“Sign here, please, Doctor”, she said.

It was then that I remembered that I had addressed the label using my MD credentials (psychiatrist, actually) to avoid any unnecessary questions from the Carolina Castration Company. CCC.com was the web site I had placed my order at. They guaranteed fast, discrete shipping and assured the buyer the credit card statement and return address would read only, “CCC.” Well, they hadn’t lied. They just failed to mention the lettering on the side of the shipping box.

“Oh, sure,” as I scribbled my quick doctor’s signature that no one can read. I stood there lamely. I was holding the signature tablet and she was still holding the box. Eventually, she glanced around me and into the house.

“I am teaching a psychology class at the local university,” I finally said in my defense, not that she asked. I continued to explain all about the chapter on sexual deviancy and how I was gathering a bunch of fetish-type paraphilias for the class to view during a lab. “That’s why I placed this order.”

“I am sorry to disturb you or delay you, Dr. Nelson, but would you like me to put this on your dinning room table?” she finally asked. Oh my God, how stupid I must look. She’s clearly a professional and has other deliveries today I finally told myself, as I moved out of her way and motioned her in. She set the box on the table and turned to face me, hesitating just a brief moment. “I am sorry to ask this, it is completely against company policy, but could I use your phone? It’s a local call.”

“Sure,” I said relieved that the focus was on something else. She walked to the kitchen wall-phone and dialed a quick number.

“Sam? It’s Joann, hey listen, I just delivered my last package for the day, but my truck is still running hot. Fleet maintenance has both repair trucks down south of Salem, it will be hours before they can send help. If you don’t mind paying the over-time, I thought I’d just sit with the truck while she cools down and drive strait back to the terminal. O.K., great.” She smiled and quickly hung up the phone.

“Joann?” I offered slowly, confirming her name as an introduction, “I heard you on the phone.”

She smiled again, her smiles were huge, captivating, one of the smiles that you would do anything to see. “I’m Jay” as I extended my hand. “So, you’re going to have to hang with your truck while it cools down?”

“Yea”, that smile again, “but it’s O.K., the truck’s not that hot, I just like the extra hours at time-and-a-half.

“So”, she turned, gracefully slipping by me towards the box on the table and simultaneously taking her clipboard back from my hand. “What’s the box all about again? Let’s open it. I love the study of psychology, especially when it includes the term sexual deviant.”

“Maybe you could take one of my classes sometime” I said, feeling like a 7th grader trying to flirt for the first time.

“Well, Doc., to tell you the truth, I’m more of a hands-on kind of girl. You should offer me some wine.”

“Call me Jay, please.” I asked. “And how do you know I’m not a beer drinker?”

“Sorry, ‘Doc.’ fits your better. And come on, you’re what? 37, cute, single white male, you live alone in the suburbs and you’re a Doctor. You weigh, what, 140lbs.at 5’8”? Hell, the guys at the hanger throw packages bigger than you. I have a feeling you’re a wine kind of guy.”

“Guilty”, I surrendered, “I’ll open a nice Fetzer, if for nothing else to pass the time.” As I turned for some wine, I could hear her already opening the box on the table.

“This is a bizarre tool, Doc., do know how this works”, she asked with more than a hint of playfulness.

“Not first-hand”, I quipped, “as I said, I am adding this to my collection for lab night.” This was a huge lie, I bought a new bander because I was not happy with the Elastrator I had. The bands’ quality sucked, and the four prongs didn’t really open wide enough for me to easily slide around my nut-sack. The tri-bander, that Joann was now holding in the air and opening and closing with eyes full of wonderment, was suppose to be used for larger animals. Hence, I was hoping it would be easier for me to use in the self-bondage games I liked to get-off on. I walked in and handed her a glass of wine. I had finished mine while I was still pouring hers and had filled my second, which I quickly tossed back in one gulp. Continuing to explore the box, Joann pulled out a small bag of ten sample bands that came with the bander along with a folded note that she read aloud. “Dear customer, your personal instructional DVD was not ready at the time of shipment. We regret the delay and hope to have your shipment in the mail within the next 48-hours. Sincerely, CCC.”

“Well, that solves, that.” I said definitively. As if I had given up any hope of touching the bander.

“Not so fast,” Joann jumped in. “You’re an educated man and I have a great imagination, I bet between the two of us we could solve this mystery.”

“What did you have in mind?” It was my turn to smirk. “I can be as playful as the next guy, but I’m not sure I’m real keen on the idea of wrapping one of those bands around my balls.” This of course was not true; I was only waiting for our little flirting session to end and her to be out the door, before I would be experimenting with my new toy.

“Do you trust me?” She asked, and sounded very serious.

“I don’t know, what are thinking?”

“I was think about some hands-on ‘human behavior laboratory observations.’ I’ve never seen one these before. We should experiment your new classroom aid.” She said, opening the handles on the tool as if she were capturing my imaginary balls in the air.

“Joann, this thing is designed to castrate. I don’t take my research that seriously.” I was now using my ‘shrink’ voice, but it had zero effect.

“Come on, Doc., you look pretty fit, I am sure you could handle a few minute demo. I promise, I’ll have that scary little band cut off before you have anything more than a fun learning experience. Chalk it up to continuing education, I could write you a note.” She was being both playful and serious. I was curious how far she’d take this.

“You have other fetish and bondage stuff for your class, right? We could totally tie each other up. I’ll fit you in a band and tie a few loose loops around your wrists, just to remind you not to remove the band without me. While you’re banded, cuff me spread-eagle on your bed and completely have your way with me. I mean, come on, what could I do about it at that point? When you’ve had enough, free me, I’ll cut your band, we clean up, and you buy me dinner. What do you say, Doc.? Shall we have another glass of wine and toast to it?"

“You’re serious aren’t you? That or you have a great poker-bluff.”

“Try me.” Joann smiled; that smile again.

“O.K., I’m in, let’s have another glass and see where this goes.” I said, trying to sound playful, cool and not too eager. I say eager, because Joann was cute, she had my new bander in her hands and sounded willing to help me break it in. Was there a down side? If so, hormones and wine were blocking them out.

Ten-minutes later Joann was going through my garage, junk-drawer and closets gathering stuff. She piled her treasures beside the bed, but she hadn’t put the tri-bander down yet. It must have felt ‘right’ in her small hands.

“OH MY GOD”, she screamed excitedly from deep in my closet. “You have a strait-jacket? How cool! Come on Doc.; promise me you’ll lock me in this sometime. You could me take from behind.”

“I think I can help you with that,” I quickly confirmed.

Without responding, she grabbed my hands and helped me removed her UPS uniform, revealing her cotton, Barbie-pink, bra and low-rise panties. Lord, she was cute, if not down right beautiful. Joann, who I guessed to be about 27, had flawless skin and a great body. Most men might not think so, her breasts were small, but that didn’t matter to me. I moved in and slowly, being as intimate and caressing as I could and kissed her neck, then slowly worked down to her nipples, which I sucked though her bra.

Then, I guessed it was my turn as she me pushed back. Joann was much more forceful, as she pulled my shirt over my head and the reached down and unbuttoned my jeans and removed them and my boxers in one swift tug. My erection was evidence enough that I was more at her mercy than she was mine.

Guiding me to turn over, she abruptly pushed me face forward across the bed. My feet were just touching the floor. By the way she immediately grabbed my balls and started messaging them down in my scrotum, I assumed this was where she wanted me. Abruptly, she pulled her hands away and walked over to the pile of fetish and household items she had amassed. Joann was humming as she moved back to where I was bent over the bed. She climbed up on my back and kissed her way up to my neck, then my ear and finally my cheek. From her mounted position on my back I felt her movements and could hear her opening up the bag of bands and then fiddling with the bander. I knew what was coming soon. She slid off me and again reached up and cupped both my balls in her hand and stretched them down. She messaged me with her other hand and I felt the cool, slippery moisture of the lotion from her pile of treasures. Working the lotion in, she easily slipped the band in the jaws of the tri-bander over my balls. I was surprised at how easily the band slid on. Either it truly did open much wider than my Elastrator, or I am not as big as I sometimes think. Probably both are true.

Joann pulled the open band back against the base of my penis at the very top of my scrotum and pushed my balls forward with her thumb trapping my balls well below the band around my sac. Her hands were small, but strong. I felt her fumbling with the back peg of the bander when the first snap hit.

“Damn”, I said reactively. “That closed hard.”

“Hmm”, she replied, not stopping at all. She continued messaging and feeling my scrotum, assuring that both my balls were satisfactorily trapped within the band, which was still pried open by the remaining two of the three prongs, enough space to give me breathing room, but way too tight to slide off. She stopped her for a moment and did something unexpected; she carefully set the tool on the bed, balancing it such a way that the two prongs still held the band open. “Don’t move an inch, Doc., I’d hate for that band to snap shut now, I’m not completely ready.”

I was very still. The band was very tight in length, but still wide enough to not cause any pain, yet. Joann was moving again, sorting through her pile. She came back, and after messaging my butt and the small of my back she once again straddled up on top of me and leaning forward she kissed my turned up cheek. Moving slowly down while kissing my back she carefully place a small handcuff key into the palm of my hand. Crossing my wrists behind my back she looped a couple of wraps around my wrists with one of my neckties. Tying the knot tightly she pulled the slack up back my guiding my tied hands up between my shoulder blades. She then took the excess slack and made one loop around my neck and back, tying a second knot, effectively anchoring my hands up my back. I wasn’t, as she put it, going to remove the band without her. Joann then took a pair of handcuffs and tossed them up by the pillow on the bed. She then reached back she and found a pair of leg-irons, that she tossed to the foot of the bed. “Those are for me,” she announced, breaking the silence. I wasn’t moving for fear of snapping the band out of the tool. I wasn’t sure why the band hadn’t snapped up and bit me yet. My dick was very hard under me on the bed, and my balls were sweating in anticipation.

Joann stood up again and moved back to the pile of stuff. When she returned, she kneeled on the floor behind me. I felt her hot breath as she licked my nut-sack a few times and then, with a little more lotion she worked a loop of what felt like a small noose of silk cord around my scrotum.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just adding a small leash to remind you to stay close.” She practically giggled as she pulled what was apparently a slipknot tightly with her teeth. “The other end is tied to the bed frame. It’s just to add to the excitement of getting me un-cuffed and free in time to rescue you. Isn’t it exciting?” With that she stood up, moved in closely and dropped her knee directly on the tri-bander releasing the band, knowing with my sac tightly secured in the silk noose, the band would easily snap into place correctly.

I think I blacked-out for a second. The pain was intense. It hit with such force that I had immediately bucked back and hit Joann pushing her backwards a few steps. I jumped up on my knees on the bed as was rubbing my thighs together like a crazed man trying to relieve some of the pressure.

Smiling in good humor at how I looked, Joann pulled herself up on the bed and proceeded to wrap the leg-irons through the slats and locked each of her ankles in. I stood back on the floor and tried working my hands and wrists up and down in the knotted tie trying to pull one of my hands free. Laying back, in her promised spread-eagle position; Joann reached her hands up and started to cuff one wrist. I stopped my struggling and focused on her, seeing that she was really going through with this. I did note she hadn’t removed her bra or panties but through the pain, it was an afterthought.

“Joann, we need to get this band off, now!” I sounded panicked, I was. “Joann?” She smiled, beautifully and fed the remaining open cuff around a headboard slat and started fitting it around her wrist. She squirmed tightly against her ankle bonds and fit her last free hand up in the cuff. Click! Her smile opened up into a completely grin.

“Come and get me, Doc.”

“Jo, I am dieing here.”

“No you’re not. Don’t be such a baby. Slide up here. I’ll help you get your wrists free with my teeth and we’ll work from there.”

In protest, I turned around and bent over as best I could and give her a full view of my poor balls’ predicament.

“Delicious.” Jo said. “If you slide up here and nudge me over, I’ll blow you off real quick.”

The pain in my balls was mounting and I knew I would be in trouble soon. So I gave in and got up on the bed on my knees beside her. I was slowly inching up towards her face, my throbbing cock only an inch from her chin, when I felt final the tie Jo had noosed around my scrotum pull tight. The noosed silk cord gently stretched my sac back toward the foot of the bed causing a whole new waive of pain and panic. Joann outright laughed at me.

“I’m sorry, Doc., but that wasn’t graceful.” She was still almost giggling hysterically. Slowly she stretched about an inch downward against me, pushing me back enough to relieve my appointment with the scrotum-gallows.

“Very nice.” She purred, not laughing now. She stretched her head down to where I was kneeling and took the length of my cock in her mouth. Shit, it hurt as the pain and crushing force worked up from my balls. But Joann continued. As she sucked rhythmically, I moved in and out, thrusting and letting myself go. I rolled down on my side as far as my ties would allow and continued to palm the key in my sweaty hand.

“I’ve still got the key in my hand” I whispered. “How do I get it up to unlock you?”

She ignored me completely, her eyes closed as she worked up and down, soon, I was giving myself over to simply heavy breathing and the fact the I was about to cum in a completely strangers mouth. I was thrusting and rolling, 3-seconds, 2-seconds…

“What sounds good for dinner, by the way?” She asked abruptly stopping.

I was still leaning on her and the shift of her weight out from under me caused me to fall forward pulling again on the silk noose. Cum oozed out the tip of my cock and I was still trusting while scrambling back a few inches.

“What?” I asked questioningly.

“Dinner. Once you’ve had enough, it’s dinner, what sounds good?”

“Joann, I’m being castrated here. I can’t reach to unlock your hands. I can’t get myself free and I can’t leave the room for a knife.” I practically shouted.

She smiled again. “Well, as for being castrated, you’re right.” With that she deftly twisted both of her wrists out of the cuffs she had locked around the bed and sat up. “You looked really scared there for a moment, Doc.” She smiled as she reached down and just as easily slipped out each of her ankles. “You should always make sure a new play-partner is tied secure.” She added, as a matter of fact, as she stood up off the bed next the where I was now standing. Joann stroked my now sagging penis and then slid her hands down around my rapidly cooling balls. “Too bad you didn’t have your way with me before you dribbled your remaining seed, Doc. Or was that it?” She asked now more cool than playful. “If that was it, I can see I have my work cut out for me. We’ll have to order in tonight, I’m afraid.”

Joann sat at the end of the bed and I meekly let her lead me by the silk leash over to stand in front of her. She slowly moved down and took my flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked and worked in and out a few moments until life started to return to it. She then pulled away from my slowly growing erection and quickly worked open the silk noose around my sac. I could see the band. As I suspected the band was cutting in tight. It was efficiently doing its job of castrating any hapless male it trapped. Joann took the silk noose and slid it down my cock to the base and again pulled it tight with her teeth. Getting up she moved to the pile on the floor and reached down and found the small cat claw clippers. A blunt nosed pair of curved scissors with a larger groove perfect for pushing deep into a ball sack and capturing and cutting a band. Pop! The band snapped and bounced off the wall behind us.

The white-hot pain and relief from pain was so overwhelming that my knees buckled and I fell against her on the bed. She rolled out from under me and returned to her straddling position on my back. From there she reached down and cupped and messaged the life back into my balls while she laid forward and kissed and purred into my ear. It was so tender, so intimate; I held my eyes closed tight and just let her keep the momentary control she had surprisingly wrestled away from me. I lay her arms around me, my arms still tied tightly behind me, her temporary prize I supposed. After what felt like a half-hour, but was really on a few minutes she reached over and her hand returned with lotion that she quickly spread down cock.

“Stand up.” She whispered, feeling the intimacy too.

Keeping my eyes closed, I stood up again while she sat back on the edge of the bed. She worked the lotion in gracefully and worked open the silk noose that was securing around my shaft to the end of the bed. She pumped my hard-on and worked my balls. She leaned forward taking me in her mouth again and worked my balls with her hands while she pumped up and down the full length of my prick. The mixture of pre-cum, sweat and lotion was so wet that I hadn’t noticed her slip the silk noose up around my sac until once again I was just on the brink.

“What’s good to order-in that’s close by?” Jo asked, back in her playful voice. With that, she pulled away from my cock, which was starting again to ooze cum and slid down and pulled the noose trapping my scrotum tight with her teeth.

“Just to remind you not to go anywhere.” She mimicked from earlier, while starting to giggle again.

Stunned at having been once again just on the verge and pulled back, I really didn’t know what to say. “Joann. I think maybe you should leave now”, is what came out of my mouth.

“Really?” She asked, sounding hurt. “O.K., let me just slip one of your bands back on the way you like them and I’ll be on my way.”

“No”, trying to sound bold, “you need to untie me now.”

“But, Doc., I still have lots to learn, and you still haven’t bought me dinner.” With that she stood up and moved around behind me pushing me forward on the bed again. I tried to struggle but she was obviously expecting that this time I wasn’t going as passively. She braced one of my ankles and slipped and quick loop of a second necktie around it. With amazing speed she was then up on the bed pulling my trapped ankle up behind my back. As she was pulling and I was struggling and kicking she managed to somehow work one of her ankles down and wrapped her foot quickly around the length of silk cord tied from the bed to my scrotum. Forcefully pulling her leg back was the only reminder I needed to stop.

“Good boy”, she said, sounding more controlling than earlier -- a lady with a plan. She pulled my ankle up to my hands, slid the tie between my bound wrists and then looped back and captured my other ankle. I was hog-tied! Satisfied I was immobile and properly positioned, she stood up and moved back to her treasures. Soon a ball-gag was tossed up on the bed beside my face. I looked at it, having a bad feeling about what she had in mind.

“Now what? Dinner?” I asked, trying to sound happy and playful, hoping to return to some of the earlier light-hearted playfulness.

“Not just yet,” she purred. "We’ll break for dinner soon.” With that she stood up holding my Elastrator this time. The tool was already locked open with a pale green band stretched tightly between the four pegs. “I’d like to try an experiment first.”

I wasn’t actually aware I’d started yelling for help until she was on my back fastening the gag in my mouth. Moving slowly down with the Elastrator, she slid between my open thighs, roughly grabbing my noosed balls and worked the band into place. The band hit quickly this time, no hesitation or ceremony. I squirmed and fought against her it, trying to roll over and off the bed, but she was again ready for my protests.

“Come on, Doc.,” she soothed, kissing my cheek again while sitting up on my back, “we’ll chalk it up to continuing education.”