The next morning we both slept in. I was exhausted and poor Bill was a whipped dog. We had done things to him that had far, far exceeded my wildest dreams. When I awoke, he was still asleep. He had a contented smile on his face but I knew that once he was wide awake the realization of how sore and swollen he was would hit him like a sledgehammer in the nuts. I got up and silently padded to the kitchen to brew some strong coffee and start fixing breakfast. Last night had been so awesome and I knew he was going to feel the same. His orgasm with the elastrator band around his hard cock had been stupendous. I had my fingers on him below the band and the pulsing went on for at least 10 minutes. His nasty, sticky goo could find no escape and he just kept cumming and cumming. The noises from deep in his throat were music to my ears. I came right along with him. Plus, I know he loved the fisting despite his pathetic protests when I tried to get my elbow inside of him. He was so dilated that my hand just slipped inside his ass. No resistance at all. After fist fucking him for a few minutes I worked both of my hands in his butt. The entire fisting scenario was so erotic for me. I wanted to put my entire arm inside of him but couldn't seem to get past my elbow. I was going to get one of those 2 foot long, giant dildos and start shoving that up his ass every day until I could get my arm in past the elbow. Damn, all the things I wanted to do to him. The list tumbled thru my head. I would need to write down a reminder list and make sure it was followed.

Bill staggered into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand while the other was holding on to his swollen and bruised ballsac. Wow, it was huge and all black and blue. I was so high last night that I'd made him sleep with the big butt plug in his ass and the nipple suckers on his titties. I wanted him to keep one of the steel rods in his dick but they kept coming out. Plus he couldn't pee and his bladder was plenty full from Vicky and me. I told him to sit down and spread his legs. I wanted to check him out for damage. He was swollen to the point that his testicles were a bit larger than x-tra large chicken eggs and the ballsac was black, blue and purple. His cock was still swollen and covered with bruises and welts over its' entire length. I removed the vacuum devices from his nipples. They looked like a young girl's nipples, all swollen and at least an inch long. My pussy was tingling and dripping from looking and touching him. I had caused all of this. It just made my tummy feel good to see it.

We sat down to eat and I told him that I loved this, all of it. I had become addicted and could not do without it. I loved inflicting pain, especially to his testicles, but I liked all of it. I wanted to set some ground rules for him. He just nodded his head and smiled at me. First, I told him, he was to wear a chastity device on his cock and balls whenever he wasn't with me. Only I would have the key. Next, he was to wear a butt plug for a minimum of 8 hours a day and I would set the size. Night would be the best for that. Next was the nipple suckers for at least 2 hours a day and he had to get some thin t-shirts to wear. Lastly, he had to visit me at the Club on the nights I worked and he had to wear the thin shirts. I only worked 3 nights a week so that wasn't so bad. Also, we had to have a minimum of 2 sessions a week and there was to be no safe words and I could do whatever I wished to do. He agreed to all of it. Of course, I knew he would.

I usually worked Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights, so we decided that every Tuesday we would have a session and every Friday, also. Weekends would be optional. Bill was smiling and told me that he was good with whatever I wanted to do. I smiled inside.

Before leaving, I secured Bill's cock and balls in the chastity cage and put one of the numbered plastic locks in place. I laid out the butt plug I wanted him to keep in his ass for 8 hours a day and gave him some instructions in shaving his body. I wanted him shaved totally nude. It was going to be tough to do it all but he needed to try. My long term plans were to have him totally depilated by electrolysis in 6 months. The only hair he'd have would be on his head. A totally hairless man for me to torture. How wonderful. By now, I was dressed, packed and ready to go. I told him to lay down on the kitchen floor and spread his legs. I stood over his face and gave him his final taste of my golden nectar. When he had swallowed the last drop, I placed my classic pumps over his swollen and secured balls. I started applying pressure and kept it up until I had transferred all my weight on to his nuts. He was moaning softly and saying thank you every few minutes. I kissed his cheek, gave him a hug and headed for home. The arousal juices from my pussy were making my car seat slick.

The next 3 months were like a dream come true for me. Every day I got a little more sadistic and he got a little more masochistic. I brought Chastity and Vicky over a few more times but I could tell that I wanted to meet other women that were really into this warped lifestyle. I needed to meet some really sadistic women that would expand my horizons and his training. I started using the different kinky personals websites without much luck other than some really sicko Europeans. I finally had some mixed success on Craigslist. I placed ads all over the state and even in some bordering states. My favorite was a lady doctor from Memphis, Dr. Nancy Allen. She replied that she was a Urologist and if I ever had an 'accident' she could help me out. We emailed back and forth and found we shared some of the same kinky desires but hadn't yet gotten together.

In the meanwhile, Bill and I were seeing each other at least 3 times a week, not counting his times at the Club. Tuesday and Friday evenings were the serious sessions. Weekends were almost normal other than a little ball pain and, of course, pee drinking. He had to drink 100% of my pee, 100% of the time we were together. When he came to the club, the girls would play with his nipples, pinching and squeezing them until his eyes watered. By now they were permanently swollen to nearly an inch long and super sensitive. Some evenings, especially when we were slow, I would have him go back to the dressing room and lay on the floor and the girls could go back and use him as a toilet. One extremely slow night, 12 girls allowed him to enjoy their hot, golden piss. He said he peed 4 times on the way home. He also told me that he was falling in love with me and the things I did to him.

After much experimentation on my part, I had settled on what I enjoyed the most. Bill never raised any objections and I feel that he had a need for me to be in total control. That was perfect. He was a total slave to my pussy and my sweet ass. Sometimes I would sit on his face, facing his feet, and smother him with my pussy and ass while torturing his cock and balls, peeing in his mouth and making him lick me to hundreds of orgasms. I would put my ass over his mouth and tell him to tongue fuck my asshole until I came. If I was on my period, I would remove my tampon and make him lick and suck my bloody pussy. He was like having a slave that you could force to do anything. He was so compliant to my wishes that I could tell him to go get the paper naked and he would just do it. It was awesome.

His sphincter muscles and lower colon were so stretched out that I would routinely stick my arm in him clear past my elbow and could 'punch' his ass, alternating fists like a prizefighter on the heavy bag. I had even found some long plastic gloves at a veterinary supply store that went nearly to my shoulders. I could get both hands in past the wrists and fuck him that way. I loved the look on his face when my elbow got in him. His eyes would roll back in his head and he would moan deep in his throat. My pussy would just be throbbing and pulsing then.

His urethra was so dilated that I could fuck his cock with my index finger using just a little of his saliva as lube. In a very few minutes his precum would be flowing profusely and would easily keep his peehole slick. I had found a small, purse-size vibrator that was about 3/4 of an inch in diameter. That was going to be my next project for his peehole. It was 6 inches long and I was going to get all of it in him and then fuck his peehole raw.

His nipples stayed permanently erect, 1 inch long, puffy and very tender thanks to the daily use of the vacuum devices. I loved torturing them. I had a large collection of nipple clamps that I used on him and all of that pumping caused them to leak a yellowish fluid whenever I started tormenting them. It would run all over his slick, hairless chest. I had turned his titties into little teenage girl's puffy titties. Everyone wanted to pinch them. I even had a 60 year old lady that was showing us some travel brochures remark on them. She'd noticed how he deferred to me and figured it out. She asked if she could see and perhaps touch them and I told her to give them a good pinch. I told him to lift up his t- shirt so she could see them. She played with them for a few minutes and then asked if we could go back in the bathroom for a little privacy. When we got back there, I told Bill to get naked so the nice lady could see all of the things we had done to him. She loved it. No hair on him at all. She pinched his nipples, squeezed his balls, slapped them a few times. I told her about the peeing and asked if she’d like to have him drink her urine. She couldn’t get her panties off fast enough. He drank all of it while she pinched his puffy nipples. I told her she was welcome to come visit us anytime and I knew we’d be seeing her soon. We also booked a nice weekend trip from her.

He had been going to the laser hair removal clinic for a little over 2 months and had no hair at all on his body, except for his head. None, zero, nada and I loved it. My little totally hairless man. He had to go back once a month for a year and then it would be forever permanent. I loved modifying him to suit my tastes. I felt there would be more in the future.

His cock was of little interest to me other than an appendage that I could cause him great pain with by various means. I loved making it hard and then beating it with dowel rods. I would occasionally use very fine grit sandpaper on it to take off a tiny bit of skin, thereby exposing the nerves. It would rarely ever go soft. He loved the abuse that much.

My favorite playthings of all were his balls. Testicles, gonads, nuts, testes, balls, whatever name you like to call them, they are the ultimate pain receptors. So tender, so accessible and so much fun. I never tired of abusing them. I had punched them, kicked them, crushed them, stretched them and beat them with everything I could think of but my favorite was the needles. Every session would start out with the snap of an elastrator band around his balls and then, sometime during the session, I would insert needles into his testicles. Short ones to tap the ballsap with, medium ones to get to the center of his testes with and long ones to skewer his balls with. I never tired of it and I can't describe the sensations in my pussy as I did it. It was the ultimate for me. Some nights I did as many as 400. After about the first 50 he would just zone out as the endorphins took over his body. I had gotten to the point where I could put him in the gyno chair, pull a stool between his legs, start my needle therapy and cum multiple times as I was inserting those sharp hypodermic needles into his manhood. Sometimes, after all the needles were in his balls, I would wrap both hands around his pin cushioned nuts and squeeze and twist them as I came and came, the juices running freely from my pussy.

This brings me to our first meeting with Dr. Nancy Allen. We were having our Friday playtime and I had the band on his balls, a parachute harness over that and 30 pounds of weight pulling his nuts up through a pulley in the ceiling. I had been trying to stretch his ballsac for a few weeks with no success. They'd just pop back to normal the next day. This time I was going to put 100 long needles in his balls while they were being pulled. I did just that and, when I cut the band off I could see one side of his ballsac was much bigger than normal. He was really in pain and could barely walk. I decided we should take a break. Well, an hour later his right nut was huge, as big as a baseball. I got worried and called Nancy. She said I probably popped a small artery but she really needed to take a look. I told her we'd be there in a little over 2 hours. Bill put an ice pack on his nuts and we headed for Memphis. I didn't want to lose one of my toys, at least not this soon.

As directed, we met her at her home. She was waiting for us and had us follow her down the stairway to her basement level. She opened a locked door and led us into what looked like a fully functional operating room. She told Bill to disrobe and climb into her modern gyno chair. She put on a doctor's smock and scrubbed her hands. I was watching her like a hawk. She was all business. A cute lady of about 50 with short brown hair, a cute figure and a no nonsense air about her. I knew immediately that I liked her. She quickly examined him and concluded that it was a torn small artery. The ice pack had been a good idea and the bleeding had stopped. She did want to drain the blood out of the sack that encased the testicle so it didn't harden and then take months to slowly be absorbed by the body. I was certainly okay with that and watched as she expertly inserted a large catheter-type needle into the swollen sack. Bill moaned as he usually did. She smiled as he did. She said it would take at least an hour to drain properly and invited me upstairs for a drink. I told Bill to not move. She shut off the lights as we left the room.

She opened a bottle of white wine and poured each of us a glass before sitting down across the table. Through our emails she was aware of all the tortuous things I had been doing to Bill and had been very supportive of my efforts. She said she was very impressed with all I had done. He was very docile and she had, of course noticed the dilated urethra and all the bruising and swelling of his cock and balls. She loved his nipples and hair removal and couldn't wait to examine his asshole and colon. I told her how much I was obsessed with this but had reached the point of doing the same things over and over again. I didn't know what else to do. She said she had lots and lots of truly kinky ideas if I was willing to try some radical things on him. Tell me more I begged of her.

She asked if I would like to modify certain things about him. I told her that's what I'd been trying to do tonite. We both laughed and then she laid out a list of truly sadistic, radical things to do to Bill. I was totally enthralled. I had never heard of such things but most of them sounded delicious. First thing was he needed to have a full, non-reversible vasectomy and at the same time she could cut the suspension cords that kept his ballsac from hanging lower. While doing that she could inject his testicles with a saline/silicone solutuon that would make them larger. The effects could be made permanent over time with weekly follow-up injections. The biggest advantages were much larger balls to play with and heightened sensitivity in them. She said that about the size of Turkey eggs was the maximum you could do but that was awfully large. I knew I wanted them as big as possible. Right now, about all the needles it was possible to insert at one time was 100. After that you just ran out of space. She told me that 100 per testicle was very possible when they were enlarged. Another couple of great side effects were the larger, heavier testicles hung much lower especially after the suspensory cords to his testes were severed. With proper, daily stretching the bigger ballsac could be trained to hang about 8 inches, maybe more. This was all very exciting to me. I would throw away all his underwear and buy him some baggy shorts. I'd have them hemmed so his balls were barely covered. Between the shorts and the thin t-shirts I could really put him in some embarrassing spots.

Her next idea involved some things to do to his cock. A piercing that went in his peehole and exited about 1/2 inch below there with a 1/8 inch ring inserted would be first. The piercing would serve 2 purposes. It made a perfect place to attach a leash and would also require him to sit down to urinate or else be catheterized. Next would be some minor surgery inside his urethra to enable it to dilate more. He would lose some of his ability to stop his urine stream but tampons would solve that minor problem. The upside was, I should be able to, with minimal long term stretching, insert 10-12 inch, full size vibrators in his dick. Damn, that would be wild, fucking his peehole with big dildos while sticking 200 needles in his testicles. This lady was going to bring me a lot of orgasms.

We'd been chatting for about an hour and she wanted to go down and check on him. Plus, she wanted to give him a quick exam. I was fine with that but I really had to pee. She said that I could get on the table, straddle his face and relieve myself. She asked if she could use his mouth for a toilet also. You know what I said. I asked her to go first so I could see how she climbed up. She had a short skirt, no panties and a pair of short heels. She hiked up her skirt and straddled his open mouth. I was so proud of him, so well trained already. She had a well trimmed pussy with long, dangling inner labia. It was so cute. She peed a steady stream and Bill caught every drop. He even licked his lips when she finished and then licked her pussy clean. She allowed him to lick her for a few minutes and I could tell she was impressed. I clambered up on my 4 inch pumps and gave him a full bladder of my golden pee. He was smiling like a little kid.

His blood engorged testicle sack was back to nearly normal and she removed the catheter needle and put a small bandaid on the wound. Her exam was kinky as hell but very professional. She put on gloves and then roughly checked his cock and balls, remarking that I was doing a good job on them and was a long ways from causing any permanent damage. She put a tiny bit of lube on her index finger and slid it into his peehole. His cock immediately got hard and her finger went deep into it. She probed around, her fingered buried to the last knuckle. When she pulled it out, it was dripping with his precum. I could tell she liked that. She finger fucked his peehole for a few minutes and coated her other hand with his copious juice. Next, she put his feet in the stirrups, exposing his dilated asshole. She started pushing the precum lubed hand into him. A little resistance and then her hand slid in. She slowly fucked his ass, going deeper with every stroke. When she got to the elbow it was too tight to go further. I had her pull out a bit and then lubed her arm with lots of KY. Once her elbow got past his sphincter it was easy to bury her arm to mid-bicep. His cock was still hard and he was trying to fuck her arm. He was as sick as me. We were the perfect match. She allowed him to fuck her arm for quite awhile as she rechecked his balls and probed his dilated peehole some more.

After washing her hands and arm she focused her attention on his nipples and hairless body saying she hated hair on men and I had done a great job having it removed permanently. All men should have it done, starting in puberty. She was fascinated with his puffy nipples, pinching and pulling them as his eyes watered. His dick was still hard as a rock. She recommended piercing them with 14 gauge needles and putting in small, 1/2 inch diameter, stainless steel, permanent rings. They look good, allow for multiple tortures and don't interfere with making them bigger with the vacuum tubes. I totally liked the idea.

I asked her when could we get all of this done. She told me to give him a week's rest and we could do it all the next weekend. Plan on staying at her place. I asked if she minded if I brought some weed. She was fine with that but she had some better drugs and some really special pharmaceuticals for Bill. We were to plan on staying Friday and Saturday night, going home sometime Sunday. We both allowed Bill to drink our golden piss and lick us to orgasm before we left for home.

On the way back, driving on I-40 in light traffic, Bill told me that he couldn't wait 6 months. He wanted to commit to me now. His dreams had come true and he didn't need any more time. He wanted to make plans, have me quit at the Club, find some property in the country and build that special log cabin house I wanted with a full basement dungeon, equipped with everything I wanted. By the time it was finished, the girls would be gone and we would have both places all to ourselves. I was so happy that I pulled off on the shoulder and we kissed and groped like love sick teens. Bill said there was no play for a week so we'd look at some land to buy next week and also some log cabin plans. The next day we were going to get me a new car and start planning for our sick future. What a turn my life had made in 3 short months. I was going to be a very happy, kinky Mistress. The best part was I loved it. I loved it all. Mostly, I think I loved him and I really loved that he was my virtual slave and I owned him, body and mind.

The week went by in a blur. Bill bought me a new Jeep Wrangler with all the toys and buttons. It was bright red and I loved it. We'd made an offer on a 17 acre piece of wooded land about 20 miles from his place. It was beautiful and very secluded. I promised that I would tie him to a tree and whip his cock and balls bloody. I got a big hug for that. We looked at lots of plans and narrowed it down to 3 that we liked. They were all in the 2500 square foot range with a basement that would allow for at least a 1200 square foot dungeon. It would be heaven.

I couldn’t do much to him before we headed back to see Dr. Allen but I did make sure and keep his peehole stretched out and I fistfucked his ass every day. I made him wear the nipple suckers every day and even took him to the grocery store in a baggy shirt with them on him. He drank a lot of pee that week and spent hours with his tongue in my ass and pussy. His neighbor lady called one day and wondered if she could borrow his big coffee maker for a party she was having the next day. I made him answer the door without a shirt on, his puffy nipples very apparent. She didn’t say anything but she sure didn’t want to leave and gave me a big wink when she left. I winked back.