Chapter Three

As soon as I got home Sunday night I jumped on the computer to check out the websites Bill had given me to order sexy stuff to wear. They were all great sites and I started writing down what I wanted from each of them. I placed my first order with Classic Pumps, a phenomenal shoe site, featuring numerous styles of classic pumps in Italian and Spanish leather. I ordered 10 pairs, all with 4 inch stiletto heels, in a variety of styles and colors but most of them I ordered in black patent or black kid leather. They were so sexy. I couldn’t wait for them to arrive so I could try them on. Next, I went to the Wicked Temptations site and ordered a bunch of sexy outfits, some lingerie and a couple of kinky nurse’s outfits in shiny vinyl, one pink and one black. Third on the list was a site that specialized in legwear, nylons, thigh highs, body stockings, crotchless pantyhose and garter belts. I ordered over 50 items from them, mostly thigh highs and crotchless pantyhose in assorted patterns and colors. Last was a site called The Dominatrix Store. They had the most delicious selection of leather, vinyl and PVC outfits, all designed to display and reveal my assets. All of their designs were done with an imperious look to them. The woman in charge look was their obvious theme. I loved all of them and wanted to order the whole catalog but limited myself to only 9 outfits, mostly in black leather. I was sure I could add to the collection later. All the sites were expecting my orders and all of them promised one-day shipping. I was excited for it to arrive.

Monday night I went to the Club to work, as usual. It was pretty slow and by 9pm I’d only had 3 dances and a few tips while I was on stage. I loved dancing and stripping a lot. I could make a decent living doing it and it sure wasn’t hard work. Plus, I really enjoyed the feeling of power I’d get from watching the men’s eyes and their bulging crotches when I showed my charms, especially my captivating pussy to them, and they lusted after me but knew they couldn’t have me. I was hoping the evening would pick up and I was getting a little despondent because I really did need to make a little money today. A few minutes later my day brightened when Bill walked in the Club. I sure wasn’t expecting to see him here today. He smiled and waved at me as he made his way to the bar to see Joe, the owner. He sat on a stool next to Joe and ordered a beer and the two of them started talking. I waited 15-20 minutes before wandering over to see him. I could tell he was delighted to see me. His eyes lit up when I brushed my breasts against his arm. About that time Joe received a call on his cell and went to his office so he could talk. As soon as he left, I slid my hand down Bill’s pants, inside his underwear, and cupped his still swollen balls in my hand. I could hear a slight moan from him. I started to squeeze them and kept increasing the pressure until his eyes started to water from the pain. Damn, I loved this control over a man. I whispered in his ear that I was going to take his beer glass back to the bathroom, empty it and fill it with my golden pee for him. When I brought it back he was to drink it slowly, relishing every drop of my nectar, drinking it like it was his favorite ale. He was smiling and nodding his head as I took his glass and walked away. I really had to pee and filled his glass nearly to the brim. I carried it back and placed it in front of him. He took a drink and swished the warm pee around in his mouth before he swallowed it, grinning from ear to ear. About that time Joe came back and, before I left, I whispered in his ear that I had bought scads of things from the websites and I would have all of them on Wednesday. He winked, put some folded bills in my scanty top and whispered back to me that I was his dream come true. He stayed a while longer, finished drinking my warm pee, winked at me and left.

A while later, back in the dressing room, I pulled his tip from my top. Oh, my God…….$500. I was really starting to like this guy. His tip inspired me the rest of the night and I made another $600 for a total of $1100 for the shift. I really needed the money for school clothes, books, groceries, etc.. I drove home with a big smile on my face. Such a great guy and I could do anything I wanted to him. My hands were itching to get ahold of his balls again and do some damage to them. I know he loved it and so did I.

The next morning, while waiting for my purchases to arrive, I started plotting about what to do with Bill. First, I wanted to find his pain tolerance levels, especially for his testicles and cock, so I could slowly escalate them as they were the two things, make that three, that I wanted to torture and hurt the most. His ass and nipples were secondary to me but I did enjoy hurting them also and would make sure they got plenty of attention. Next, I wanted access to the websites that offered all the implements for BDSM and cock and ball torture. There were a number of things I wanted to get. Also, I wanted access to some medical supply sites for some of their devious items. Finally, I felt I needed to start recruiting some of my ladyfriends to help me in training and torturing him. I could already see that there would be times when I needed a helping hand. Besides, bringing in different women would add greatly to the humiliation factor.

The Fed Ex truck finally arrived. I had stuff spread all over my bedroom. It was all beautiful and everything fit perfect. I loved my new shoes with their sharp, spike heels. He’d be feeling them in his ballsac the next day. All of it was just beautiful. I’d noticed he didn’t have any hangars in the closet so I ran down to the Dollar store and picked a bunch up. I couldn’t wait to hang everything up just so I could admire it. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Chapter Four

I called Bill on the way to his house and told him I wanted him to get naked right now and go to the dungeon. Leave the door unlocked for me to get in. He was to put 6 of the rubber donuts on his ballsac, put cuffs on his ankles and wrists, lay down on the floor with his legs spread and wait for my arrival which would be sometime within the next 30 minutes. Without waiting for his answer, I hung up, smiled to myself and started rubbing my already wet pussy again.

I opened the unlocked door and let myself in. There was a glass of champagne for me on the counter and the access codes to the bdsm and medical websites I’d asked for yesterday on the phone. I stuck them in my purse and headed up to the dungeon. I had on a pair of short shorts with no panties, a t-shirt with no bra and pair of my new classic pumps. I had done my long red hair up in two pigtails, put on my makeup and shaved my pussy and legs smooth. I checked myself out in the big mirror and I looked really good.

As instructed, Bill was laying on the floor naked, spread-eagled with his wrist and ankle cuffs on and the rubber donuts tight around his balls. He looked kinda helpless. I told him to scoot over closer to the massage table and, of course, he immediately did as asked. I put my feet between his legs and steadied myself on the massage table. My first kick was directly into his ballsac and it was hard. Not full strength but pretty hard. His response was to spread his legs further apart. I liked his attitude. I kicked him again, a little harder this time. He barely flinched. I started a rhythmic kicking of his nuts and he was flinching badly and moans could be heard coming from deep in his throat. I kept up the kicking for 10 minutes or so before my legs got tired. Damn, sometimes this was a lot of work. Bill was sweating profusely by now and I could see some swelling in his balls. With every kick he was thanking me. Very good, I thought. I told him he was to get up and go over to the potty. I’d been saving my pee for a couple of hours and he looked like he needed a drink. He hurried to the potty chair and made himself ready to accept my warm golden pee. I really did have to go and I found it so exciting to watch him catch it all, or at least most of it, in his open mouth and eagerly swallow it. I think he was disappointed when I was done. He thanked me again and asked if he could lick me clean. I told him that from now on he did not have to ask my permission to lick me clean but when I brought my friends over he was to ask them. He nodded his assent. Next, I told him to get up and go out to my car and bring in the two suitcases in the back seat. I had brought all of my new outfits and shoes over and I wanted to put them in the closet. He grinned at me and asked if this meant I was signing up for his deal. I told him that I was real close to it but it would take me a couple of weeks to really know. He nodded his head and headed downstairs. I hoped the neighbors didn’t notice his naked ass with cuffs on his wrists and ankles pulling suitcases out of my car…….Oh well, it’s late fall and it gets dark early and he doesn’t have many close neighbors. Wow, he was back in a flash with both suitcases and carried them right into the closet. We immediately started unpacking and putting things up. He lavished praise on my taste and he loved everything I had purchased with his money. I asked him to pick one out and a pair of shoes to match. He picked the one I knew he would. It was a black leather dress that zipped up the front and had openings for my breasts to stick through. Along with it was a pair of sheer black thigh highs with a lace top and a pair of black kid classic pumps with 4 inch stiletto heels. I put it on for him and and he whistled and applauded. I felt pretty special right then.

I told him it was time to go back in the dungeon and I wanted him to get in the cock and ball chair. He positioned himself in the chair with his cock and balls, with the rubber donuts still on them, sticking thru the opening. There was a piece of wood that slid down to imprison his cock and balls in the opening. I pushed it down hard and then tightened the wingnuts to hold it in place. Next, I attached his wrists and ankles to eyebolts that were already in the chair. He could look over the top of the chair and watch what I was doing to him. I liked that and decided to not blindfold him. Once he was secured there was no getting out of it. The big advantage for me was that his cock and balls would be totally immobile. I pulled a chair in front of him and spread my legs so he could admire my pussy and breasts. I even pulled it apart so he could see how moist it was. I told him that I was going to try and find out what his pain tolerance was so I could work on expanding it. He just nodded and smiled.

I had decided the day before that I wanted to punch his balls with my fists so that’s what I started with first. The first few punches were a little harder than love taps but not much. Once I got the range I started to punch harder and more accurately. I could pick out either ball and hit it right where I wanted to. At first, he was watching me hit them but it wasn’t long before his head was thrown back and he was really moaning and crying out. I stopped a couple of times and took a good look at him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was obviously in real pain. I really liked that a lot. I must have punched his balls for 20 minutes, maybe more. They were all swollen and black and blue. They looked great to me. His cock had went from hard as a rock to mostly limp. That wasn’t good because a hard cock is a lot more fun to torture. I got one of the dowel rods and started beating it until it got hard. It did then and it continues to amaze me that beating his cock would make it hard. I liked it but I didn’t understand it. Next, I had decided that after his balls and cock were all black, blue and swollen that I would crush them with the soles of my classic pumps and that’s exactly what I started to do. I just leaned back in my chair and put one foot at a time against his swollen testicles and started pushing. He started watching again and I thought that was a good sign. I could feel them flattening out under my shoe and it felt so good to me. My pussy was dripping wet. He was going to have to work his tongue magic before long. I finally tired of the crushing and figured I needed to find a better way to crush them. It was time to go back to the ball punching. That seemed to cause him the most pain. Plus, I really liked the feeling of my fists connecting with his swollen testes. It felt powerful and erotic. For some reason I wasn’t concerned about hurting him and I have never had that feeling during our entire time together. After no more than 5 minutes of punching he cried out that he couldn’t take any more of that, it was hurting too bad. Well, I thought, I finally found at least one level of his pain tolerance. I gave him a couple more punches and told him that I was going to release him but I wasn’t done with him by any means. He just thanked me for about the 500th time.

As soon as his cock and balls were released from their imprisonment, I undid his wrists and ankles and told him to go right to the potty. My bladder was full again and he was going to be my permanent toilet and my toilet paper. He thanked me again and got right under the potty. I can attest to every woman that reads this that having a man drink your pee and thank you for it as he licks the drops from your pussy is about the best power trip in the world. Nothing to this day gives me a better feeling. He opened his mouth and I tried to pee into it but I had one of those spraying pees and it went everywhere, eyes, nose, ears, hair, you name it. He got quite a bit to swallow but not nearly all of it. He never complained, just thanked me for my golden nectar and licked me clean.

By now, I was so horny that I had to have some relief. I told him that I was going to sit in the gyno chair with my legs in the stirrups and he was to pull a chair up between my legs and lick my pussy until I told him to stop. He, of course, did exactly as told. He truly was, and still is, a gifted pussy eater. I had orgasm after orgasm under his talented tongue. I told him once to lick my ass and he never hesitated, immediately probing my rosebud with his hot tongue. That felt so good. It’s good to have a man sticking his soft, hot tongue into your asshole. I lost track of time. Hell, I even lost track of my orgasms. They came one after the other. I have had plenty of orgasms in my life, but none as intense as these and never this many. It was turning into sex heaven with Bill. After my millionth orgasm, I told Bill that I had to take a break. My pussy was tingling and I could barely stand to put my legs together. I said let’s go downstairs, have a drink and relax for a little while.

On the way downstairs I asked him if he ever used marijuana. He said it had been a long time but he always liked it. I had a couple of joints in my purse and asked if he would join me. He said that he’d love to, so we sat on the couch, looked out at the lights on the lake, smoked a joint and split a bottle of Merlot. I was starting to feel good again and asked Bill if he was ready to continue the session. He said that he would always do whatever I wanted to do and he was, of course, ready for the session to continue. He followed me up the stairs to the dungeon, praising my ass and pussy with every step. I enjoyed the compliments. Hell, I was enjoying everything.

Next on my agenda was going to be some ass, nipple and cock work. By now I could really see how, at least occasionally, having an assistant would be a good thing and I knew a few of my girlfriends would love helping me do this. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t enjoy torturing a man’s most private parts? None that I knew. I told him that I was going to insert some of those stainless steel rods, he called them sounds, into his peehole and I was going to put some big dildos in his ass and I was also going to work on his nipples with some of the different clamps he had. My goal for him was to enlarge his peehole enough that I could stick my little finger all the way inside of it and I wanted to enlarge his asshole until it would accept my entire hand, clear to the elbow. I had seen both of these things on some of the FemDom websites and really wanted to do it. Maybe I could get his asshole big enough to put both hands inside. I would like that. A lot. I asked if he needed or wanted to be tied down for all of this. He thought it would probably be a good idea, at least until he got more comfortable with the pain. I agreed and secured him tightly into the gyno chair. I went to the shelves and picked out all the things I would need. He had bought a small cart with three shelves that rolled around. It was perfect for getting everything you needed in one place. I wouldn’t have to go looking for anything. How thoughtful of him.

He had a nice selection of butt plugs and I started with one a bit bigger than the one I had used on him the first time we were together. He had lots of lubes and I picked one call ‘boy butter’. How appropriate. I lubed up the butt plug and slowly inserted it in his asshole. He flinched a little but it slid in without much problem. Next, I put a couple of clothespin type clamps on his nipples. He thanked me and said they almost felt good. I hadn’t picked out a bigger butt plug or nastier nipple clamps because I really planned on working on his peehole and didn’t want him totally distracted by the butt plugs and clamps. That would come later. A lot of things would come later.

I opened up the case with the stainless steel rods in it. They varied in size from smaller than a pencil to as big as my thumb. I figured I would try one about the size of a pencil. He had plenty of individual KY lube packages and they worked perfect. Just open them up and slide the steel rod in it and then slowly shove it into his peehole. The first one went in fairly easily. Bill was moaning a little as it went in but, by now, I had figured out that he moaned and whined about nearly everything I did to him. I thought I might rename him Whiny Bill. Anyway, I fucked his peehole for a few minutes until I could get all but an inch or so of the rod inside of him. I switched out to the next size and lubed it up real good. It went in but I had to force it a little and he was moaning quite a bit. Good, I thought, that’s what I want to hear. I fucked his peehole really good with this one and finally got all of it in except for just enough to hold onto with my fingers. It was time to go up another size. It was nearly the size of a plastic ball point pen and I lubed it up generously. His dick was standing straight up when I tried to insert it but I just couldn’t get it started. His moaning was really getting loud with this one. I finally held his straining cock with my left hand and forced the steel rod into his peehole. I could only get about a third of it in him at first. I slowly fucked that third in and out of his peehole. It really looked weird to see a big steel rod stuck in his dick. I loved it and I loved all the moaning he was doing. My right hand had gotten a little tired from trying to shove this thing in his dick so I thought I’d relax it for a few minutes. I just held his cock with my left hand while I did a little ball squeezing with my right hand, sort of like squeezing a tennis ball. Well, the strangest thing started to happen. These steel rods are solid and pretty heavy and, while I was squeezing his nuts, it just started sliding down all on it’s own. It was very slow but it just kept going down. I found that I could squeeze his balls and move his cock around and it would slide a little more. It probably took at least 10 minutes but it finally just disappeared into his open peehole and then closed shut behind it. This thing had to be 9 to 10 inches long and it was all inside of his peehole. I should have been worrying about how I was going to get it out but I was entranced by what I had seen. I loved it. Bill had stopped whining and was now just moaning real low, like you do when you’re really enjoying something. I could feel the rod inside of his cock. It had stopped with the end of it about one half inch below the opening of his peehole. I asked him how it felt and he said it just felt weird, not really painful now but almost a good feeling. I told him that I didn’t want it coming out and I was going to make him cum with it in him later. He nodded and thanked me. Just to make sure it didn’t come out I put one of the big nipple clamps on the head of his dick so there was no way for it to come out. Now it was time for some additional and new torments to Bill.

First things first. It was time to put in a larger butt plug. I pulled out the one that was inside of him and picked out the next size larger. It looked pretty big to me. I lubed it up and started sliding it into his ass. Damn, it went in pretty easy, too easy I thought. I pulled it out and went to the next size up which was about 2 ½ inches in diameter, lubed it up and started shoving it up his asshole. He started moaning and crying out so loud that I stopped and pulled it out. I got up, went over to one of the shelves and found a gag with a big ball in it. I told him to open up and shoved it into his mouth and fastened it tightly in the back. That seemed to work. All he could do was moan loud. I started the big butt plug back in his asshole. He squirmed and moaned and I really had to shove hard but it finally plopped into place. I didn’t have to worry about it going anywhere. I leaned over and whispered in his ear that I wanted him to wear that butt plug for at least 2 hours every day until the next time we got together and then we’d put the next size in his ass. He nodded and tried to thank me but the gag was doing its job. I might be using the gags a lot more often. Next, I had picked out some viscous looking nipple clamps. They had screws on them so you could tighten them as tight as you wanted. I put them on him and started to turn the screws. I kept tightening them until the little part of his nipple that was sticking out turned totally white and he was moaning in earnest. That was probably just right. I stepped back and admired my handiwork. His balls were a nice shade of purple, he had a big steel rod inside of his dick, a huge butt plug shoved up his ass and nasty clamps tormenting his nipples. I told him how good he looked to me but I didn’t have a camera to record it. He tried to talk but the gag just made it sound like mumbling. I loosened it up and let him talk. He told me that he had one of those digital cameras in his dresser and it was really easy to use. I ran down and got it, along with a couple of joints from my purse. We smoked one of the joints as I took our first pictures. It started a fun tradition. We have documented most of the things I’ve done to him for the whole 7 years and he has taken 100’s of photos of me in all my shoes and outfits and we’ve even got some of the other ladies that have tortured Bill. It’s my favorite photo album.

Now, for my final torture of the day, I was going to stick needles directly into his testicles. He had a large selection of hypodermic needles, varying in length from one half inch to two inches and diameter from 27 gauge to 18 gauge. I picked out a dozen of the short needles in 25 gauge for my first attempt. I opened an alcohol pad and wiped his swollen ballsac with it. I positioned the first needle over his big testicle, trying to avoid any visible veins and slowly inserted it into the middle of his ball. His moans were music to my ears. I just loved this. The feel of the needle sliding into his testicle just brought goose bumps to my entire body. I slid another one into his big ball. Next, one into the small ball. More moans. My pussy was dripping juices down my thighs. When the entire dozen were in his balls I still wanted more. I picked out another dozen and this time I picked out the 27 gauge that were 1 and ¼ inches long. They looked like they would penetrate past the middle of his testicle. I slid the first one into his small ball, relishing his moans and what little thrashing he could do. I went very slow and it felt so good. The next one went into his big ball and I could tell that it was into the very middle of his sperm factory. I secretly wished that it would destroy his ability to make babies. If you’ve never done it, it’s hard to describe the feeling of sliding needles into a man’s testicles. It is a feeling of absolute power and, in my case, it’s indescribably delicious. When I finished he had 24 needles sticking out of his balls. I grabbed the camera and took about 20 pictures of it. It was so wonderful for me. His head was back and his eyes were closed but his cock was still hard as a brick.

I thought it was about time for him to cum. It was getting late and I was getting tired. I got an Accu-Vibe vibrator out of the cart. They’re a fully rechargeable vibrator from a famous catalog company and they are the best vibrator ever made. I took the clamp off of his cockhead and put the vibrator in its place. I was going to make him cum with the needles in his balls, the rod in his dick, the clamps biting his nipples and the big butt plug rammed up his ass. In just minutes he was bucking like a wild bull. I held the vibrator in place and used my other hand to squeeze the needles that were in his balls. I could hear him squealing behind the gag, very muffled but he was yelling that he was cumming. Wow, nothing came out. A little bit seeped out of his peehole and the steel rod started coming out about an inch. I shoved it back down til it was flush with the top of his cockhead and kept the vibrator against his dick. After about 2 minutes, he just slumped back in the gyno chair and nearly passed out. He was as limp as a wet noodle and his eyes were smiling at me. I knew it was a good one and now I had found out that a man can cum without all that nasty goo getting all over everything. I would never let him spurt that stuff out again. I would always make sure that it was clamped down right at the base or else he had one of those steel rods in his dick.

Damn, it was time to take all these things out and off of him and get him out of the gyno chair. He had one of those medical needle containers and I pulled the needles out of his swollen balls and put them in there. How handy. I had to use both hands to get the butt plug out of him and, when I did, his asshole stayed open for a couple of minutes. How cool was that. I knew I would have no problem getting my arm in there in the next few weeks. When I pulled the clamps off his nipples he howled and said that hurt worse than having them on. We both laughed at that. He pulled the rubber donuts off of his swollen, and now bleeding a little bit, ballsac. The steel rod just slid out of his dick and the peehole was all dilated. It looked really erotic. All the time he was thanking me, telling me I was perfect and saying that was the best orgasm he had ever had. I told him virtually the same things. At this point I was almost willing to pay him just for allowing me to indulge all of my hidden fantasies. I did tell him that it was time for more of my golden nectar for him and then a quick licking for one more orgasm for me. He jumped into place and I, once again, enjoyed watching him drink my warm pee and then placed my dripping pussy on his face and, in no more than 5 minutes, had another shattering orgasm. Damn, this was too good to be true. I sure hoped it wasn’t just a dream. I actually knew it wasn’t.

We cleaned up a bit, went downstairs and had a late supper. We were both exhausted and decided that we could talk in the morning but right now it was time to get some much needed sleep. He had a big bedroom with a king-sized bed and all sorts of pillows. Just what I needed. We hugged for a few minutes and then fell into a sound sleep. I dreamt all night about the things I’d done to him. They were great dreams. I was glad I had taken all those pictures so I could relive it all again tomorrow. He’d said he had a printer that could print pictures and he’d make me copies in the morning.

To be continued……………..