The Coming Matriarchy - Chapter 2 - Lilith and Delilah vs. Adam - Training and Teaching

The first story in this series is The Coming Matriarchy - Chapter 1 - Lilith vs. Adam - Capture.

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The Coming Matriarchy - Chapter 2 - Lilith and Delilah vs. Adam - Training and Teaching

A university sophomore, my friend Delilah was nineteen years old, was five feet tall, weighed only ninety pounds, and was completely new to Female Supremacy, weight lifting and martial arts. Thus, the Sisterhood thought it best if she participated in a training session before she proceeded with her formal education. Delilah agreed. She wasn’t in any hurry because she hadn’t yet selected a male she wanted. A straight “A” student, she wanted to do this like she did everything else — that is, perfectly.

I had agreed to let Delilah participate in Adam’s training session. I was a bit concerned whether Delilah would be comfortable with my training philosophy. A majority of women preferred a CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) scenario for capture (if possible), training, or both. They cited the inherent power disparity in CFNM. While I understood, I disagreed. Although I sometimes found CFNM agreeable when appropriate in everyday living, I preferred that both me and the male be nude during both capture and training. I found it made the resulting sessions more raw, primitive and primal. Both of us being nude made it appear that the conflict was fair — as fair as it could be when one party had weak and vulnerable testicles — so it was all the more disheartening when the male was defeated in battle or succumbed to training, and removed any vestiges of an excuse. Us both being nude also enhanced my sexual power over the male. Finally, call me a traditionalist, but both the Goddess and the male “god” were nude during the primordial First Battle. Thus, both Adam and I remained nude.

I explained my philosophy to Delilah and the fact it would require her also to be nude. To my surprise, she readily agreed. She happily disrobed, revealing a lithe body, waxed pussy, and A-cup breasts. Her body was complimented by her pixie face and short brunet hair.

Delilah’s first concern was me. “Did he hurt you? Are you ok?,” she asked. “Those pictures you sent me, and now today….”

“Don’t worry, I’m completely fine. Adam put up a good fight,” I said, pointing to my black eye. “He has excellent pain tolerance and fought to the end. I am proud of him.”

“You like the fact he put up a good fight?”

“Yes. Is it more of an accomplishment to break a wild horse or one that is docile? Is it more of an accomplishment to train a vicious pit bull or a tractable golden retriever?”

Delilah looked thoughtful. “I understand.”

It was 10:00 a.m. I had allowed Adam to sleep in late to help him recover from his ball beatings the previous day. I took Delilah to my master bedroom to see the results. Still sleeping, Adam laid spread eagle on his back on the king size bed to avoid even the slightest pressure on his balls. His scrotum was still completely black, his balls were now swollen to three times their normal size, and his cock was still badly bruised. As I observed the prior day, his broken nose added character to his previously flawless face.

I sat on the edge of the bed. Given their bruising, I very gently cupped Adam’s balls in my right hand. I squeezed — again, very gently — and said, “Adam, it is time to wake up.”

Adam woke up, groggy and groaning from the pain emanating from his balls. He looked at me, taking in my whole body as if the the first time. He instantly became hard. I smiled. Even if his tumescence was caused only by the sight of my nude body, it pleased me that he became hard with no penis stimulation while I held his balls giving him pain. That by itself would be a good start. Nonetheless, it was my hope that his testicular pain was contributing to him becoming hard.

“We have company. This is Delilah,” I said. “She is going to participate in our activities today.”

Adam looked at Delilah, and tried to cover his hard cock and swollen balls with both of his hands.

“Don’t be shy, let Delilah see your cock and balls,” I said, using my left hand to move his hands away from his groin as I more vigorously squeezed his balls in my right hand. Adam groaned, bent slightly at the waist and complied. “When you are in the presence of a woman, you must never try to cover or protect your cock and balls. Do you understand?”

Adam looked at me and said, “I can’t do this.”

“Do what, dear?,” I replied.

“Submit, be submissive, whatever you think is going on, whatever it is you want. And particularly not in front of her.”

I spoke to Delilah as if Adam wasn’t there, and would continue to do so every time I talked to her. At the same time, it was important Adam hear every word I said — at least while he was conscious. I told Delilah, “It is one thing for a male to submit to his girlfriend, it is quite another for him to do so in front of a witness — particularly when that witness is a young attractive woman. It looks like Adam needs a lesson that he must be deferential to all women, not just to me.”

I addressed Adam, “You say you can’t do ‘this.’ What do you propose to do about it?”

“I have to leave. I can’t stay here and be part of this,” Adam replied.

Still holding Adam’s balls to hold him in place, I addressed Delilah. “It is common for a willful male to be rebellious after being beaten once, or in our case even multiple times on a single day. To tell themselves that it was a fluke. They can’t accept the fact that their balls — the core of their masculinity, the source of their male pride and burgeoning muscles — make them weak, vulnerable and inferior. That these external ‘off buttons’ make them unfit to fight a woman.”

I turned to Adam. “How did it turn out the last time you tried to leave without permission?”

“You cheated.”

“How did I cheat?”

“You attacked my testicles. You’re holding them now.”

I turned to Delilah and said, “[Lisa Wade found that men have a tacit agreement among themselves not to attack each other’s testicles. Men have entered into this agreement to preserve the ‘mythology’ that ‘[m]en are stronger than women.’ Wade noted that when a guy goes down from a groin attack ‘he… reveals masculine superiority isn’t natural.’](https://medium.com/mel-magazine/why-men-have-an-unspoken-pact-never-to-kick-each-other-in-the-balls-cdf0c41871a) We, the Sisterhood, believe women never entered into this agreement, and certainly are not bound by it.”

To Adam I simply said, “There is no cheating where there are no rules.” I took my hand off of his balls. “You say you want to leave. Your clothes are still by the front door. Do you really want to fight me again in the living room?”

“What about her?” Adam said, pointing to Delilah.

“She won’t interfere.”

“Then yes, I will fight you in the living room.”

I stood up, turned around and started walking toward the living room. Groaning as his balls jostled, Adam somehow struggled off of the bed to attack me from behind. Delilah screamed and backed away. Hearing Adam’s groan and Delilah’s scream, I spun around and put him in a bear hug, my nude body skin to skin against his nude body.

Obviously, I could have easily reached down and grabbed Adam’s balls. Just as obviously, Adam needed to punished for his nefarious sneak attack, and would be — later. However, for now I had a different lesson to teach.

Given the difference in our heights, my face was buried against his chest and his hard nine inch cock was pinned sticking upward against my stomach and between my C-cup breasts. I looked up at his face as I started to undulate and gyrate against his hard cock. Adam tried to push me away by my shoulders, but looked surprised when he wasn’t able to easily do so — he was weakened by both his ball beatings the previous day and by my current sexual assault. I hung on tight and responded by undulating and gyrating harder. Adam began moaning. I could feel the first bit of precum against my skin.

“What are you doing?,” Adam asked between moans.

“Making love to you. My way,” I replied.

When I tilted my head down, I noticed Delilah staring at us, pinching both of her nipples.

I bit Adam’s left nipple as I continued to undulate and gyrate against his cock. Adam moaned from pain and lust. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I added more of an upward and downward motion to my continued undulations and gyrations. I teased and fingered Adam’s asshole — a feeling he should be familiar with. Adam began to moan constantly and started to move against me. I bit Adam’s right nipple. He moaned. I could feel more precum against my stomach. I quickened my undulations and gyrations. Adam was breathing rapidly. His precum was now a stream. I continued to undulate and gyrate against Adam’s cock, going faster and faster. Adam’s precum was now a river. His moaning grew louder.

I placed my right leg behind Adam’s left leg and tripped him onto his back on the carpeted floor. I quickly climbed onto him inserting his rock hard cock ruthlessly into my vagina as I assumed the reverse cowgirl position. I impaled myself on Adam’s entire nine in cock to the base. I grabbed one of his balls in each hand.

Again, I could have crushed his balls into submission. Again, I had a different lesson to teach.

I saw Delilah sitting on the floor, back against the wall, legs bent and spread, playing with her bare pussy with her right hand as she squeezed her hard right nipple with her left hand, moaning.

I rode Adam while I crushed his balls and pulled them away from his body. Given his badly bruised to black scrotum and hideously swollen balls, as well as the fact there already was blood in his semen, I womanhandled, crushed, and pulled his balls at only twenty-five to thirty percent of the force I used in our fight the previous day. (Also, the amount of testicular pain that would eventually become necessary for Adam to cum was less than the amount of testicular pain that eventually would be used for punishment.)

Still moaning in pain and pleasure, Adam started to roll us over so he would be on top. I could have easily remedied that simply by squeezing his balls harder. Given the lesson I was teaching, I instead started doing kegel exercises on his cock — hard. Adam gasped, began moaning even louder, and collapsed backwards onto his back, temporarily paralyzed. I rode his cock hard, slowly at first and then picking up the pace, squeezing the entire time.

I was horny as hell and sopping wet, but did something Adam, being male, couldn’t do — that is, exercise self-control, self-discipline, and self-restraint. I would cum later, but for now I was in control of myself, and thus in control of both Adam’s cock and Adam’s ability to orgasm. Little did he know that I would soon have control of his cock and his ability to orgasm at all times.

I continued to ride Adam’s cock, bear down on my kegels, and womanhandle his balls. I brought the head of his cock to the entrance of my vagina, rotated, gyrated, and undulated on, and squeezed, it hard, and then slowly took his entire cock as I continued to rotate, gyrate, undulate and squeeze. I worked his cock in three dimensions. I repeatedly increased the vertical pace, rotations, gyrations, undulations and squeeze pressure until Adam was just about to cum, only to back off just before he could cum, and/or squeeze his balls harder to keep him from cumming. I repeated the process with variations, driving him mad with need. Adam was the recipient of a veritable jazz solo of Female Superior Sex. I lost track of how many times I edged him to the point of cumming only to deprive him of release.

I turned back to look into Adam’s eyes. I saw submissive recognition that he wasn’t fucking me, I was fucking him. That I was in control.

The simple truth was that my vagina controlled Adam’s cock, as it should be. He got hard when I wanted him to get hard. Adam would cum only if and when I allowed him to cum.

Finally, Adam said the magic word, “Please.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I replied. I pulsated the squeezes of his balls as I rotated, gyrated, and undulated on, and squeezed, his cock.

Between moans Adam responded, ”No, No, I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please.”

“When you are in the presence of a woman, you must never try to cover or protect your cock and balls. Do you understand?” I held the entrance of my vagina around the head of his cock, going up and down on, rotated, gyrated, and undulated on, and squeezed, the head.

Adam was borderline inarticulate and had been edged to the point of moaning delirium. Eventually, he was able to utter, “Yes, yes, I understand.”

“Do you agree?” Tilting far backward, I went up and down on, rotated on, gyrated on, undulated on, and squeezed the frenulum on the underside of the head of his cock.

“Yes, I agree. Please. Please”

“For a male, sexual pleasure comes with testicular pain. Do you want that? Do want ball pain?” I pumped Adam’s cock with my vagina up and down slowly and powerfully, again rotating, gyrating, undulating and squeezing on the length of his cock and head. Desperate, he thrust up from beneath me. I pulled my vagina almost off his cock to deprive him of contact.

Adam whimpered. “Yes, yes, I want ball pain.”

“Beg.” I took his cock all the way to the base, again increasing my pace. Once I had taken all of it, I rotated, gyrated, undulated and squeezed on the full length of his cock.

“Please, I am begging you. Please let me cum. Please.”

“No,” I said. “Beg for pain.” I crushed he balls tighter and pulled them farther away from his body as I continued to ride him.

Still hard, still thrusting from underneath Adam screamed, “Please give me ball pain. Please. I’m begging you. Please. Ball pain. Please.”

Adam’s begging could use some work, but it sufficed for the first time. I increased my pace riding up and down on the full length of his cock, rotating, gyrating, undulating and squeezing on his cock as hard as I could.

“Cum,” I commanded.

Adam screamed as I fucked his brains out and mauled the hell out of his Goddess damned balls. His body convulsed beneath me as he came, pumping what seemed like a quart of cum into my vagina. His cum still had blood in it. Adam screamed “oh Goddess, oh Goddess.” I dug my thumbs into his balls and pressed hard. He screamed louder, bent at the waist, and tried to roll into the fetal position but couldn’t because I sat on his pelvis, still empaled on his still rock hard cock.

I heard higher pitched screaming and saw Delilah cumming, her whole body shuddering, as she rapidly fingered her clit and vulva with both hands.

Having established my sexual superiority over Adam, and my sexual control of his cock, I let myself go. I came, screaming as my entire body convulsed from my head to my toes, my orgasm enhanced by both Adam’s pain and his submission to the power of my vagina. I still rode his cock, draining the last drop of his cum. My body was suffused with pleasure.

Instinctively, I placed a hand over each of Adam’s balls, leaned forward, and crushed his balls into the floor, putting my weight on them. Adam shrieked and began thrashing like a bucking bronco, further stimulating both my clit and my G spot. I came again, convulsing wildly. I put more weight on his balls, causing him to thrash more, which in turn stimulated my clit and G spot even more, creating a self-reinforcing cycle where Adam’s testicular pain led directly and physically to my sexual pleasure, which in turn caused me to give him more testicular pain, etc. His shrieks and thrashing body drove me to orgasm after orgasm. I thought they would never end. When they finally did, I felt satiated and happy not only from the orgasms, but also from what had been accomplished.

Finally, Adam’s body went entirely limp. He had passed out for the second time in two days. I don’t think even Adam could tell whether it was from pain, pleasure or both — assuming there was any difference at that point. I took my hands off his balls, turned around, straddled his stomach, placed my hands on his chest, and looked down at his face. He looked peaceful and serene. I smiled at the significance of the occasion. I was again proud of him. He had maintained a rock hard erection through a not insignificant amount of testicular pain. We were making progress.

I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I returned to the bedroom with a towel and cleaned and checked on Adam. He was still unconscious but otherwise ok — though I certainly added to the damage to his balls. Significantly, he never asked me to stop hurting his balls as long I was riding his cock. His cock, once so long, thick, strong and powerful now lay limp and shriveled against his thigh, the perfect metaphor for male “strength” when faced with the power of a woman.

I sat on the bed and looked at Delilah, who looked satiated and lethargic sitting against the wall. “Come here,” I said.

Delilah crawled over to me. She sat on the floor between my legs, and leaned against my thigh. She looked up at me and said, “I’m so sorry for not coming to your defense. I panicked. I froze. It happened so quickly. I’m ashamed of myself.”

I stroked her hair. “It’s ok. As it turned out, it was for the best. It gave me an opportunity to teach Adam a lesson I wouldn’t have been able to teach had you interfered. As for freezing, that was natural given the lifetime of patriarchal conditioning you have to overcome. The patriarchy has conditioned you to fear men. There is no reason to fear men once you know the truth, are enlightened and have minimal training.”

“The battle was very different than I thought it would be. Adam wanted to fight you, but you turned it into something sexual. You fucked him into submission. You made him beg to cum.” Delilah shook her head in awe. “You even made him beg for pain. And the amount of testicular pain and damage you inflicted…. It was like you could do anything you wanted to him as long as he was inside you.”

“Well, fighting and beating the male is necessary. I fought and beat Adam yesterday, and I undoubtedly will in the future. Even the best and most enlightened of males — and no male is better or more enlightened than Adam — are genetically and inherently predisposed to violence and irrationality. They need the strong hand of a woman to keep them under control. As for fucking Adam into submission, any enlightened woman can do that. The simple truth is that males are sexually inferior to women. Women can have multiple orgasms; males can have only one and then must wait out the ridiculous refractory period. Males are simple stimulus - response animals. The cannot control whether or not they get hard. They cannot control whether or not they orgasm. The vagina controls the cock. Any enlightened and minimally trained woman can use her vagina to make a male hard, make a male orgasm, deprive a male of an orgasm, keep a male hard and desperate as long as she wants, and make a male beg for release.

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but why did you hurt Adam’s balls while you were riding him? It seemed to be unnecessary. It looked like you could control him just by making him excited beyond reason and controlling his ability to cum.”

“It’s ok, you can ask me anything.” I continued to stroke her hair as I looked into her eyes. “I hurt Adam’s balls for three reasons. First, simply because I wanted to. It gives me sexual pleasure to inflict testicular pain on a male. This desire is instinctive in women, but has long been suppressed by the patriarchy. Evidence of this instinctive desire still arises despite such suppression. Have you ever seen women who have witnessed a male being kicked in the balls? How they smile, giggle, and laugh? The pleasure it gives them? Second, inflicting testicular pain helped me beat patriarchal programming out of Adam — though there is still work to be done in that regard. Third, it was the first step in addicting Adam to testicular pain. Eventually, he will be physically incapable of having an orgasm without testicular pain. Or, more precisely, testicular pain will be necessary but by itself insufficient for Adam to have an orgasm. My consent, express or implied, will also be required. So tell me, did it make you sexually aroused, did it make you hot, to see me inflict pain on Adam’s balls?”

Delilah blushed. “Yes it did. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It made me wet. I had to touch myself.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I smiled. “Have you ever inflicted physical pain on a male? Have you ever physically hurt or injured a male?”

“No. I mean, I’ve always wanted to. I’ve looked at videos and read stories. But I was afraid the male would hurt me.”

“Would you like to hurt Adam? Would you like to inflict testicular pain on him? I can guarantee that he couldn’t hurt you.”

Delilah looked up at me with hunger in her eyes. She brought a hand to her breast. “Yes! I really do want to hurt him, hurt his balls. I want to hurt him very badly.”

“Then let’s proceed with the lessons for both you and Adam. It is time to wake Adam up.”

I went to where Adam was laying on his back on the floor, kneeled down between his legs, gently grabbed his balls, and started squeezing, very slowly increasing the pressure. After a while, Adam began to groan, woke up, and tried to roll into the fetal position. I loosened the pressure, but still maintained minimal force. “No, no fetal position for you. We have to get you onto the bed.” I started to slowly stand up, maintaining my grip on Adam’s balls, pulling him up by his balls. Adam scrambled to his feet. I led Adam by the balls to the bed. “Get on the bed on your back and spread your legs,” I instructed. Adam complied.

I addressed Delilah. “I need to get some equipment.” I went to the closet and brought out two pair of leg shackles, and two pair of wrist shackles. “The shackles will guarantee that Adam cannot possibly hurt you.”

Adam looked at the shackles and said, “No, I won’t be chained up.” He rolled off the bed and crashed to the floor. He struggled to stand up, but finally succeeded. I was surprised, and to be honest somewhat disappointed, he had a modicum of will left. Nonetheless, his body was largely broken. He had been viciously ball beaten, anal raped, fucked into submission and twice rendered unconscious over the course of two days — and the second day wasn’t over yet. I stepped between Adam and the bedroom door. Adam barely raised his arms as if to fight. I simply did a snap-kick to his balls. Like my earlier snap-kick, this one was little more than a sack tap — again, my leg swung only from the knee, not from the hip. Unlike my snap-kick the previous day, this time Adam’s balls we’re already grotesquely bruised and swollen. As a result, Adam fell to the floor like a corpse.

I ordered Adam, “Get on the bed! Now!” He crawled to the bed on his hands and knees and dragged himself onto the bed. “Lay on your back! Spread your legs! Hands above your head! Now!” Adam complied, groaning the entire time.

It looked like that last little snap-kick was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It appeared Adam no longer possessed even a whit of will.

The shackles really were unnecessary given my presence and Adam’s current state, but would provide Delilah with a sense of security the first time she womanhandled a male’s balls. Thus, I shackled Adam’s wrists to the bedposts at the top of the king sized bed, and shackled his ankles to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Adam’s legs were spread as wide as possible.

I addressed Delilah. “First, I have to tell you a rule. I’m sure you would act in accordance with the rule even if you were not aware of it, but I’ll tell it to you anyway out of an over abundance of caution and to be a good teacher. The rule is you don’t touch a male without permission.

Delilah replied, “Without permission from the male?”

“No, no. The male has nothing to say about it. You don’t touch a male without permission from his owner.”

“What if the male doesn’t have a owner?”

“Then it is open season. But one must be wise. Though it is coming soon, we do not yet live in a matriarchal society. For now, the patriarchy reigns supreme. Thus, one has to be concerned about criminal and civil liability for assault and battery, false imprisonment, etc. Hence, my need to get blackmail material on Adam. In his case, such material will soon be unnecessary, if it isn’t already. Absent blackmail material or some other means of control, one must progress very gradually. Are you aware of the [boiling frog metaphor](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boiling_frog)?”

“Yes.”

“Absent blackmail material or some other means of control, one must ‘boil the frog’ very slowly. Alas, I was impatient with Adam and didn’t want to wait to ‘boil the frog.’ Instead, I used the threat of going to the police. We can talk about this again when you have decided to take your own man. For now, let’s get started. Sit between Adam’s legs.

Delilah crawled onto the bed like a panther and sat between Adam’s legs.

“Our primary goal today is not to punish, but instead to help Adam further associate testicular pain with orgasm. Our ultimate goal will be to make Adam an addict; that is, make it so that he cannot orgasm without testicular pain. For now, don’t touch his cock more than is necessary to get at his balls. Take your thumb and forefinger and wrap them around his scrotum beneath his balls.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Here, let me show you.” I demonstrated.

“Oh, I get it.” Delilah copied me. Adam moaned softly.

“Now close your fist around his balls. Don’t squeeze, just hold them softly.”

Delilah complied. Adam moaned. “Why is his sack black?,” Delilah asked.

“His sack — it is called the scrotum — is black because of the broken blood vessels that are indicative of bruising. Generally, post-beating scrotum colors range from yellow to blue to purple to black. The deeper the color, the more broken blood vessels and the greater the damage. Thus, black denotes the most damage. You have probably noticed that Adam’s balls — his testicles — appear swollen. They are swollen to three times their normal size. That is also indicative of a great amount of damage. For any male, even light pressure on the balls will cause great pain. Given Adam’s current damage, even less pressure will be required. The way to gage the amount of pain a male is feeling, and the amount of damage he may be suffering, it simply to carefully observe. First, his body. Is he writhing? Shuddering? Convulsing? Straining to escape his restraints? Are the muscles of his abs straining? Second, what sounds are he making? Is he moaning? Groaning? Screaming? Shrieking? How loud? Is he begging? How desperately? Has he reached the point where he is inarticulate? Don’t make the mistake of judging by pressure alone. And you can’t rely on either the color of his scrotum or the swelling of his balls because there is a delay in bruising; it is not instantaneous. They indicate the results of past ball beatings. Does this make sense to you?”

“Yes it does. I understand. I promise to pay close attention to Adam. I wouldn’t want to damage your property without your permission.”

“Good. Now very slowly pull Adam’s balls away from his body until he starts to moan.”

Delilah complied. Adam began to moan and bend at the waist, but was restrained by his wrist shackles.

“Know that once you are strong enough you could rip a male’s balls completely off of his body, castrating him. Here, let me demonstrate how you would do that.” I sat on the edge of the bed and took Adam’s balls from Delilah. I put his balls in my fist with an underhand grip and pulled — fast and hard — but stopped well short of ripping them off. I did double the distance from his balls to his pelvis.

Adam let out a loud, high-pitched, sustained shriek, and thrashed against both his leg and wrist shackles, his washboard abs straining as he tried to curl up, his body contorting. It looked like he was going into convulsions. He shrieked, “Please don’t castrate me. Please. Goddess. I am begging you. I’ll be good. Please.”

I became wet, and noticed the bed sheet underneath Delilah’s pussy was wet. I let go of Adam’s balls. His scrotum retracted a little bit. I nodded to Delilah, who gently took his balls back into her fist. Adam was whimpering. I stroked Adam’s hair and looked into his eyes. “I am not going to castrate you. I love you. I am in love with you. I won’t let anyone castrate you. You have nothing to worry about. I won’t castrate you unless you try to leave me. Do you understand?”

Adam replied, “Yes, I understand. Thank you.”

“Good boy.” I turned to Delilah and said, “Assuming you are strong enough, this may be the easiest way to castrate a male with your bare hands.” I took a ball in each hand. I placed a thumb on top of each ball with my fingers below. I dug my thumbs into his balls, deforming them. “You can rupture them if you apply enough pressure with your thumbs.”

I became even wetter. I wanted to touch myself, but refrained. Delilah began to play with her hard left nipple with her right hand. Again, Adam shrieked, thrashed against his shackles, and contorted his body. The convulsions returned. Again, Adam supplicated the Goddess, “Goddess, please don’t castrate me. Please Goddess. Please.”

I retracted my thumbs, maintaining minimal, uniform, constant pressure on his balls. I looked into his eyes. He collapsed back onto the bed whimpering, his breathing rapid and shallow, his abs still flexed. I softly said, “You have to learn to trust me. I said I wouldn’t castrate you unless you leave me. You are never going to leave me, are you?”

Tears in his eyes, Adam replied, “No, no. I mean yes, yes I am never going to leave you. Never. I promise.”

I smiled. “Then you have nothing to worry about. I will take good care of you. I was just demonstrating for Delilah. You want her to be safe from males, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to help me teach her, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes. I want to help.”

“Good boy.”

Delilah had been staring at Adam’s face the entire time. She looked at me with admiration. “He invoked the name of the Goddess. How did you get him to do that?”

“Yesterday, I ‘suggested’ that he supplicate the Goddess rather than some male ‘god’. He then endured a not insignificant amount of testicular pain. Afterwards, he was a good boy and appropriately thanked the Goddess for his orgasm when I raped him. Now, back to our primary goal. Apply uniform gentle pressure all around his balls. Be sure to inflict pain, but only a minimal amount. Again, do not touch his cock more than is necessary to get at his balls.”

Delilah complied.

Adam moaned. His abs flexed more deeply. He strained a bit against his restraints. But, he did not thrash. He did not beg. He was obviously in testicular pain, but it was also obviously minimal. He almost looked like this small degree of testicular pain was simply a normal part of his existence.

I began to pinch my engorged right nipple.

Delilah exclaimed, “He is becoming tumescent! He is almost half hard! And his refractory period is so short!”

“Excellent, he is beginning to associate testicular pain with sexual pleasure, as he should. Now, let’s reinforce the association. Slowly stroke his cock with your left hand as you continue to crush his balls to the same degree in your right hand. That’s it. Good, good.”

Looking into his eyes, Delilah slowly pumped Adam’s cock with her left hand as she crushed his balls in her right hand. Adam became almost fully erect. Adam moaned louder in pain and pleasure. He did not beg.

I became wetter. I noticed the stain underneath Delilah’s pussy was bigger. “Pump his cock faster. Use his precum as lubricant. Be sure to also rotate your hand on his cock and stroke the frenulum on the underside of the head.”

Delilah complied. Adam became fully erect. He ceased to strain against his shackles and began to pump his hips. His breath became rapid and shallow

“Now squeeze his balls harder.”

Again, Delilah complied. Adam bent at the waist, screamed, and strained against his shackles. His body thrashed. His cock remained hard.

“Pump his cock faster as you twist his balls, pull them away from his body and squeeze them harder.

Adam became rock hard. His body began to react to both the pleasure and the pain. On the one hand, his hips continued to pump. On the other hand, his abs somehow simultaneously contracted as he sought to bend at the waist. He thrashed against his restraints, and screamed like a banshee.

“You have the idea. Now use your feminine instincts. Keep Adam as hard as you can without letting him cum while at the same time giving him the maximum amount of testicular pain consistent with him remaining rock hard.” I began to play with my soaking wet pussy with both hands, stroking my labia and teasing my clit.

Delilah quickly straddled Adam’s massive right thigh, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against his quadriceps. Her clit stimulated by Adam’s thrashing thigh, Delilah began moaning. Flexible as a panther, she bent over and deep throated Adam’s entire nine in cock. She nursed on the head, licking the frenulum as she pumped his cock in her left hand and crushed his balls in his right hand. It turned out she was a prodigy; she played Adam’s instrument like a virtuoso. She soon had him on the constant edge of cumming at the same time his body thrashed against his restraints in shrieking agony.

Adam finally reached his breaking point. “Please stop. I’m begging you, please stop. I can’t stand it. Please.” he shrieked.

I addressed Adam, “Do you really want Delilah to stop?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

I asked Delilah, “Do you know what a ruined orgasm is? Can you give Adam a ruined orgasm?”

Delilah smiled ear to ear. “Yes, I’d be happy to give Adam a ruined orgasm.”

“Then we will give Adam what he wants, which is to stop. Give him a ruined orgasm and simultaneously take your hands off of his balls.

Adam interjected, “Wait, no. No, wait. I need to cum. Please. Please.”

I nodded at Delilah, who knew to keep Adam suspended at the edge of orgasm while we talked. I replied to Adam, “You know the rule. For a male, sexual pleasure comes with testicular pain. That is the natural order of things. Do you want to cum even though it means suffering ball pain? Or do you want relief from ball pain even though it means you will only have a ruined orgasm?”

Again, Delilah deep throated Adam’s cock, nursed on the head, and licked the frenulum as she pumped his cock in left right hand and mauled his balls in her right hand. Adam’s breath was rapid and shallow as he continued to buck his hips and thrash against his restraints.

“I need to cum, please I need to cum.”

“You know what to do.”

“Please, I’m begging you, please let me cum, please. Goddess. I’m begging. Please.”

“No! You don’t know what to beg for? Seriously? Are you kidding me? After I taught you? Delilah…

… “No, wait! Pain, please give me ball pain. I’m begging you for ball pain. Please. Goddess. Please. Give me ball pain.”

“Of course, whatever you want.” I turned to Delilah. “Give him what he begged for.”

Delilah redoubled her efforts to hump Adam’s thigh, abuse his balls, and extract the semen from his cock. Adam’s pumped his hips like a wild stallion at stud. Delilah beat Adam’s balls with her right fist, pumped his cock with her left hand, sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner, and humped his thigh in rhythm. Adam screamed as he came, almost bucking Delilah off of his thigh. Right after Adam came, Delilah came herself, screaming and humping on Adam’s thigh. Finally, I let go, cumming as I palpitated my G spot with my left middle finger and stroked my clit with my right index finger.

All in all, the results of this training session were most satisfactory. Delilah got her first experience womanhandling a male’s balls and proved adept; her feminine instincts were right on point. Adam was further conditioned to associate testicular pain with orgasm. I looked forward to working with both of them soon.


THE END
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Credit: I first saw a reference to the work of Lisa Wade in this post:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/DIeUUXmDat

For more on the work of Lisa Wade in this area, see:

https://psmag.com/social-justice/why-dont-more-men-hit-each-other-below-the-belt/


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