicions were confirmed when Karen, my wife, shoved the red ball into my mouth and fastened the leather strap behind my head snuggly.

Once the ball gag was in my mouth, Karen bound my testicles together very tightly.

“Today your wife has decided to give you a birthday gift that you will never forget.” Mistress Clarice said as she walked around the table I was bound to. My heart racing like a mad man. I did not know what was going to happen to me or what I should expect. This was all so new to me.

Sure, we had ventured out into different fetishes to spice up our sexual life. I was pretty open- minded and Karen knew that. We were into some pretty kinky stuff, but never anything like I was about to experience.

We had never included anyone else in our sex play or fantasies. This was new to me. Not only did we have another person, we had two; a mistress and her assistant. And then there was my wife. Karen was dressed in a leather dress with leather boots. Her hair was teased out and she had on dark eyeliner and dark red lipstick. I had never seen her like this before. She was sexy as hell and my cock got hard just by looking at her.

It was hard not to notice my erect cock. My cock is about eight inches long and about three inches thick. Karen loved my cock and its size. Because of how big it was, everyone in the room noticed my erection.

“Is this turning you on?” Mistress Clarice asked out of curiosity. “Do you like what it about to be done to you?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer her. Only because I had no idea what was about to happen to me. I was erect due to the fact that my wife looked fucking hot in her outfit. I had never seen her in leather before. This was a side to her that I had never known. But, something told me I was about ready to find out soon enough.

“Today, as your birthday gift, you will be tortured, humiliated and made to feel more pain than you will ever have in your lifetime.” Mistress Clarice continued speaking as she walked around the table I was bound to. “We will brutalize your balls, chide your cock and humble you. We are going to be merciless. The bar will be raised today in your sex life.”

I began to squirm. The very thought of pain made me very uncomfortable.

“We are going to play a game first. A birthday party game, so to speak. I will take this riding crop and count out as I hit your cock and balls. My goal is to reach fifty hits. If you flinch, tears roll from your eyes, scream or you try to resist in any way, the hit won’t count. Break any of those rules I just told you and we start the count over again.” She said with an evil grin holding up her riding crop. “And if you break the rules three times in a row, you will be punished severely.” She added as she tapped my balls with her riding crop.

“Now, Karen take off his ball gag. If he screams and breaks the rules, I want to hear it. Karen then took the ball gag off my mouth. I wanted so badly to scream and yell and beg for them not to do this to me. But, I was scared to death of the consequences and I knew they meant business, so I wasn’t going to test anyone at that point. Once the ball gag was out of my mouth, Mistress Clarice asked me, “Do you understand the rules?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Yes what?” She asked looking at me sternly.

I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me, so I went with my gut instinct. “Yes, Mistress Clarice.”

“Mistress is just fine.” She informed me.

“Yes, Mistress.” I replied

“Now, let’s begin…” She raised the crop over my cock and balls. I had to remember not to flinch, scream, cry or resist and just take it. I figured the faster it was done with, the faster I could get out of here and go home. “We are now going to see what your cock and balls are made of.” She then brought down the crop across my cock and balls. My balls were already tied tightly together with a leather strap that my wife did earlier.

When the crop came down across my cock and balls, I thought they were going to explode with pain. I wanted to yell out so loudly, but I knew better. I got through my first one, forty-nine more to go and if I can get through that, hopefully this torturous game will be over.

I had noticed that there was some sort of rack in the corner of the room. It was about nine feet tall and was suspended by chains at the top of a metal bar. I was curious as to what it was meant to do.

Mistress Clarice caught me staring at it. “I bet you are wondering what that is used for, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I said.

“Well, why don’t I show you.” She snapped her fingers and pointed to me. “Untie him and put him over there!” She ordered.

Karen and the other woman untied me and walked me over to where the rack was. My gut instinct told me to run, but my common sense told me that chances are I wouldn’t get away and that my punishment would be very severe. I wasn’t going to piss off this mistress who had total control over both my wife, and me it seemed.

Karen untied the end of the restraints from my wrists, but left my wrists tied to them. She attached them to the ends of the rack and then the other girl picked up a long bar, which I found out later was called a spreader bar. She attached each end to my ankles and spread my legs wide apart.

This made me feel even more vulnerable. Mistress Clarice snapped her fingers and pointed to the direction of the metal cabinet in the corner.

“Clamps!” She yelled out. The girl then ran over to the cabinet and grabbed something out of it and ran back over to me. I saw that they were little clamps. I was afraid as to where she was going to put those. She clamped them onto my nipples. For a moment I thought she was going to attach them to my balls, or even worse, my cock!

The stinging in my nipples made me forget for a moment about my balls being tied together and my legs aching already from the spreader bar. There were sharp pains going throughout my nipples.

Mistress Clarice put down her riding crop and picked up a long thin black rubber strip about twenty inches long. It looked like the rubber strip from a window washer on a car. She walked over to me and stood in front of me. “I think I will use this instead of the crop.” She raised the rubber strip over my cock and balls. “Now where were we? Oh yes, two!” She then landed the rubber strip across my balls! It felt like a swarm of hornets stinging me! It was all I could do not to yell out in agony. I couldn’t imagine forty-eight more of these, let alone her starting over because I yelled out in pain!

I took deep breaths and tried to place the pain anywhere but on my body. She raised the rubber strap again and SNAP! It landed across my balls once again. Forty-seven more. I don’t know if I was going to make it to fifty. I thought to myself.

Mistress Clarice continued to whip my balls with the rubber strap. Halfway through, I couldn’t take it anymore; I started to cry out in pain. She didn’t like that at all. The look of anger on her face and the way she looked at me, told me that she was not pleased.

“You broke a rule!” She yelled out at anger to me. “Not only will we begin again, but you will now be punished!” She added.

Like what she wasn’t doing to me wasn’t punishment enough? I shivered thinking about what was to come next.

Mistress Clarice walked in front of me and looked down at me. I hadn’t realized how tall she was. She must have stood over six feet tall in her stiletto boots. I felt so small and insignificant in her presence. She didn’t say a word, just looked at me in the eyes. I think she was trying to intimidate me. As if I wasn’t already enough.

Then, while still looking me in the eyes, she reached down and griped my cock and balls in her hand and began to pull them upward as she squeezed them tighter and tighter. I felt a shooting pain in my stomach.

When she had them pulled out, she loosened her grasp, but not much and then raised the rubber strap and as she held out my cock and balls, with the other hand she landed the rubber strap down onto my cock! The pain was so intense because as she landed that rubber strap, she once again squeezed my cock and balls to add to the pain she was giving me. It was all I could to not yell out loud. It took every bit of self-control to hold back my cries.

She then proceeded to land at least twenty-five or more lashings to my cock in lightning speed before I could realize the intense pain that was shooting throughout my whole body. The nipple clamps were taking care of their duty in my upper body and Mistress Clarice was taking care of my lower body.

She then paused and took a breath, not taking her eyes off of me. Mistress Clarice still had her hand wrapped around my cock and balls and was squeezing them tighter and tighter. I felt like they were about to explode in her hand!

Then she released them completely. I felt relieved. But that feeling didn’t last very long. Without warning, I felt the pointy tip of her stiletto boots land and dig into my balls with a fierce intense pain. I then realized that she had kicked me in my balls! Before I could yell, scream or cry out, she did it again and again and again!

I thought I was going to pass out from the intense pain that had permeated throughout my body. My body felt like one big huge migraine. She then yanked the clamps off my nipples, which caused me more intense pain. Having the clamps come off my nipples were more painful than when they were put on. The shooting pain from my nipples acquiring their blood back from being drained added to my already intense pain from my cock and balls.

I didn’t know what to do. I was tied up and I couldn’t move. If I weren’t restrained, at this point, I would have taken my chance and made a run for it. But, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I closed my eyes and kind of lost myself in my own mind. I guess it’s something you do to hide as much as possible from the pain that is being inflicted on you.

“Come on now, wake up.” Mistress Clarice said and she slapped my face. “No time to sleep now.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. I sincerely felt like I was going to pass out. I didn’t want any more punishment on top of already what was planned for me. So, I did my best to keep my eyes open.

“Now, let’s start over.” She raised the rubber strap once again and began to land it on my cock and balls. “One!” She called out. “Two!” She continued to whip my cock and balls with the rubber strap and count out. When she got to twenty-five she stopped.

“Whew! Now that is a work out!” She said with an evil grin on her face. “Come over here, Karen.” She addressed my wife. “You take over now.” She handed the rubber strap to my wife. “Finish him off.”

Karen took the rubber strap and walked off to the side of me and raised the rubber strap over my cock and balls. I looked at her pleadingly as if to ask her with my eyes why she was doing this. She gave me a cold stare back, as if she was possessed and not my wife any longer.

Karen began to count out twenty-five lashings on my cock and balls. I couldn’t take the pain much longer and I had to cry out in pain.

“What? What was that I heard?” Mistress Clarice walked over to me and stood in front of me staring me in the eyes once again. “Was that a cry I heard?” She asked me intently.

“Y…y…yes… Mistress.” I said. “It…it… it hurts.”

“Well, of course it hurts, that’s what cock and ball torture is, otherwise known as CBT, my darling.” She said as she dragged her nails across my face like talons. “Karen, I think it’s time for you to administer his punishment this time.” She said to Karen, as she was still staring into my eyes.

“Yes Mistress.” Karen said. “My pleasure.” She added.

My wife then stood in front of me as Mistress Clarice had done earlier and she raised her leg in a kicking position. Karen also had on pointy stiletto boots. I still thought she looked hot in them despite the fact that she was about to land one into my cock and balls.

She pulled her leg as far back as it would go and then she swung her leg forward landing her toe right smack in the middle of my cock and balls! I yelled out in pain. “Ahhhhhh!”

She raised her leg again and pulled it back and landed her toe into my balls. I screamed out once more. “Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!” She continued to kick me several more times in my cock and balls until I passed out cold.

I was brought back with ice cold water being thrown on my face by Mistress Clarice. “No sleeping on my time!” She said.

She threw the empty bucket down and was holding a ball strap. It was a leather strap with what seemed to be a small bowling ball attached to it. She was swinging the ball back and forth. “This takes some good practice to get at. I have to aim for the balls. Sometimes I miss and hit the cock, but as they say ‘Practice makes perfect.’”

She swung the ball back a few more times and then lunged forward as the heavy ball landed on my cock! I thought my cock was broken after that. I heard a crunch. I didn’t want to look down. “Damn it! I missed!” She said. This time she looked like she was aiming at my balls.

Then she lunged forward again and the ball landed right on my balls! I heard another crunch. Oh my god! I thought to myself, did she break my cock and balls?

“Bingo!” Mistress Clarice yelled out pleased with herself. “I knew I was getting better at this game.” She said swinging the ball still. Then she lunged forward and the ball landed smack onto my cock and balls! I heard them crunch and I swear my balls retreated back up into my stomach.

A few minutes had passed and she was swinging the ball still. She was giving me some time to gain my composure. What little I had left. She then lunged forward again and the ball landed on my balls again. CRUNCH!

The pain was out of this world! It was so intense and excruciating. I thought that I would never be able to have sex after today again. At this point, I wanted nothing to do with sex. My cock and balls had been tortured so badly that I couldn’t last much longer, let alone think about any pleasurable sexual activity at this point. There could have been a dozen sexy hot women walk through that door all wanting to fuck me and I would have cowered into a corner begging them to leave my cock and balls alone.

After a few minutes, she lunged forward once again. “No! Please, please no more! Please stop!” I yelled out. “I can’t take it anymore. Please!” I begged and pleaded. I said as the ball landed on my cock again.

“No!” She replied. “Take it!” She hit me again in the scrotum with the ball several more times.

“Oh god! Stop please!” I cried out as loud as I could, hearing the echo of my voice throughout the room.

“You, sir, are breaking the rules.” Mistress Clarice said. She then landed another good solid hit to my testicles.

My body went limp and I passed out once again.

When I awoke I was laying on the table tied down to it as I had been in the beginning. “It’s only been thirty minutes.” Mistress Clarice said. “Your wife paid for two hours. We still have a lot of time to play.” She said laughing wickedly. “Get out the chastity device now!” She ordered to her assistant.

The next thing I felt was a device being locked around my cock and balls. Chastity device? Like I was ever going to get hard with all the pain I was endearing.

Once the device was locked into place, my wife then got up onto the table and squatted over my face. I could smell her clean shaved wet pussy aroma. I loved that smell. She lowered herself on top of my face and ordered, “Lick my pussy!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I immediately began to lap at her sweet pussy. Then, when I didn’t think it could happen, my cock began to get hard! Through all the pain it had taken and all the torture it had endured, my cock was getting erect!

Then as my cock grew I felt sharp pointy spikes piercing my cock and balls, as they swelled! Now I knew why this was a chastity device and why they had put it on me! Finally I get a little pleasure and it is halted with more pain!

I tried to concentrate and make my cock go down, but I couldn’t! My wife’s pussy was turning me on so badly, I couldn’t control myself. Suddenly, I passed out again from the sharp pain to my cock and balls.

When I awoke, I was tied back up to the rack and Mistress Clarice was swinging the ball back and forth. Had I dreamt about licking my wife’s pussy? Had I been tied to this rack the whole time? Was I hallucinating about the chastity device? I wasn’t sure what to think, but as I was sorting my thoughts and trying to grasp reality, Mistress Clarice landed the ball once again into my cock and balls with a loud CRUNCH!

Once again, I passed out.

When I awoke, my wife, Mistress Clarice and her assistant were all singing Happy Birthday to me.

6. A New Kind of Pain

I had always been curious about BDSM and CBT, but I never was able to take the time to delve into it. My wife, on the other hand, was always looking for better ways to improve our sex life. Not that it needed improving, but we liked the kinky things and loved expanding our fetishes. It was something we had a lot of fun doing. My elbows and knees are still rug burned from the extensive time she made me spend on the floor. So, where shall I start?

I came home one evening to find that my wife, Nora, had converted our bedroom into a torture chamber. But, before I go into that, my wife Nora, a very beautiful and small woman with full perky breasts greeted me at the door wearing a leather outfit with matching leather boots. She had her long wavy auburn hair hanging down her back and over her breasts that were perched upon the leather corset she was wearing with her leather dress.

It was all I could do to contain myself from taking my wife right there in our living room at that moment. She looked so fucking hot, that my cock immediately became erect.

Nora flashed me a kinky grin and her ocean blue eyes sparkled as she had found the secret to the best sex in the world. She was captivating and a slice of heaven! She guided me into living room and said, “Come in here my darling. Relax a little.” She handed me a Vodka on the rocks, my favorite drink. As I sat drinking my beverage, she continued speaking, “Tonight I have a night planned out for us. One that you will never forget.” She had piqued my curiosity and I wanted to know more.

When I was done with my drink, she began to peel my clothes off of me. Within minutes, I was naked and she had me kneeling at her feet. “Kiss my boots.” She said in a dominating voice that turned me on so much that my cock was already erect. I complied and kissed her boots.

As I was kissing her boots, she placed a dog collar on me and attached a leash and said, “Stay on your hands and knees and follow me into our bedroom.” I was beginning to really like this side of my wife. She led me into the bedroom.

When we were inside our bedroom, which now looked like a torture chamber with so many devices she had on the dresser and the leather straps tied to each corner of the bed, she sat on the edge of our bed and ordered me to take off her boots. I did as she said.

With the collar and leash still on me, I removed her boots and she told me to kiss her feet and suck on her toes. I never knew Nora liked her toes and feet played with. This was a side I was just learning. We had been married fifteen years and I never knew my wife had a foot fetish!

I began to suck on each one of her toes and kissing her feet. She closed her eyes and let out little moans, which let me know that she was enjoying what I was doing to her feet.

“Mmmm… that feels so good.” She said to me in her low sultry voice that she only used when she was in a sexy mood. I didn’t stop, when I was sucking on her toes, I was massaging her foot at the same time. Her legs were spread apart as she sat on the bed and I could see up her dress. My wife was not wearing any panties. I began to smell her pussy aroma coming from between her legs. She was getting wet and that made me hard.

“Get up on your knees.” She ordered me.

I had been leaning over, so I went upright, as she had ordered. She then took her foot and began to rub my cock with it. It felt so good. She could tell I was enjoying it and she raised her other foot and was stroking my cock between both her feet. I closed my eyes, which was not a very good idea I soon learned.

The next thing I remembered I was going from pleasure to pain. Nora kicked me in my testicles with her foot, not only once, but several times. The pain was so intense that I passed out. When I awoke, I was tied up to the bed. My wrists and ankles were bound to the leather straps.

I have no idea how she had carried me up there, but she had and that was the least of my worries. “I’ve done some research on CBT and Ball busting.” She began.

“CBT? Ball busting?” I asked her in fear.

“Yes.” She continued. “I am going to torture your cock and balls. CBT is short for ‘Cock and Ball Torture’.” She explained. “This is supposed to bring you to new levels of orgasms. The first thing to do is gauge your pain limits.”

“Pain limits? Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked hesitantly.

“Relax. This will be fun.” She said smiling.

For who? I thought to myself.

Nora then grabbed a piece of rope off the dresser. It was a nylon rope about ¼ inch thick and about ten feet long. She began to bind my balls as she watched the reaction on my face. When I said, “Ow!” Out loud, she stopped tightening the nylon rope and took it off my balls.

She then folded the rope in half and made one loop around my balls and cock. Then she pulled it forward and tied a knot around my balls and then she wound it up my cock and tied it behind my back pinning my cock to my stomach and pulling my testicles forward.

“Now, doing this stops you from playing with them and stops them from becoming damaged while I play with them.” She informed me. “Now I will need to gauge your pain threshold once again for ball busting and CBT. I am going to take hold of your balls and crush them to find your breaking point.” Nora then took hold of my testicles and started to roll them around in her hand. Then, without warning, she began to crush my balls with her hand. I felt a sharp pain shoot up to my abdomen.

“Ahhh!” I yelled out.

She released her grip a little, but continued to roll my balls in her hand. Then she slowly began to crush my balls again in her hand once again.

“Ahhhhh!” I yelled out again. “That hurts!” I said to her.

Nora ignored me. She looked at me with a wicked grin on her face and stared straight at me and began to crush and twist my balls until I yelled out in agony for a third time. She didn’t stop though or release the pressure, she then pressed her thumb into my balls and continued to apply pressure to them. I thought I was going to pass out again.

I started to breathe heavy and then almost lost my breath from the pain and pressure. I continued to yell out in pain and it seemed to fuel her mission to cause me as much as possible. Then she released my balls and began to stroke my cock. The pain soon went away and I was enjoying having my cock stroked. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy the hand job. I then felt her lips wrap around my cock head and she began to suck on my cock.

My cock was still tied up with the nylon rope, but it wasn’t too tight and besides, the pleasure I was feeling soon made me forget about the pain I had experienced earlier. I started to relax as my cock became more and more erect. I soon felt as if I was going to cum soon.

Then, without warning, once again Nora wrapped her hand around my balls as she continued to suck my cock. I was feeling pleasure from having my cock sucked and the pain from Nora squeezing my nut sack. The pain began to overrun the pleasure and having an orgasm was going to be impossible.

Nora noticed that my erection was beginning to subside, so she released her grip from my balls a little. There was some discomfort, but not the pain that I was feeling before. She continued to suck my cock and it started to get hard once again.

The pleasure of having my cock sucked came back to me. I was on the verge of an orgasm when Nora twisted my balls once again and stopped sucking my cock. “I can’t have you cumming just yet.” She said with that wicked grin that she had before. I felt spiking pains permeate throughout my body.

She was now violently crushing my balls. There was again another huge increase in pressure on my balls from her squeezing and digging her thumb into my nut sack. I began to cough out loud.

“You have to remember to breathe.” Nora informed me. She still had a grip on my balls.

She then took her other hand and began to tighten the nylon rope around the base of my cock and the base of my balls. I felt like they were going to explode! The pain and pressure was once again building up and I thought I was going to pass out. But, I knew I couldn’t, for fear of what surprise Nora may lay upon me. The last time I passed out, I ended up here on this bed, tied up.

Nora got up and walked over to the dresser and picked up something and walked back over to the bed. I wasn’t sure what she had until she opened it up and inside there were metal spikes.

“Wha.. what.. What the hell is that?” I managed to get out.

“This little thing?” She said grinning that wicked grin again. “This little old thing goes around your cock, just like this.” She then attached it around my cock. “The good news is that if I decide to kick you in between the legs again, the metal will protect your cock.” She snapped it into the place. “The bad news is that you can’t get hard, because those little spikes will dig into your cock really good.”

I now had this metal chastity device on and there was no way I was going to receive any pleasure anytime soon. I came to that harsh reality. Nora, then took a tube of something and squeezed the contents of it into the palm of her hand. She put the cap back on the tube and took her hand and began to rub my balls with it.

At first, I felt a warming sensation and then as she massaged my balls more, they began to heat up. The heat became intense and soon my balls felt like a million red fire ants were stinging them! My balls literally felt like they were on fire!

When the burning became almost too much to bear, Nora then opened another tube and squeezed the contents into the palm of her hand and wrapped her hand around my balls and soon my balls felt a cooling sensation. I sighed a sigh of relief. The cooling gel felt so good. Almost as good as when she was sucking my cock. My cock!

I had closed my eyes and with Nora massaging my balls and the cooling lotion she was applying to them, I had almost forgotten that my cock was in a contraption with spikes ready to pierce my cock when it got hard. And soon, with her massaging and touch, my cock was starting to get hard again!

I quickly tried to make my cock go limp with thoughts that weren’t arousing. One of those thoughts was having my cock skewered. But, her massaging my balls aroused me even more and more. Soon I felt the spikes piercing my cock! I felt faint once again and I passed out.

Minutes later I awoke and the chastity device was off my cock. I was relieved. But, then I saw Nora pull out the tube of hot lotion once again and she began to stroke my cock with ti! Again, it felt like millions of red fire ants were stinging my cock!

After a few minutes of using the torture lotion, she pulled out the cooling gel and began to stroke my cock with it. My cock immediately became erect. It felt so good feeling her stroking my cock with the cooling gel. She had one hand on my cock and one on my balls and both were covered in the cooling gel. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy my wife’s touch.

That was what you call a false sense of security. Within ten minutes, she had the hot stinging lotion once again on both my cock and balls! It literally felt like someone had dumped a bucket of red fire ants all over my cock and balls. This time, she left the lotion on for at least fifteen minutes or more. I didn’t pass out that time, but I was close to it. It was intense.

I just closed my eyes and tried not to concentrate too much on the burn. When suddenly, I felt a bucket of ice being dumped onto my cock and balls! The extreme hotness to extreme coldness made my cock and balls burn even worse than before! This time, not only did I feel the burning sensation, I felt needles shoot up into my stomach!

“There. Now that you’ve gotten warmed up for tonight, let’s get started.” Nora said to me, again with that wicked smile of hers.