The Journey

Jenny has taken me to a new place.

How can I begin to describe the dizzying journey? I’ve known her only a week, but I am changed forever, both emotionally and physically. I am frightened, joyful and grateful, all at the same time.

Here is my new reality: I have transcended pain and fear by surrendering myself to Jenny’s will. She has pushed me to my limits and beyond, many times over. Just when I think I can go no further, she begins again. And I am introduced to an emotional and physical bond that I never dreamed could exist.

I am calmed by the warmth of her breast against my cheek, the feel of her hand against the back of my head, her nipple hard between my lips. I hear her heart beat, feel the gentle rising and falling of her chest as she sighs. She is holding me like a baby as I suckle, soothing me, taking me away from the pain that screams from my groin.

Every minute or so, Jenny tightens her grip on a wooden handle and twists it yet again. The effect is immediate. My ball rebels, cries out as the stalk feeding it is compressed by the nylon cord. Jenny gently repeats the process with the other handle, and my right ball is subjected to the same punishment.

This has been going on for nearly an hour now.

Jenny whispers in my ear as she feels my body shake. She reminds me that I have reached this threshold before, only to turn back. She coaxes me to go further this time, to ride the waves of pain. When I nod my head, she smiles and kisses the top of my head. I feel her clit swell against my finger as she savors this new surrender. The back of her hand wipes away the tears on my cheek.

I am unbound. No physical restraints hold me here. I know that I am free to break free and end my torment. But Jenny’s will is far stronger than any chains could ever be. So I remain in her bed, nursing on her breast as she tightens the cord once again.

The past week has been a haze of pleasure and pain, since the day I first visited Jenny at her home. I didn’t know much about her then: she is 36, slim, attractive, a nurse by profession. And she once castrated a young man.

Yet I yielded at once to her. Within minutes of our meeting, my clothes were in a neat pile, and I was on my knees, my tongue exploring her moist slit as her hand held my head in place.

My cock was rigid, but Jenny wasn’t about to reward me with an orgasm just yet. Instead, she pushed me onto her bed and began binding my genitals with a leather strap. When she was done, my testes were squeezed into separate pouches, bulging against a sack that was rapidly darkening in color. It was only then that her mouth engulfed the head of my cock, triggering my ejaculation.

This began the pattern she would follow in the days ahead: no pleasure without pain first. It was all carefully planned to break my resistance to being hurt. I couldn’t protest each new assault when I knew that delicious release would follow right behind.

During this week I haven’t left Jenny’s house. She has kept me naked at all times. I sleep on the floor next to her bed, to be awakened each morning when she desires to use my body again.

On the first day, she donned rubber gloves and snaked a catheter tube down my cock. It burned as it worked its way into my bladder. Jenny cinched it off after yellow liquid pushed up the tube. From that point on, I had to ask permission to release my piss. Sometimes she agreed immediately, but other times I first had to pleasure her. My bladder would be bursting as she lay on her back, writhing as my tongue probed her clit. Was she deliberately delaying her orgasm in order to prolong my agony?

Another trial came when she hooked up a bottle of distilled water that was sitting in the refrigerator to my catheter tube. Then she inserted an enema tube up my butt, and inflated a balloon inside me to keep any water from leaking. Then she began the flow from both sources. The combination of ice-cold water filling my bladder and hot water pumping into my rectum was exquisite agony and pleasure, causing my cock to harden intensely. She gave me an expert hand job as I moaned from the overload of sensations.

But her attentions during the week have been mostly focused on my balls. Besides keeping them bound and separated with the leather strap, she has sucked on them, squeezed them, and sometimes gently slapped them. Each time she observed my reaction, which inevitably was a combination of moans of pleasure and cries of protest.

Through this process, Jenny gradually increased my tolerance to pain. I was surprised just how much punishment I was able to take. She would coax me over each threshold by cradling me against her naked body, allowing me to suck her tits while she stroked my cock.

The ultimate binding of the testicles was a carefully planned procedure. She showed me the paper with the diagram and I read each step as it directed:

Coat testicles in moisturizing cream. Rub well in.

Now cause ejaculation. This will cause scrotum to drop

And become more flexible, and testicles more accessible. Now bandage scrotum above each testicle to separate each testicle

Now bind over bandage with thin cord tightly. Avoid binding on skin.

Now take strong cord with grip handles on each end

and gently loop over each binding with single knot ready

to tighten.

Now with handles, close knot and tighten with all your strength

Do to other teste and tighten also, keep adding tightness every thirty seconds or so, till testicles go cold. You have now cut off the blood supply Now tell him you have his manhood in your control.

It is safe to keep him bound for 5 to 15 minutes maximum

On release rub in moisturising cream.

Of course you could cure his sex drive by leaving the binding on

all night, but we girls are not like that.

I was scared but thrilled that Jenny was going to do this to me. The last sentence frightened me, since I knew she had used this method to castrate a young man. Still, my cock throbbed at the idea that she might destroy my testes.

To my surprise she didn’t attempt to restrain me as she began the ultimate binding. She lay naked against me as she fastened the nylon around my testes, which caused mild discomfort. She took my hand and pressed it against her vulva, whispering that I should touch her there. I felt her wetness as she looped the cord around my balls and began tightening the knot.

The stabbing pain in my sack caused me to cry out. Jenny stopped twisting the handle and allowed me to catch my breath. When the pain began to ease somewhat, she resumed tightening, again sending a wave of pain through my scrotum. She held my hand in place, pushing my finger against her clit, which was harder than I’d ever felt it.

My cock remained hard, and Jenny would occasionally stroke it, mixing pleasure with the pain of the tightening cord. I began sobbing, and she comforted me, offering her nipple, which I gladly accepted. I sucked hard each time the twist of the handle sent a new jolt of pain into me.

Jenny was breathing hard, and I knew her orgasm was close. She sharply twisted one of the handles and I screamed from agony, causing her to shout with pleasure. I felt her cunt contract against my finger, buried deeply in her slickness.

Minutes later we were both on our backs, panting. Jenny unwound the binding, kissing me and telling me how wonderful I had been. The throbbing in my balls made me wonder if they had been damaged by today’s activities. She sucked my stiffening cock while gently holding my aching sack. I came almost immediately.

That was yesterday. Today she began binding me again, promising me that we would go further, that I would learn to transcend my pain and enter a new level of consciousness.

How much time has passed now? I suckle her desperately, moving my finger in and out of her cunt to the same rhythm as she strokes my cock. I can see my captive sack, swollen and dark, straining against the ever-tightening cords.

Jenny stops every few minutes and cradles my sack in her hand, checking their temperature. I see a smile flicker over her face. Then a new wave of pain engulfs me as she twists a handle once again.

I feel as if I’m in a drug-induced dream. The swirl of sensations makes me dizzy. She cradles me, kisses me, whispers in my ear. My lips squeeze her nipple tightly, my finger explores her wet cunt. And always, the dull throb in my sack, the constant, steady twisting of the knot. My tears trickle down my cheek as I sob quietly.

I can tell from the shadows in the room that the sun has set. When did we begin? It must have been hours ago. I can remember nothing except Jenny’s embrace. Nothing else matters. There is no other reality except this.

I know that my balls are dying. It is every man’s greatest fear, but somehow I’m not afraid. Jenny has taken away my fears. As I feel her warm body against mine, I know everything is all right.

I awaken from my sleep. The room is now dark. Jenny still cradles me, though her nipple has slipped from my lips. I still feel the nylon cords wrapped tight around my sack, but the pain has ended. I drift off to sleep again, floating on an ocean of contentment. I sob again, but this time from joy.