In the kitchen

\[Based on a true story with artistic embellishment to make it more fun to read. Tease and denial and CNC in that we agreed to this sort of thing.\]

I had an ex-girlfriend who I shared the kink with, and I would tease her to get her to have fun with it.

One time when she was washing dishes after I cooked dinner I swatted her tight butt and thanked her for knowing her place in the kitchen.

"That's a good girl. Get those good and clean while I do the big jobs."

I leaned in and kissed her neck with a smile, letting her feel my height to accentuate my words. With her hands all wet and soapy in the dishwater, I assumed she wouldn't go through the mess of doing anything to tease me back. I was wrong.

At first she just rubbed her butt against me, into my thighs and groin. "Ha! I should slap you for that!" She said with a smile. But as she raised her damp palm and turned to face me, it wasn't to my face. She reached lower.

My cock was already semi hard from pushing against her backside, and I was wearing sweat pants to be comfortable in the kitchen. She went straight in and I could feel a heated rush as her fingers brushed against it and found a grip on... my balls. Oh fuck!

Her adorable smile went ear to ear as she latched on and yanked upward on my sack and it's tender contents! I yelped and found myself standing on my tiptoes, squeaking. "Gaahhh! My balls, my balls!"

"What about them? You're tall and tough, right? You're standing even taller right now, up on your toes. So intimidating. Right? Tell me what I can't do because I'm smaller."

I gasp and pant as the pain fills my abs. "The... the big jobs?!"

"Good job, smart man. I choose not to do them, and have you do them for me." Having shown me my height was no intimidation, she switched to tugging down and squeezed and brought me to my knees. "Ask me for permission to do the dishes for me."

I grunted and tried to withstand the pain, glancing up and seeing her smile and enjoyment of this effortless power over me. I hold out a little longer. But she just adjusts her grip and squeezes a bit harder and in just the right spot!

"Oh fuck!" I squeak. "You win, you win." I gasp and she lets up enough for me to think and speak easier. "Can I please do the dishes for you?"

She smiles wide and lets go. "No, but that's very polite of you. This is my job." She turns and goes back to the dishes, leaving me on my knees behind her, staring at her ass and now I'm as hard as a rock.

After a moment to recover, I get back to my feet and take out the trash as usual.