No Mercy No Rest For The Injured

Recently I had to have inguinal hernia surgery. The doctor said it was one of the worst he'd seen recently and that if I hadn't gotten it repaired, it could have been a real danger.

I was told to take it easy for a week or so, to rest, not do chores or labor, and no sex.

I, as well as my fiancé, Jess, had ignored doctors orders. She had still demanded I did most of the chores as usual.

If I complained about pain, she'd brush it off and say something like, "you can take it" or "you're fine stop crying".

She is a demanding woman, to put it mildly. But she's also very beautiful and sexy, with radiant dark hair and bright blue eyes and a curvy but firm body. I'm totally smitten with her and she knows it. She flaunts the fact that my residence is around her finger.

So, withing 48 hours of being home, my testicles swelled up to the size of two grapefruits and my scrotum, now the size of a melon, turned black.

On my third day post surgery I was on the couch. I couldn't even where pants. I had on underwear that I had cut the front crotch out of and a long nightshirt. This was late fall in a northern state and it had snowed the night before. Jess walked into the room.

She looked amazing. She was wearing a tight black sweater, black leather leggings and grey, thigh-high, high-heeled boots.

My penis stirred and spasmed and immediately started to swell, increasing the pain in my groin.

I said "Whoa what are you doing to me Gorgeous?"

She smirked and did a little turn as she asked me, a little mockingly, "Do I look nice?"

She was such an incredible tease.

"Ohhhh baby please....." I whined as I slid down off the couch onto my knees at her feet.

She walked over and put her foot on my bare thigh, her bootheel digging into my skin. She looked down into my loving eyes, touched my face with her manicured hand and said, "Poooor baby.....how's your balls?"

I pulled up my shirt, exposing the black ball of flesh between my legs that my naked penis was laying on. "Not real good Honey,"

She looked down with wide eyes and covered her open mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Wow look at that!" she said.

"Do they hurt?" she asked as she lightly bounced the toe of her boot off of my ballooned up balls in a light kicking motion.

I slumped my shoulders down even further in total surrender. " A little bit honey," I answered in a semi-moan.

In my position on my knees, legs spread, torso leaned back and slumped against the couch. My balls, in their current state, were actually touching the floor.

She smiled down at me with a bit of mischief in her eyes and said, "I just want to grind my heel right into them!"

She put her heel on my extremely vulnerable scrotum and started twisting it slightly back and forth, with just light pressure.

She looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

My arms were limp at my sides. i was totally helpless to her. "Oh baby please..." is all I could say.

"Please what?" Jess mocked.

"Do you mean, 'Please Jess, please step on my balls if it makes you happy, I can take it'?" she continued.

She was obviously enjoying my predicament. She increased the pressure and was actually stepping on my extremely compromised balls with her high heeled boots!

"Oh baby you're so beautiful you can do whatever you want" I managed to answer in a strained voice.

As she was grinding her heel into my balls the toe of her boot was brushing against and prodding my penis, which now was throbbing hard and leaking like crazy.

"That's a good boy" she said.

"Now go shovel that walkway. My friends and my sister are coming over to have some drinks since its so nasty out" she commanded.

She took her foot off of my scrotum and gave me a fairly robust kick in the balls which made me jump and then roll onto my side moaning in pain. She walked into the kitchen, presumably to prepare for her visitors.

I took a minute, then hauled myself up to go do her bidding.