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She Squeezed

She squeezed my balls, a bit too hard. I moaned.

We were together for our weekly session. Kate had been my sub for several months before expressing a desire to learn to switch. Over several weeks, I had been teaching her about what connected with me—what I liked and what I feared—and what I needed. They are often the same things. The lessons were going well. Kate was bright, motivated, and enjoyed the power and control she had over me. Her favorite thing was cock and ball torture. Her second favorite thing was nipple torture—my kind of Domme.

She told me she was surprised at how much she was enjoying dominating me, giving me extreme cbt, and making me scream and beg for mercy. For my part, Kate was a dream come true. With each conversation, each email, each session, our roles reversed more and more. What made her so good at D/s was her background as a sub. When our relationship began, we talked for hours about what she was experiencing as a sub, what she was feeling, what excited her, what she needed. I encouraged her to ask questions, to read about bdsm, and to write about her thoughts and discoveries.

She was a good sub, taking to submission like she was born to it. And maybe she was born to it. We discussed that, too—I poured out my years of thoughts and knowledge about my history, and how I had come to the conclusion there was no answer. My psychologist told me regardless of my proclivities, I should always do my best in life. Actually, I was looking for something more specific from her. Then I realized she didn’t have an answer either. What I did know was I needed and hungered to be topped ever so often, and in the process I discovered I was a real pain slut. We also discovered she possessed a serious sadistic streak.

So there I was on Kate’s bed, naked, spread-eagled and totally vulnerable. She had told me she had all sorts of visions of evil things she could do to my body, especially those parts of me that are the most sensitive. Kate sat between my legs and had slipped her legs over mine. She was close and personal, and both hands grasped me where I had the most fear. “I hope your cock and balls aren’t ready for this.” She squeezed my balls, a bit too hard. I moaned. She squeezed me again. The pain was sharp and caused me to scream.

Kate looked at me and smiled. “I’m really going to enjoy this. If it gets to be too much, all you have to do is safe out. Maybe I’ll stop, maybe I won’t.” She squeezed both nuts again.

I whimpered. “Oh, that hurt.”

“That’s the idea, isn’t it? Isn’t it what you wanted?”

“Yes, but it really hurts.” I was surprised to discover my cock had not lost a bit of its stiffness.

“You ain’t seen nothin yet, as the saying goes, pet.”

Kate squeezed my balls again and then rolled both between her fingers. The pain was sharp and hit me like a hammer. I screamed loudly and struggled against my bonds. Kate stopped squeezing and watched with a smile on her face as I tried to catch my breath.

She didn’t give me much of a chance as I was brought back to earth with an even more powerful squeeze. I screamed and my whole body shook and tightened as I felt the pain shoot through my groin and into my stomach. Kate chuckled at my weak attempts to get loose from my bondage. “No chance of that, little man. You taught me too well. But you are making too much noise.” She placed the ball gag in front of my lips. I shook my head, and she squeezed my balls until I opened my mouth to whimper. She secured the ball gag, picked up a pair of clover clamps she had placed on the bed earlier and clipped them to my nipples. I moaned through my nose, as the ball gag prevented any other response.

“Since you can’t talk any more, I think we’ll dispense with the safeword for a while.” I shook my head, “no,” but her reply called me on it and sent a jolt of fear through my body. “We’ve talked about this, and you know it’s what you wanted. You’re not going to be forced into anything you don’t already crave. You have dreams of being dominated and hurt by a powerful woman. Just the thought of it makes you almost helpless with need. And I have dreams of hurting you. And that makes me dripping wet.” She dipped her fingers into her sex and rubbed the evidence of her arousal all over my nose and mouth.

Her fingers toyed with my balls, gripping them firmly. I glanced down and started breathing heavily in anticipation of the pain that she was going to give me. She didn’t make me wait. The pain was sharp and caused me to try to thrash about as I screamed into my gag. Kate’s fingers left me, and she again stroked her sex. “This makes me so hot. Who would have believed this would happen when we started. Well, that’s enough of that.” I breathed a sigh of relief until I saw what she was doing next.

Kate had a length of rough hemp rope and was using it to wrap tightly around my balls. It dug into the skin of my scrotum and hurt like hell. I whimpered. Kate wove a metal ring into the hemp, tied it to another rope that hung from her ceiling, pulling the rope taut until my balls were grotesquely stretched to their limit. I could even feel the pull up into the muscles of my abdomen. My cock, however, continued to bob in the air.

Resuming her position between my legs, she began tapping my balls with a small plastic ruler. The taps themselves were not hard to take at first, but after the first few, the effect was that of hitting my balls with a baseball bat. I threw my head from side to side and screamed into my gag. Kate went on and on with it until I wished I could die. Then she struck my balls some more. Taking a break from that, she used the ruler to strike my nipple clamps. The pain was terrible, and would have caused me to double up, if I could have done it.

She left me sobbing, and gave me break, while she gathered some more things. When she came to the side of the bed, she leaned over and looked directly into my teary eyes. “You once told me you needed a strong woman to break you—to be so sadistic with you, that you were taken beyond anything you could handle. Well, like it or not, we’re going there today. Cock and ball torture is only one way to break you. I’m going to see how many ways I can do that today.” She jerked on the chain that held my nipple clamps, and I screamed in pain and terror. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Copyright 2011, Robert Caveat, Cincinnati, OH, pnslt@yahoo.com