Multiple Choice

The feeling of being bound and gagged at the total mercy of my wife’s whims still gives me an incredible adrenaline rush, although it’s much more difficult to get “turned on” now. Some days, I sit and daydream about the pain and torture she would willingly inflict on my body. It first started with gentle squeezing of my balls or strong tugs on my flaccid cock until it grew into a throbbing erection. Sometimes she would get me totally aroused and then just leave me there for hours, begging in anticipation of my release, both sexually and literally. She once tied me up and told me that she wanted to hump me, but instead left and went shopping with my credit card, calling me ever so often and leaving a message on the machine to tell me what she bought or to tease me that she was gong to take a short vacation and that she had left word for the neighbor to come and check on me. I was scared shitless! She loved it. When she returned, she made good on her original promise. She said that it really turned her on seeing me so helpless and at her mercy.

Her control over me slowly evolved, as I became her indentured servant. While at home, she would dress me in pantyhose and/or stockings and French maid outfits and would watch as I cleaned her house. She blackmailed me with the photos she took and threaten to e-mail them to my associates. She even got my secretary involved by spot checking to make sure I was wearing the right style and color. She would call or fax “to do” lists and provide my assistant with her expectations and when she wanted them accomplished. Even my secretary got into it! I have since become her little office slave – running errands and ordering her suits and dresses on the internet. The other girls are jealous but don’t have a clue how she can afford the clothes that get shipped in every other week! She especially likes it when we order our pantyhose together. She loves to open them in front of me in the office to see the state of horror on my face.

My wife particularly liked it when I got on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor, as she would periodically and she would get behind me, tell me to “spread ‘em” and haul off and kick me in the crotch. And she loved to catch me off guard, especially in public when I couldn’t respond without causing further embarrassment to myself. She would always reach down and give them a painful squeeze and remind me who wore the pants in the house. She loved to squeeze them or knee them and bring me to my knees. She said it made her feel powerful. But the crazy thing is, I was learning to like it. I was getting addicted to the pain. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t cum unless she was inflicting pain on my balls.

She once even used live house current on my nads just to see my reaction. This was her favorite torture technique. I had a dimmer switch hooked up to some alligator clips that I used to check some fixtures in the house, so one day during one of my bondaged ball bustings, she asked where I put it. I tried to hold out and not tell her, but she squeezed my balls too much and I broke down. She hooked those clips on to each side of my ball sac, turned the switch and wham- it felt like a mule had kicked me. It hurt like a motherfucker. But you know, in my stupid quest for painful sex, I actually let her do it again the next time. And again and again and again. She would vary the location of the clips – anus, glans, etc., to see what would give the best reaction. But I could see she was getting bored and she could see that that I was beginning to like it and it wasn’t torture anymore for me.

So one night, the sadistic bitch decided to change all of that. This time, she asked me to dress in my frilliest maid costume with the garter belt/stockings and black 4” stilettos. Then she tied my leash to my ball/stretcher spreader and took me for a walk out into the garage. I thought she wanted me to clean it. Boy was I surprised. She handcuffed me from behind, pulled my hands up as high as they would go with a rope slung over rafter. This cased me to slump forward to relieve the pain in my shoulders. This gave her better access to my genitals from behind. I didn’t know why she picked the garage this time, but I was always a willing participant when it came to bondage. I found out pretty soon. She had laid out in front of me just about every torture device know to man. Vices, soldering irons, my “shockers”, blowtorches, rubber mallets, etc. Once I was secure, she told me that she was going to use each and every one of them that night. But there was a twist – I got to choose which ones she used, but it would be for at least one hour, but if I changed my mind, I could pick the next device until I ran out of choices. Then, I would be stuck with my last choice for the remainder of her session. I was so exited; I got an instant aching hard-on!

She had her fun first before I got my first choice. She got in a few dozen slaps and kicks, telling me how badly I had been keeping the house and what she expected from me. She brought tears to my eyes with every blow. She told me to stop being such a wimp and take it like a man and that only a real man has balls. “What are you,” she asked, “a sissy girl?” “Do you want to wear dresses and nylons everyday?” “Yes, mistress” I would answer. “yes, what” WHACK! “Yes, mistress, I want to wear dresses and pantyhose everyday and serve your every need.” “That’s better” she would respond. Little did I know, she had set up a video recorder in the corner, filming every bit of it.

“Now for your fun, little boy!” “Now it’s time for you to decide what you want tonight. I want you to tell me exactly what you want from me and I will obey what ever you tell me to do” I agreed while she tied the leash up behind me, stretching my balls to the limit.

“Do you like it when I tie you up like this?”

“Yes, mistress”

“How long do you want to be tied up tonight?”

“At least one hour, or until I cum,”I replied.

“What do you like me to do to you when you’re tied up like this?”

“I like it when you torture me.”

“Be Specific!” [Whack] she demanded, my knees buckling above my high heals. ”Like that?”

“Yes, like that but harder each time”

She instantly punted my balls and, for an instant, I thought she drove them up inside me. My entire weight was pulling on my wrists that were suspended behind me. I coughed out in agony.

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Pick something” “Do you want me to stop kicking you and use your tools that you’ve laid out here on the floor, instead?

“Yes, but please stop kicking me like that”

I said, “I like it when you solder you initials into my balls.” I couldn’t see her behind me adjusting the camera.

“O.K. That’s better, I like it when you pick your own torture devices. It’s less taxing for me.” So she picked up the soldering iron and started to it right away, letter by letter. With every touch, I writhed in pain. “What’s the matter wimp, you said you liked this?”

“Yeah, but what’s taking you so long?”

“Oh, I decided to write my whole name onto the back of your balls.”

“Oh my God, No!” I said.

“You want me to try something else? But I haven’t finished my name yet”

“Yes, try….try the clamps,” I said.

So she put 2 wood clamps right over both testicles and began to squeeze. “Is this better?”

“Yeah, that’s great” “Do you want more?” “Yeah, harder.” So she gave the screw a couple of turns right away and I thought my nuts were gong to pop. I was about to lose conciseness and she asked, “Does it hurt too much?” “Yeah, I can’t take it. I guess I’m a wimp.” She gave it another turn, I guess for her fun and then asked if I wanted to pick something else.

“Yes”, I replied in a high-pitched voice. “Yes, try the rubber mallet!” What was I thinking? The hammer? But at the time, it looked like a good alternative.

Before I had time to rethink it, she had whacked one of the clamps loose with the hammer, sending a shock up inside me. Once again, my full weight was suspended onto me wrists while I struggled to my feet.

“I thought you wanted me to take the clamps off and that was the fastest way!”

And again, whack, she knocked the other one loose, put it was still pinching the side of my left nut. I had never before experienced so much pain. “Knock it off, hurry” I screamed! And, bam, she hit the clamp and my testicle with one blow. I think she popped it. It took me several minutes to regain my senses.

She asked,” Do you want to pick something else?”

“Yes, please”, I whispered, “try the …the blowtorch.” The blowtorch? What the Hell was I thinking? That’s right, I wasn’t thinking. I was barely conscious. Before I knew it, she fired it up and started to burn every hair right off my nuts and ass. She had me dancing like Fred Astair! I thought at any moment, my balls would ignite and all the while, she was laughing. I yelled, “STOP” so she pulled it away, and asked what was next, and that “we still had 20 minutes left.”

I looked down in front of me to wee what options I had left and reluctantly asked for the shockers. Sure, I had endured them before and I could surely endure twenty minutes of it. Heck, nothing could have been as bad as what she did to me already that night. Could it?

“The shockers?” she asked. “You want me to hook up these to your balls, plug it in and turn on the switch? Are you sure?”, knowing full well that the camera was taking in every bit of our conversation.

“Yes, the shockers, I want you to shock my balls, but please stop burning them!” so she extinguished the torch and methodically hooked the alligator clips onto the most vulnerable parts, where she knew from past experience, she would get the most reaction. She started shocking me a little at first, easing me into it and increasing my threshold.

Then she started asking questions.

“Do you like wearing women’s clothing?”

“Yes, mistress, but they don’t always fit me the right way.” I would wear them more often if they fit me properly”

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Because I’m a man and my parts aren’t’ made the same way.” “Which parts are they?” “My waist is too low, my legs are too big and my dick and balls get in the way.” “Well, I can’t help you there, except for the last part” she snickered. “Do you want me to make it so they fit better?”

“Yes, would you?” as she increased the voltage a little, I thought she meant taking them to a tailor. She knew differently.

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do, “ a little more voltage. I could really feel it in my ball sac now. And the tingle was starting to reach up into my dick, making it hard.

“You like this, don’t you?

“Yes, I like it when you shock me” “turn it up more, if you want”

“O.K.”, she said, and she gave it a half twist to the right and I thought sparks would fly through my dick.

“Wow, look at that pre-cum squirting out of your dick” as she bent down to taste it.

“Please, don’t do that again!” I screamed.

“But, you asked me to turn it up” “And by the way, it’s the only tool left, so I’m going to have fun with it like you asked!” “So shut up and enjoy your torture, we still have 5 minutes left” She proceeded to turn it up and down watching me jump up and down and twist in pain. She was really enjoying herself, as this was her favorite toy.

“Please!” I begged, “pick another tool” But when she looked down, there were none left.

“there are none to chose from, so you’ll just have to take this for 5 more minutes, you wimp!”

“No!”, Pick something else, anything. Just reach into my tool chest and pick something and I’d rather endure that for 5 minutes than this pain!”

“Are you sure I get to use what I pick out?“ Yes” I shouted, “you can use anything you find!” “Oh, alright, wimp, but I’m going to leave it on while I look, so I know you’re not stalling.” I watched her as she walked over to the toolbox and reach around for something to use.

“Hurry up bitch,” I shouted to make her hurry before my balls were singed for good. In her haste, she reached in, grabbed something and turned with a big smile.

To my horror, I saw that she had a pair of my PVC ratchet cutters. And I could see that calling her ‘bitch’ at that moment was a big mistake.

She slowly came back with a sly look on her face and said, “You know, I’ve been taping every bit of this and I have everyone of your requests on tape.” She reached down and turned up the electricity and my mind was becoming a blur. “And, so far, I’ve listened to everything you have asked of me” Another twist and my entire midsection was tingling by now. I could barely focus. “And there is still 3 minutes like I promised” Another twist and another jolt. “So I intend to keep doing as you tell me” Another couple of volts. “So unless you tellme otherwise, I’ll keep doing this until your time is up.” And at that, she crancked it to full voltage.

I started to shake as she grabbed my dick and satred to stroke it. “DO you awnat me to stop the pain?

“Yes,” I shouted.

“Well then hurry up and cum, because your time is almost up!” as she stroked it faster.

“Please, stop the pain” I begged.

“Well, hurry up and cum! Remember, I promised.”

“I can’t, it hurts too much!

“I can help that” she said and adjusted one of the clips to the base of my sac near my anus. Right then I could feel myself start to cum but at the same time, the pain was unbearable.

“Please, stop the pain any way you can” forgetting that she still had the cutters in her other hand.

“You want me to stop the pain any way I want? Are you sure?”

“Yes, stop the pain now!” Just as I started to have the biggest orgasm of my life, she brought the cutters across my stretched out ball sac and gave it 3 quick squeezes until the blades met. The pain stopped immediately and I was I too much agony to realize what had just happened. I looked down between my legs and could see my balls dangling from the leash that was hooked to the ball stretchers. I started to lose conciseness as my wife untied my hands and went to get a bandage for what was left of my genitalia.

“You told me to stop the pain, didn’t you?” she asked. “And I gave you plenty of options.” And you can’t cause me of doing this to you because you asked for every bit of it. I have it on tape!” Now, after I get you to the hospital and get you sewn up, you tell the doctor that you were working in the garage and you got them caught on the sander or something like that.” “Because if you don’t, I’m going to send a copy of this tape to your mother!”

And that was the begging of my life as a eunuch and eternal servitude to my wife.