Sandra Notes My friend, Sandra, had asked me if I could help her with some DIY. We'd been friends for years, and I'd always fancied her and had masochistic fantasies about her. She's taller than me, sturdily built with broad shoulders and quite busty. She's strong and muscular, as I knew from the past when she'd helped me move in. She's quite pretty and has an infectious grin. Some people find her readiness to talk about sex a bit off-putting, especially other people's kinks and ways. I'd often fantasised about what it'd be like to have my balls in her strong hands. But I'd expected it to remain just a fantasy. We'd just finished the DIY and were having coffee. We were chatting about this and that and I was conscious, as always, of her powerful body and probably had an undercurrent of masochistic thoughts running on in the background. Then she said "Did you see that programme about sadomasochistic sex the other night?" I tried to be nonchalant. I hadn't, but I'd wanted to. But I'd have been embarrassed to suggest it for the evening's viewing at our house. "No. Any good?" "They're weird. I don't understand it. All that ... leather and fetish stuff" "Yeah!" I agreed. "I don't understand how people could get off on pain. I suppose I could understand enjoying hurting someone else if it was ... you know ... a mutual thing, if the person wants pain. But I don't understand how anyone can actually enjoy being whipped". "No" I agreed again. Did she just say something about enjoying hurting someone? Whipping them? "No, not being whipped but ... " I stopped as soon as I'd said it. "But?" "But ... " I plunged in " ... well ... I sort of fantasize about having my balls ... squeezed and tortured, but only by a woman. I don't know what it's about really!" She was shocked for a moment. So was I. Then she looked at me with interest. My face began burning. "And does all the fetish stuff turn you on?" "Well ... " I tried to be honest and reasonable, but was getting more embarrassed and aroused at the turn of the conversation " ... only a bit. I mean, high heels make legs look sexier and can make them look stronger ... you know, more muscular and shapely. And they could be used to hurt someone, couldn't they? But I'm not really into fetish stuff" "But you'd enjoy having your balls tortured?" "Enjoy's the wrong word" I squirmed. "I mean, I imagine it'd be a turn-on but it's still pain!" "Do you mean a turn-on sexually?" "Well ... yes, I suppose!" "Do you get an erection if you think about it?" This was one of those typical Sandra questions that people found difficult. " ... errm ... yeah!" "Have you got an erection now?" she asked mischievously. "Well ... yes!" I admitted, embarrassed. "How hard do you think you'd like them being squeezed?" she asked, genuinely interested. "Well ... so that it really hurts" She thought for a moment. "I don't want this to sound too pervy, but could I squeeze them?" "Wow, Sandra! Do you want to" I stuttered. This was a dream coming true! Could I really be open with her here? "Yeah I do want to! But I want to be the one in control. I'll hurt you. I want to see what it's like to hurt someone until they can't take any more. And then start to really hurt them!" "Oh yes please!" I submitted, fearfully. "What? You'd enjoy it if I made you beg and cry?" she was a little shocked. "Well, no. I wouldn't actually enjoy it at the time I don't think. But I'd enjoy remembering about it. If that makes sense?" "So you wouldn't enjoy it? But you wouldn't mind if I did what I wanted to you even if you weren't enjoying it?" "Exactly! That's it! But ... if we did it ... could also give me something to enjoy as well as the pain?" I was scared of being so frank with her. "What do you mean?" she asked but I was pretty sure she knew what I meant, because she was grinning. "Well ... could you ... you know ... masturbate me a bit in between working on my balls?" There was a gleam in her eyes. Her next words frightened me. "Shall we do it?" They frightened me for two reasons. The first was that she might be less sadistic than in my fantasies. Would I be disappointed and embarrassed? The second reason was that this Amazonian woman might actually enjoy being sadistic with a begging but willing victim ... "OK then!" I found myself saying. Sandra moved next to me and placed her hand on my groin, rubbed gently with her thick knuckles. Then she pulled my fly open and roughly forced her hand into my jeans. I squirmed a little. She closed her hand around my balls. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Are you ready?" she grinned. "Yes" I gulped. She immediately squeezed my balls hard and held them tight in an agonising vice. I doubled over and grabbed her thick punishing arm but she kept hold and I began to cry out for her to stop. She released the pressure but kept my balls firmly in her hand. "Let go of my arm," she said. I did, embarrassed by my weakness. She was so much stronger than I'd imagined she might be! My balls were aching. "Good! Now keep your hands to yourself ... " She slowly and relentlessly began squeezing again. My penis was swollen in the confined space of my trousers, and Sandra was well aware of it and pressed against it. She suddenly bore down on my balls with a tremendous grip and I was crying out again, doubled over and clawing at her arm. She crushed my balls for several moments more, despite my pleas and my desperate attempts to prise her hand off them. Then she released her grip and pulled her hand out of my trousers. She was panting a little and looking at me hungrily. Then suddenly her expression changed, a concerned mask went up. "I'm sorry ... are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I? Are you OK?" and she put an arm around me. I couldn't find a mask to put on. I was doubled over in pain. "No, I'm ... phew!" I tried to cope with the throbbing ache of my balls. "No I'm OK thanks" We were silent for a few moments. I was in pain, but was astounded that this had actually happened! A dream come unexpectedly agonisingly true! Sandra broke the spell in an apologetic and little-girly voice. "Oh ... I'm sorry! I forgot to do the ... you know ... wank you!" My heart almost stopped. I was in pain, but I was also painfully aroused. "I bet you'd love me to wank you off now, wouldn't you?" she grinned. Would Sandra really do this? My body was throbbing for an orgasm and she knew it. I gulped. "Yeah! That'd be fantastic!" She seemed to calculate for a moment. "OK" she smiled. "But I'll have to tie you up" She put her hand on my leg and slid it up to my crotch and my open fly. I flinched, but she just looked at the bulge in my jeans and rubbed her big open hand against it. "What do you think?" she asked, still looking at my crotch and rubbing. "Shall I tie you up for a bit?" I gulped. "If you want to," I stammered. "OK. You'd better take your clothes off then" she moved her hand back down my thigh and gave my leg a firm squeeze. " ... err ... take my clothes off?" "Yeah!" she grinned. "I might take some of mine off later. I've noticed you're always having sneaky glances at my boobs. Maybe I'll get them out for you if you strip off and let me tie you up!" So many thoughts flashed through my mind then - the thought of seeing more of her powerful body, her big breasts, the thought of her strong hand pumping me to orgasm, that same strong hand crushing my testicles again when I'd be defenceless. Well, what would you do? So I was lying naked on the carpet, ankles tied to the legs of a big old dining table, stretching my legs apart. Sandra finished tying my wrists behind my back and made me lie down. She knelt beside me and took hold of my erect cock. I made an involuntary groan of pleasure as she slowly began to move her hand up and down, the muscles in her arm flexing. She looked into my face with an expression of amused curiosity and kept up a slow but steady pace. I kept glancing from her hand working at me so methodically to her big breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt. My balls were starting to get over the punishment they'd recently received from that same hand. I began to lose myself as waves of orgasm began building up. I started panting and groaning as she carried on the same steady rhythm, grinning widely now. She watched my face as I started to reach orgasm then suddenly took her hot hand off my throbbing and dribbling cock. "There! Was that nice?" she asked, casually moving her hand to adjust her bra. I was breathless and writhing with frustration against my bonds. The orgasmic feeling was losing its edge but I was still panting and my heart was racing with frustration. "Oh Sandra ... oh god! Could you ... aren't you going to ... you know ... please just let me ... come?" I blurted out. "No. Maybe in a bit. I'm enjoying myself too much! Are your balls still hurting?" "God yes!" I replied. "Good! Do you want to see my boobs now?" Of course I was desperate to see them, but would this just be more of a painful tease or would it mean it'd be a step closer to her actually making me come? She didn't wait for my reply but began unbuttoning her shirt. Then she drew her shirt aside and gave me a view of her magnificent full breasts straining against her bra. As well as revealing her breasts, she also revealed her muscular shoulders. My cock stiffened even more painfully, which she noticed. She lightly traced a finger around the dribbling glans and I doubled up in frustration. She laughed as I groaned. "Don't you want me to touch it, then?" "Oh god, of course I do! But you're just teasing me!" I complained She wrapped her hot hand around my cock again and began to slowly masturbate me. "Sorry. That must be really frustrating! Shall I let you come this time?" I managed a small "Yes please!" as she carried on gently pumping. I relaxed and began to ride the rising orgasmic rush. Her hand kept on pumping. I stared at her firmly bouncing breasts as an incredible orgasm began to peak. She suddenly stopped and laughed as I again doubled up and groaned with frustration. "Not just yet! I think that's enough pleasure for now. I really want to hurt your balls a bit more". Without another word she stood up and pulled off her shirt. Then she unfastened her bra and looked down at me with a grin over her full breasts and muscular stomach. My hard cock twitched painfully. Then she stepped out of her jeans and panties and stood over me. Her legs were as muscular as the rest of her body. She began fingering herself as she stared at my naked, bound and puny form, still painfully aroused. "Oh you poor thing! I'm really going to hurt your balls now!" "Oh Sandra! You don't have to do this ... " I began pleading "I know. But I want to ... " she fingered herself a bit more vigorously " ... so I'm going to!" she smiled down at me. Her magnificent breasts jiggled over me as she pleasured herself a little more, smiling in anticipation. Then she straddled one of my legs and dropped suddenly to her knees, dropping one heavily into my balls. I screamed out at the impact and the welling pain, and doubled up against her. But she pushed me down again so that I was pinned painfully to the floor with her hands on my shoulders, her naked breasts hanging over me. One solid knee was still wedged against my balls, amplifying the nauseating waves of pain. Then mercifully she lifted her knee away, only to slam it powerfully back down. I began to scream then retched in pain, but her solid weight held me down remorselessly. Whatever happened next was a blur. I might have blacked out. Gradually I began to come to, and Sandra had climbed off me and was now gently stroking my cheek. My balls were aching nauseously and there were tears running down my face. I'd never been in such pain. It was excruciating. I found it hard to hear what Sandra was saying, but managed to focus ... "I said are you OK now? I'm sorry I had to do that ... well, I'm not sorry really! I had a really nice orgasm when I kneed you. But that was a lesson for you - I might knee you in the balls again!" "Oh god! Please don't" I managed to squeak in fear. This seemed to amuse her, then she was quiet for a few moments. I twisted around as much as I could to ease the pain. "OK, I've thought of a good little game we can play. You really don't want a knee in the balls again do you? So I promise I won't knee you in the balls ... if you can take five minutes of me teasing your knob and squeezing your balls without coming and without begging me to stop hurting you. What do you think?" I gulped. There'd be no way my tenderised balls could take it. "I ... err ... don't really want to ... " I began but she interrupted and leaned close to me. "I don't care if you don't want to ... you said I could do anything I liked, even if you didn't enjoy it. So tough luck! But I'm not a complete sadist. Well I am, but not all the time. If you can't take five minutes without giving-in or coming, I'm going to knee you in the balls. Harder than I did it before! But if you're brave and can take the pain and if you can control yourself while I'm wanking you, I'll suck you off. I've been told my blowjobs are pretty amazing. That sounds fair to me" I was bound with legs apart, wrists tied behind my back. There was nothing I could do when she lay across my legs and began sucking my cock to get it back to an erection. "That's better! Now we're back in business!" Her mouth had felt totally amazing. But she lost no time in getting her hands on my balls. She roughly grabbed them and began squeezing. And she just wasn't stopping. "Aaargh! No!" "Don't submit! You know what the punishment will be!" I gritted my teeth as she applied more pressure. I took more pain than I'd imagined I'd be capable of. I just couldn't take another of those knees in the balls from her strong, muscular leg. But I couldn't take much more of this vicious squeezing. I was so relieved when she let go of my balls and started on my cock. But soon she'd easily got me on the verge of coming several times, even though I was trying desperately to resist. She could have easily pushed me over. But she went back to my balls again. I knew she was strong, but just couldn't believe how strong. I was in absolute agony, but had to endure it. Just had to. But she still seemed to be playing with me. She was rough, but wasn't using all her strength. She kept on going between hurting my balls and playing with my cock. I was on the verge of submitting or coming so many times but she'd just switch between them. It was agonising, but the alternative was so much worse. "You're being very brave, I'm impressed," she said as she squeezed really hard. I doubled over gagging and begged her to stop. "Don't submit yet! I want to suck you off!" Then her hands went back to my throbbing and too-sensitive penis. "One minute left, and then I'll suck your cock. OK?" "OK" I gulped. "But you've got to control yourself. For just one minute. Despite the pain. But I bet you won't be able to." She grinned. "You're going to miss the blowjob of your life!" She gave my tortured balls a hard squeeze that made me shriek in agony, and then wrapped her frighteningly strong hand around my cock. "Remember, you've just got to control yourself for a minute, Brave Boy. Or else I'll knee you in the balls again. Hard!" Her hand began to work on me gently. I writhed with pleasure and fear. This time she took me towards the edge again as she had done so easily before, even though I was trying desperately not to let the orgasm begin. "Oh Sandra! Please stop! Oh no ... oh god ... oh Sandra!" She just grinned at me and speeded up. "I told you what I'll do to you if you let yourself come. And I'm sure your balls are still hurting from before, aren't they?" she panted excitedly. I was desperately trying to ignore what was happening, but my body began orgasming. Sandra laughed in cruel delight and carried on milking me as I thrashed around beyond control, ejaculating all over the place. As the peak of pleasure began to fade away, I lay there panting for breath. Post-orgasmic shudders still ebbed through my body. Sandra knelt with knees either side of my leg and sat heavily on it. She rubbed herself against my leg gently. "Oh you poor poor thing! Did Nasty Sandra make you come? Did you enjoy that?" I could barely speak. "It was ... phew ... totally ... amazing!" I stammered. Her weight was starting to hurt my leg now, as she pressed her crotch against it more firmly. "I'm glad you liked it. Not as good as one of my blowjobs, though. But you'll never know now, will you?" she smiled. She raised herself off my leg then leaned over me and forced my shoulders heavily against the carpet again. She pressed a hard knee into my aching balls. Then lifted it high. "Oh god no! Please don't Sandra!" She grinned down at me. Her knee came down gently to rest against my still aching balls. "What's the matter? Fair's fair. I've just made you have a great orgasm. Agreed?" "Oh yeah! But ... " "Now I'm going to get mine!" Her weight on my shoulders and her knee on my balls were really painful. But I was really terrified of the agony she was going to inflict on me. "Can't I ... " I began, stammering and shuddering in desperation " ... do something? Can I give you, you know, oral sex or something? Please?" I pleaded in panic. She leaned her weight more heavily on me while she thought for a while. I lay under her, groaning in pain, desperate for a merciful verdict. But not really expecting to get one. She removed her knee and suddenly launched herself onto my stomach, where she landed heavily, winding me completely. I struggled to regain my breath under her solid crushing weight and my wrists, which were still tied behind my back, felt like they were being mangled in a vice and were digging into my spine. She began laughing. "Did you really think I was going to knee you in the balls again?" "Well ... yes" I gasped, confused. "God, you must think I'm a real bitch! It really hurt you when I did that! I mean, I knew it would hurt, but I hadn't expected it to hurt you so much, though. I'm so sorry! You looked absolutely terrified when you thought I was going to do it again!" I was bewildered. Before I could respond she quickly and painfully shuffled up my chest and straddled my face. She held her obviously aroused genitals an inch from my mouth. I couldn't believe it! She'd certainly had me fooled. I'd been convinced she was going to inflict more unbearable pain. I was so grateful to have the chance to pleasure her without her kneeing me in the balls again. Pleasuring the woman who'd given me so much pain was delicious. I leaned forward and licked her hungrily. She moaned a little. I carried on, relieved and desperate to please, and her moans of pleasure grew louder. However, the position my neck was in was beginning to give me cramp. I carried on but the pain grew worse. I didn't want to stop but I just had to pull away. "Hmmm! Don't stop!" murmured Sandra, and she dropped her heavy body onto my face and began grinding herself against me. I could hardly breathe and my head was being crushed under her weight. Despite this, I tried to carry on licking her. Though muffled by her strong thighs I could hear her groans of pleasure increase. "Oh yes!" she panted. "That's so good! Come on, a bit more ... hmm that feels so good." I carried on desperately trying to lick her as she continued grinding herself on my face. Then she began to orgasm and my head was violently pounded under her as she came. I felt like I was about to pass out through lack of air and through the constant battering of my face. Eventually, her orgasms finished. She settled heavily on me, and breathing became almost impossible. Then she rolled off and lay contentedly beside me, with one heavy leg resting across my stomach. I gradually recovered my senses. "Hmm ... that was a pretty good orgasm! You were really nice. Thanks!" She removed her leg and clambered upright, towering over me and glowing in satisfaction. I gazed up in lust at her statuesque and powerful figure. Then she straddled one of my legs and grinned. "Actually, I really am a bitch! A complete bitch!" She placed a foot roughly on my balls. "Oh no, Sandra! Please don't ... "I begged, bewildered. She lifted her foot and stamped it down in my balls. I noticed the way it made her breasts shake before I gagged and doubled up but she quickly put her foot on my shoulder and powerfully kicked me back down. My head hurt as it hit the carpet. Then she dropped to her knees again, landing one crushingly in my aching balls yet again. She grabbed my shoulders as I reared up, forced me down easily, and kneed me hard in the balls as her weight kept me pinned. Then again. And once more, crying out in satisfaction as I cried out in agony. The pain was so much worse than before. I retched and retched. Agonised though I was, I was also stunned by her cruelty, her physical brutality. She stayed leaning over me, pressing me down, as I cried tears of pain and fear. I opened my eyes and caught a look of sadistic pleasure in her expression. She was certainly enjoying herself. I was in no state to tell if I was enjoying it or not. Then she climbed off me and stood over me again. With the release of her weight I doubled up, wheezing and sobbing in agony, my head awkwardly pressed trembling against her solid thigh. "I'll let you recover for a bit. I might even wank you off again before I carry on working on your balls" "No, please! Sandra! No ... more" I sobbed. I felt the muscles in her leg flex as she stepped away from me. She gazed down at me and moved a hand to her vagina. She began rubbing herself as she watched me trying to recover from the damage she'd inflicted. She enjoyed my continuing pain as I sobbed and begged her to let me go. "No way. Not yet. I've not finished playing with you," she said softly but determinedly as she continued to finger herself. I continued to moan and plead with her but she ignored me. Then she grinned broadly at me, turned away and left the room. As I lay there in pain, I realised I had to persuade her that I really had had enough. But what if she just wouldn't listen to me? But she'd have to, wouldn't she? She was my friend. The worst of the pain gradually began to ease away. She intended to "carry on working" on my balls? God, they were hurting from the "work" she'd given them already! I had tears drying on my cheeks. I really couldn't take any more. She was just too strong. And too cruel. I'd just have to get her sympathy, get her to show me mercy. But she'd be loving every second of it! If she did give me any mercy, she wouldn't give it away easily. I was adrift in these uneasy thoughts when the door opened and Sandra stepped in. I snapped back into focus and instant lust. Her high-heeled shoes were red. Her stockings were dark and shiny. She filled the doorway with her imposing frame. The heels and stockings made her taller and changed the shape of her legs, giving even more definition to her muscles. The effect was exactly the one I'd described to her when she'd asked me about my fetishes. I hadn't said anything about stockings, but she was right. My penis was straining. But as I gazed at her I remembered what else I'd said. Something about how those heels could be used to hurt someone. I started to panic at the thought of her using those dangerous heels, her weight and her strength to do more "work" on my tenderised balls. She sauntered towards me, those muscles clearly flexing as she slowly transferred her weight from step to step, heels digging deep into the carpet, floorboards creaking below her. Her heavy breasts swayed as she approached. She looked down at my erection and smiled, pleased with the effect she was having there. Then she looked into my face. She registered my look of panic and began laughing. "What's the matter with you? I'm not going to knee you in the balls again or anything, you baby! That was for not controlling yourself, wasn't it?" "I know" I gulped. "But you said you were going to carry on ... you know ... hurting me!" "Well, I might! But I don't want to knee you in the balls again. My knee's sore! Can't imagine what your balls must be like" she laughed. "But I think I said I'd wank you off again. Do you still want me to do that? It certainly looks as if you'd like me to!" My penis was drooling. "God, Sandra, of course I do!" I was helpless. "But my balls still really hurt! I mean really! I can't describe it!" She looked intrigued. "OK. Maybe I won't hurt them too much. Just play with them a bit more. I mean, I'll hurt you ... but not too much. OK?" "Well ... " I began weakly. "Oh for goodness sake! Look, I'm going to give you an amazing orgasm, and then I'm just going to play with your balls for a bit. Then I'll untie you and we can ... well ... get back to normal!" "But my balls really hurt!" "I know! That's why I want to play with them!" she grinned. "But I promise I won't hurt you too much more. OK?" I gulped. "But what if ... what if I don't want to?" I realised how feeble that was as soon as I said it. She smiled. "Lets put it like this ... " she ticked it off on her fingers. "What I'm going to do to you is I'll wank you off, then I'll play with your sore balls as much as I feel like. And then I'll get you to bring me off again - didn't I mention that? And then we'll finish. If you don't agree, I'll be disappointed in you and I'll probably be really nasty to you. And you wouldn't want that. But if you agree, I might be more gentle with you. OK?" I gulped. "OK" I agreed. I really wasn't sure what I was agreeing to. I was scared of her as much as she aroused me. She smiled, lifted one wicked heel and pressed it against the base of my erect penis. I gasped. The pain was both sharp and deep. "Now ask me to wank you off" she said softly. I just groaned with lust as I gazed at her powerful leg. She pressed harder and I cried out. "Oh please ... please will you wank me off Sandra?" I squeaked. "OK ... I'm going to wank you off" she said slowly as she jabbed her heel. "I'm going to make you come!" she jabbed again. "Then what do you want me to do?" I knew I had to follow the script, or things could get worse for me. Much worse. I wasn't sure how far Sandra would go, but I was afraid of those heels. "Could you ... " I swallowed, " ... play with my balls, please?" "Hmmm ... " she said, still roughly prodding my erection. "Do you mean your sore balls?" "Yes please! Will you play with my sore balls a bit, please?" "Hmmm ... OK! How rough do you want me to be?" I gulped again and winced as she began digging at my dripping glans. The edge of the heel was rough and sharp. "Please ... please be as rough as you want to be, Sandra". I knew this was the only thing to say. "But please don't hurt me too much" I pleaded. She didn't like that last bit. Before I could retract it she dragged her heel down my sensitive penis, making me squeal in pain and fear. Then she leaned more weight onto the base of my erection. "I'll be as rough as I want to be, just like you asked, OK?" "OK!!" I quickly agreed, eyes watering as she kept her heel pressing heavily into my soft flesh. "But first, you want me to make you come?" she jabbed her heel again as she said the last word, her leg muscles quivering and her breasts shaking. This sharp but bruising pain made me gasp and double-up as far as I could. My balls were still aching and this new pain added a whole new level of agony and trepidation. "Don't you?" she cruelly jabbed again. "Aaargh! Oh yes! Yes please!" I blurted. She smiled and mercifully removed her heel. She looked down at me. I was spread-eagled below her, legs tied wide apart. She was standing between them, looking at my vulnerable cock and balls. She raised her foot and roughly pushed me to the floor again, this time catching me with her heel. Then she leaned one hand behind her on the table for balance and began probing my balls with that sharp stiletto. My balls slid around under her interrogating heel. I was fearful, but it didn't hurt too much. She was being gentle. I gazed up at her powerful legs. I smiled a little. With lust and longing. "I'd really love to tie your balls to something I could stand on" she purred. "I wonder if you'd be smiling then?" She laughed at my terrified reaction. "Hmmm ... an idea for later, perhaps! Sit up now" She sat down close between my outstretched thighs, straddling me with her own muscular legs. Her magnificent breasts were inches from me. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. She was all around me. I felt overwhelmed by her powerful aura. She reached forward and engulfed my cock in one hand while her other surrounded my balls in painful promise. Then both hands went to work. I was soon in agony. I tried to just take what was happening to me, what Sandra was doing to me, but the pain and the repeatedly frustrated need to orgasm was soon too much. I desperately pleaded with her. But she carried on - intuitively and sadistically balancing the pleasure and the pain in favour of the pain. I begged her to stop. She laughed. "What do you want me to stop? This?" and she gave my penis a slow stroke that made me shudder in pleasure. "Or this?" She crushingly kneaded my balls. "My balls!" I cried out in a strangled voice. "Sorry? Which? This?" she mangled my balls again. "Or this?" she gave my penis a brief rub as I yelled in pain. "Oh please stop hurting my balls!" I sobbed. She sighed. "OK, I suppose. I mean, I've got to actually let you come sometime, haven't I? You wanted me to wank you off ... and then I'm going to be as rough as I want to be with your sore balls, do you remember?" "Yes, but ... you're already hurting my ... sore balls!" I tried to complain. She laughed. Her hand was still gently playing with my erect penis. "That wasn't hurting them! Well, maybe a bit! But now I'm going to wank you off, like we agreed, and then hurt your sore balls, like we agreed. They are sore aren't they?" she gave a gentle squeeze that made me cry out. "Oh, god! Yes! They're really really sore now! Please don't ... " "Good! And then you're going to ... pleasure me. Let's get on with it then!" She let go of my balls and paid all her attention to my penis. She wasted no time in making me come. She wasn't interested in my pleasure. She took her hand away as soon as my orgasm started, and watched amused as I ejaculated. Then she suddenly gripped my balls in both hands, pulling them towards her. "Did you enjoy that?" Before I could catch my breath to reply she squeezed hard, leaned back, and raised her legs. The wrench on my balls was agonising. She wrapped her heavy legs around me, and locked her ankles. This time the total agony knocked me out cold. I vaguely remembered the feeling of my waist and ribs being crushed by her muscular legs. And my balls feeling like they were going to tear away from my body. But it was too much. I gradually became aware that my cheeks were being slapped sharply, that Sandra was sitting astride me, and that I felt like I'd been hit by a car. "Ah! So you're back with us?" She stopped slapping me. My cheeks were burning. I thought some ribs might be broken. My balls were in absolute agony, throbbing their pain into my gut. "We haven't finished yet, have we?" She grinned down at me, and again began pleasuring herself. "You're not enjoying this at all, are you?" I struggled to make a reply. Tears were seeping from my eyes. "No" I managed. She looked down at me. "That's a pity. I am!" She climbed off me and stood over me, looking down as I gulped for breath and writhed to ease the pain in my balls, my ribs and my bound wrists. Then she stalked slowly around me on her high heels, floorboards creaking, one hand still on her crotch. She waited until I'd recovered a little - circling me, enjoying me writhing in pain, pleasuring herself. She stopped with a foot either side of my head, facing my spread-eagled legs and the table. I heard the floorboards groan under her weight. I gazed up at her, and suddenly realised what was about to happen. I began to rear up, but she dropped and settled herself down on me. I quickly tried to turn my face, but she soon had my head pinned beneath her strong thighs and her genitalia pushed against my mouth. She was saying something but I couldn't hear what it was. I just started licking and probing desperately but her weight bore down on me unbearably. Then she raised herself slightly so my tongue could get on with its task more effectively. She was already aroused and wet and she soon had another series of crushing orgasms. When she climbed off me, I began to feel relief. Not just the immediate relief from her crushing weight, and the relief of being able to breathe. I had no relief from the pain of my injuries, but I was relieved that we'd reached the conclusion. So relieved that we'd reached the conclusion. Part of the torture she'd put me through had been the fearful uncertainty of what she would want to do to me next. Now a pattern was being completed. She looked at me and grinned. "Phew! Wow! That was pretty amazing, wasn't it! Are you OK?" "How do you mean?" I groaned with attempted humour, given the situation. She laughed. "Sorry! I know I hurt you. But I mean ... do you think you'll enjoy remembering this? Will it be a turn-on?" "Wow, yeah!" I laughed with her. Despite what we'd been through, I began to feel embarrassed about being tied up and helpless. And about our nakedness. And about the whole situation. Something terrifying but beautiful was beginning to recede. We were ... what was the phrase Sandra had used? Getting back to normal. It seemed to be affecting her, too. She gave me an embarrassed but coy look. "I'm really sorry that I hurt you so much, even if I enjoyed it." "Wow! That's OK ... you bitch!" we both laughed again. "Alright, I'd better untie you now." The sense of relief at those words was so welcome. She moved over to me, got me to sit up, and began working at the bonds on my numb hands. She coughed. "Do you think we'll ... err ... ever do this again?" "Well ... " I began. I didn't want to sound ungrateful. But I really didn't want to go through this again. I remembered her saying something about wanting to stand on my balls! Given another opportunity, I was afraid she'd do just that. I didn't want to imagine the pain. And what else would she think up, given time to prepare? No way was it going to happen again. "I don't know, really ... maybe!" My hands were finally free. I carefully began rubbing the circulation back into them. Sandra moved to my side. "You don't sound very keen!" she observed. "I suppose I'm not really, not at the moment" I said in embarrassment. "You really hurt me there; I mean really really hurt me." My hand went down to my bruised balls. "I didn't think you were so strong. Or ... cruel!" I admitted. She seemed embarrassed herself. Her breathing quickened. "I didn't think I could be so cruel, either! I don't know what came over me! But with you all tied up and vulnerable, and with a hard-on most of the time, and your balls so tempting ... " she looked at them, "...and when you looked frightened at what I'd do next ... " she looked me in the eye, "...I just started to ... Oh fuck it!" She pounced on me, knocking the air from my lungs. She grabbed my arms and pinned me to the floor. Though my arms were not tied they were no use against her muscles, her weight, and her determination. And my legs were still tied spreadeagled. I cried out as a fearsome knee roughly pushed against my still aching balls. My mind reeled. She laughed with cruel glee. "Just one last time. Just because I can. And just because I want to ... !" She raised her powerful leg ... I began screaming. At the end, when we're about to finish, she pauses, gets excited, and apologizes for the fact that she can't resist kneeing me in the balls one last time. End of story After the next bit, she wants to stand one ball with her heel, but can't do it in this position. She verbally works out how she could re-arrange me and do it, but only threatens for now. offers to test me, I'm not to come or submit for 5 mins. If I do I get the knee again, if not I get a full blow job. She teases and tortured me for 41/2 mins and I'm desperate not to come or not to submit. She praises me. Then brings me off before time's up. I'm scared and begging, but she's going to do it for the orgasm (she's fingering herself again). I'm terrified and trembling. Then she offers that I can lick her to orgasm instead. I desperately agree. She sits on my face and I bring her off. Then she praises me and plays with me while asking how it felt when she was squeezing my balls and I couldn't submit. Gets me to tell her what it felt like to be kneed in the balls. I can't. She says she'll help me. She'll do it again. Just to record a thought - what if he were to talk Julie into torturing his balls, and they were aroused enough for penetration? Then she might want to do it frequently. Would that bring them closer on a different level again? They might not have the opportunity to play with each other until their next exotic holiday. Wouldn't that be an amazing holiday? And why not? Shall he try and make his core erotic and existential fantasies come true? With the wife he's frustratedly wished for - "recognising her beauty, her erotic attraction, her physical strength, her self-deprecating joking about having a "nasty side" that I really wanted to let her let free on me in erotic torture with her as the sadistic torturer." Description of Julie - darker and more attractive - taller, more curvy, great tits, big strong hands, bit of a Renaissance belly, lean strong legs. Not as heavy, but heavy enough. Possibly as strong. With a "nasty streak"! And Sandra was suggesting that I should tell Julie we'd done this!