Favor for an Ex-Girlfriend, Part 1 (Ann, Ella, Michelle)

“Can you do a little favor for me?”

My first reaction was to ignore the message. Ann and I broke up more than two years ago, and we hadn’t talked for about a year and a half. That was probably best for me.

Ann has an amazing, sleek figure and perky breasts, red hair that she normally wears short, and brown eyes that always seemed to have an intense, searching quality. Despite being shorter than average, she has a powerful, dominant presence. I didn’t know how dominant until we started dating.

From the first time we made out, she was always in charge, telling me exactly how to please her: “Touch me here. Slower. Now quicker. Now use your tongue. Good boy!” Soon she began to give me casual but firm commands outside of the bedroom: “Sit. Be quiet and massage my feet while I read. Good boy!” It was embarrassing, especially when she did it around friends, but she had such a powerful, assertive aura that I always obeyed and rarely objected.

One night when I went to her apartment, her first words when I walked through the door were, “I’ve had the worst, most frustrating day ever.” She was in her last semester of a master’s degree in psychology, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be stressed out. I suspected that she was about to order me to get a hot bath ready for her or pour her a drink.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “Is there anything that I can do to make you feel better?”

“All I want right now,” she said with her piercing brown eyes fixed on me, “is to kick someone right in the balls.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, forcing a laugh even though I could tell she wasn’t joking.

“Yes,” she said pointedly, “Spread your legs.”

I stammered something like, “You’re not really going to...?” But I had instinctively obeyed her command and suddenly her running-shoe-clad foot shot up, and nauseating pain exploded in both of my balls. I crumpled to the floor with a whimper as a smile spread across her face.

“Good boy!” she said looking down at me, “Thank you for letting me do that, I feel better already!”

She bent down and comfortingly coaxed me back to my feet. Although the pain was intense, it was short-lived and I felt able to stand again quickly. But as soon as I was on my feet, her knee shot into my crotch, crushing both of my balls against my pelvis. The pain was even more intense this time, but she held my shoulders to stop me from sinking to the floor.

“Keep standing and keep your legs spread,” she ordered, “If I have to keep getting you back in position, it isn’t going to be as good for me.”

“I’m sorry,” I croaked a second before her knee impacted my balls again. My abdomen convulsed and the pain brought tears to my eyes. I was so focused on staying standing, that I was completely surprised when her knee slammed into my nuts again. This time a new, sharper pain made me break out in a cold sweat of panic. “I think you broke my balls,” I gasped.

Ann laughed, “They’re not broken. Take off your pants and let’s see.”

Pain mixed with fear as I hastily removed my pants and underwear. My balls were freshly shaved, the way Ann insisted I keep them, and my sac was now bright red. Even more worryingly, both of my balls were visibly swollen.

Ann kept unwavering eye contact with me was she leaned in. Her hand grasped both of my nuts. She rolled them between her fingers, applying different amounts of pressure as she said softly, “See, they aren’t broken. And they’ll stay safe as long as you remember that these belong to me. As long as you do everything I say, I’ll let you keep them attached. But if you make me mad, I’ll castrate you.”

Despite my terror, I felt my dick getting hard as she spoke. She wrapped her free hand around my hardon and angled it uncomfortably upward.

“Aww, see, I knew the idea of sacrificing your balls for me would get you hot. Hold this thing out of the way while I work off some more stress.”

I nodded and used my hands to hold my cock where she had positioned it. I was relieved that I was so hard. That must mean that she hadn’t done any serious damage. While I was thinking about this, Ann stepped back and carefully lined up her kick. I gasped in terror as my unprotected balls flew upward at the impact of her foot. A wave of intense pain followed a fraction of a second later. Before my body even had time to process it, Ann had launched her foot forward again. And then again and again so rapidly that I lost count. As the cumulative pain caught up, my dick crumpled into my hands, going limp even before cum started to spray upward, staining my shirt.

“Sit,” Ann commanded and I obeyed. She walked authoritatively toward me and trapped my soft dick and balls between the sole of her shoes and the hard floor. “I didn’t say you could cum,” she said with a stoney look of displeasure, “So now you need to clean up this mess you made and go home. How good a job you do will determine if you get to take your balls with you when you go. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Good boy,” she smiled as she pressed her foot down harder on my reproductive organs, and a fresh wave of pain brought tears to my eyes.

As I dutifully cleaned up the traces of my ruined orgasm, I wondered if I should break up with her. I was afraid that staying with her might literally cost me my balls. But the effortless power that she held over me was exhilarating and got me hot in ways that no other girl ever had.

We stayed together for a year after that, and that was only the first of many times that she subjected my nuts to unimaginable pain to help her release stress or because she thought it was funny or because she thought that I needed to learn a lesson.

She did it so regularly that I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to have kids, which is what led to our break-up conversation. She told me that she didn’t want kids, and if that was more important to me than being with her, then I should just find someone else.

Once we broke up though, no other girls excited me in the same way that Ann did. The closest I came to a serious relationship was dating a full-figured brunette named Michelle for a few months. But that didn’t last.

It had only been a couple of weeks since breaking up with Michelle when I got Ann’s message: “Can you do a little favor for me?”

Maybe I was feeling extra lonely after the breakup, or maybe I never really shook the impulse to do whatever Ann told me. Whatever the reason, I typed back, “Sure, what do you need?”

“It’s easier to explain in person,” she replied, “Come to my office.” She dropped a location into the chat, and I headed out the door.

~~

Ann was already working as a therapist by the time we broke up, but I hadn’t visited her office before now. It was a small suite of rooms decorated in a style that was both minimalist and warm, with glass-top tables and chesterfield chairs upholstered in soft, rose-colored fabric. Paintings of orchids adorned the walls. The receptionist, a young, chipper blonde girl, who introduced herself as Ella, ushered me into Ann’s office.

Ann was seated in a wingback chair whose fabric matched the chairs in the reception area. On the bookcase behind her, decorative vases broke up the space between rows of books. Ann was resting her clasped hands on her glass-top desk and greeted me with a restrained smile. She was even hotter than I remembered, and her professional blouse, black skirt, and shiny heels gave her an additional aura of authority.

The entire tableau made me feel small, and I was suddenly uncomfortably conscious of my balls hanging vulnerably between my legs. I was overwhelmed by the sense that she had instilled in me when we were dating that my nuts were totally in her control and their safety depended on my keeping her happy.

“Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to a rose-colored couch at the side of the room. I obeyed reflexively, and she continued, “Thanks for coming. I need to test something, and you’re the perfect guy to help me.”

The word “test” made me nervous. It was the same word that she used when she planned to do something unusually mean to my balls. For example, “I’m going to test what happens if I put ice on them for an hour before kicking them. I’m going to test if I can stand on one without popping it. I’m going to test how tight I can squeeze them in a vice.” I reflexively closed my thighs remembering how debilitating her “tests” always were.

“Yeah?” I said with a faint, nervous smile.

“Yes,” she said, “You know that a major population I serve is people with gender dysphoria, right? In appropriate situations, I have to write referal letters for them to get the care necessary to transition. Or, sometimes, I help guys who just want to be eunuchs.”

I nodded uncomfortably.

“Those are all well-established case types, with procedures in place to make sure that they get the best care,” she explained, “But lately I’ve been seeing something a little different. There are some Female-Led Relationships where the Domme wants a guy castrated just as a sign of her power.”

“Oh?” I asked, turning red.

“I knew you would understand,” Ann grinned, “You always got so excited when I talked about castrating you. If I hadn’t been nice and decided to let you go, I could easily have had you snipped. Even though you want to keep them so bad, I know you would have done it for me.”

I blushed harder and couldn’t speak.

“Just think, if I hadn’t been so generous, your balls would be in a jar on this shelf right now,” she laughed, “Well, anyway, I want to help other couples in that situation. The problem is that there isn’t the same sort of established process for cases like this. Some doctors might not agree to castrate a guy just to adjust the power dynamic of a relationship. I don’t want to recommend a surgeon to anyone until I know it will go smoothly. So, what I need is for someone to test which doctors will schedule surgery under those circumstances. That’s why I need you to schedule yourself for castration.”

“What?” I croaked, going cold with fear.

Ann let out a loud, delighted laugh. “Don’t worry! You don’t need to get your little balls removed for real. I’m still generous. I just need to know which doctors will schedule the operation. It will be like a little game. I can tell from that hardon that you like the idea.”

I shifted in embarrassment, trying to hide how hard she had made me. I couldn’t deny it though, the thrill of being back in Ann’s presence was overwhelming, and there was no way that I could say no.

“Uh, ok, I guess so,” I stammered.

“I knew you would,” she smiled coolly, “Now stand up and drop your pants and undies.”

“What? Why?” I asked in confusion.

“Don’t question me or I’ll castrate you for real,” she said seriously, “Just do what I say.”

I obeyed.

“Mmm, I see you still keep yourself shaved down there. Good boy,” she said as she strolled toward me. Suddenly, my balls were in her firm grip just like they had been so many times before. She was squeezing just tightly enough to cause discomfort and to make me aware that with a slight increase in pressure she could put me in serious pain. “When was the last time you came?” she asked clinically.

“Last week,” I said embarrassed. I’d fapped thinking about Michelle, but I didn’t share that detail.

“The referal letter I’m going to write will say that you’ve been locked in chastity 24/7 for two years with no orgasm, so I need you to play your part believably, ok?” she said as she gently kneaded my balls.

“Yes,” I responded, as I would have to any question she asked me in that situation.

“Good. Then I’m going to put this on you right away so that you have as much time as possible to get used to it,” she intoned softly as she took a small metal device out of her pocket.

“What...?” I asked anxiously, but was cut short by a sharp pain as her fingernails dug into my balls.

“Quiet,” she commanded, “This is the chastity cage you have to wear when you schedule the appointment. Now hold still while I put it on.” My mind struggled to come to terms with what was happening. This didn’t feel like a game anymore. How had Ann literally got me by the balls again so quickly? If she got that cage on me, how much more power would she have? And how would she use it? Was this her way of getting back together with me or punishing me for breaking up with her?

As my thoughts were racing, Ann was roughly pulling my balls and dick through a small metal ring. Then a burning sensation shot through my dick, and I realized that she was sticking something in it. “What the fuck!” I squealed.

“It’s a catheter. This is a flat cage, so it’s the only way you’ll be able to piss. Sorry I didn’t lube it first,” Ann giggled, “I needed it to hurt so you’d lose your hardon. Now I can get the cage closed.”

There was a loud click, and she stepped back, tauntingly dangling a key in the air before sliding it into her pocket. I looked down in horror. It was like I didn’t have a dick at all anymore. It was crammed so far back that there was just a smooth metal surface with a small opening for the catheter above my balls, which were pushed forward and trapped between the ring and the flat plate. The ring had two straps attached to it and, while I tried to make sense of what I was seeing, Ann led these straps around my thighs and locked them to a harness at the small of my back.

“There!” she said triumphantly, “Your dick is totally out of commission now until I unlock it!”

“What the fuck, Ann?” I pleaded, “You can’t just lock up my dick!”

“Obviously I can,” she laughed, “It will only be for a couple of weeks. To make sure your performance is believable.”

“I can’t stay like this for a week!” I begged.

Without warning, Ann swung her first directly into my balls, and I doubled over, coughing in pain.

“It’s so much easier to aim without your silly little dick in the way!” she mused and then turned coldly serious, “Don’t make me remind you again who’s in control here. If you’re a good boy, I’ll unlock you after you do the little favor for me. Otherwise, I might just keep you this way forever.”

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, clutching my aching nuts, “Come on, Ann, be nice. Please?”

She smiled warmly in a way that reminded me of when we were dating. “How nice I am depends on how obedient you are,” she cooed, “Now get out of here and start getting used to 24/7 chastity. By the time of your appointment, you have to seem like this is your normal life. Come back here one week from today at the same time and we’ll take the next steps.”

I hastily pulled my pants back up and scurried out of the office. I was too embarrassed to make eye contact with the cute receptionist, but as I rushed by she called cheerfully, “See you next week! You have our number in case you have a hard time between now and then, right?”

~~

Thanks to Ann, a “hard time” was what I couldn’t have that week. Fantasies of Ann filled my mind constantly now and left me more and more unsatisfied as the cage prevented me from fapping.

On the fourth day of being locked, my phone dinged three times in rapid succession. When I looked at it, I whimpered in frustration. Out of the blue, Michelle had sent three nudes. In the first one, she was looking hungrily at the camera while she touched her tongue to her thumb. In the second one, her left hand was caressing her amble breasts, making her nipples hard. The third one just showed the thin, well-groomed strip of hair between her curvaceous thighs.

In the weeks after Michelle and I broke up, I’d had sexual thoughts about her almost every day, until my reunion with Ann had hijacked my thoughts. Now, seeing Michelle’s stunning, soft body, I wished more than anything that we’d never broken up. It was so stupid. She’d started talking about marriage and wanting kids. I said I wasn’t ready to be tied down, which probably wasn’t the best choice of words. She accused me of hoping I’d meet some hotter girl, which was kinda true, although I didn’t admit that. And, long story short, we broke up. Why hadn’t I just played along? If I had, her breasts would be overflowing in my hands right now while I slipped into her from behind.

I felt my dick partially harden, but the caged pressed it up inside of me, making the feeling more nauseating than pleasurable. The discomfort of the cage wilted my erection almost immediately. Feeling frantic, I pulled at the cage desperate to get hard. But it was no use. Ann really had deprived me of all access to my own dick!

Then another text appeared: “I really miss you! I want your dick in me so bad PLEASE, just a hook up, nothing more, just one more time?”

My balls throbbed and my hand drifted helplessly to the place my dick would have been if the cage wasn’t inverting it. At that point, I would have given anything to fuck Michelle. But all I could do was type back, “sorry, I can’t.”

“FUCK YOU” she typed back, “You’re missing out on the best time of your life.”

I almost started crying in desperation as I imagined what I would do with Michelle if Ann didn’t have my dick locked down. I tossed my phone down and collapsed on my bed. My thoughts bounced between Michelle and Ann for the rest of the night until I finally managed to fall asleep.

When I woke up, I still had the uncomfortable blue balls feeling that I hoped in vain would go away. The intensity of the feeling varied over the next couple of days but never fully disappeared.

~~

So, when I returned to Ann’s office, I was both mentally and physically on edge. Ella, the young blonde receptionist was wearing a tight-fitting top with a v-neckline just low enough to showcase her modest cleavage. The outline of her nipples confirmed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Normally, I would have found her mildly attractive. In my current state, I felt both uncontrollably excited and hopelessly emasculated looking at her.

“You look really tense,” she said sweetly, “Is there anything I can do to help you relax while you wait?”

“No ma’am,” I said softly.

“Ma’am?” Ella smirked, “You weren’t so polite the last time you were here. In fact, you were kinda rude.”

“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to be.”

“It’s ok,” she giggled, “I was just wondering what the boss lady did to improve you so quickly.” She turned briefly to her computer screen and pulled up a file, then her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, “Oh! You’re in chastity now! That’s so cool! How does it feel?”

I blushed and stammered something about not liking it.

“Well, you aren’t supposed to like it, are you?” she laughed, “Would you do anything I say if I could get you out?”

“Yes, probably,” I admitted nervously.

“Cool. I need to try this with my boyfriend” She smiled, “Anyway, the boss lady is ready for you now. She stood up and strode to the door with a more authoritative manner than I remembered from last time. She made a sharp gesture with her index finger and said “Come,” in a voice like she was commanding a pet.

Blushing, I followed her into the office, where she pointed at the rose couch and said, “Sit.” I obeyed and she departed with a warm smile, saying mostly to herself, “Mmm, yeah, I really do have to try this on my boyfriend.”

Ann, who had been watching in amusement from behind her desk said, “I see that losing control of you dick is having a good psychological effect on you. I really should have locked you up when we were dating, it definitely would have gotten rid of that bad habit you had of resisting me. Oh, don’t look so nervous! The last thing I want to do is get back together with you. As soon as you do this little favor for me, I don’t want anything more from you. I really am grateful for your help, so if you keep being a good boy, maybe I’ll play with your dick a little once the cage is off. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I panted softly, hoping that it wasn’t obvious how insanely horny I was.

“I thought so,” Ann grinned, “Now be a good boy and get undressed.”

I was embarrassed, but I was in no position to argue, so I stripped down quickly, hoping that this would be over soon. Smiling broadly, Ann strolled over and grasped my balls firmly in her hands.

“It’s been over two weeks since you came, right?” she asked casually, and I nodded. She began to gently knead my nuts as she continued “I can already feel how tense and uncomfortable you are. Am I giving you blue balls?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Good,” she intoned soothingly, “I scheduled a castration consultation for you two weeks from today, so you have plenty of time to get used to this feeling. Remember, you’re supposed to be in a Female Lead Relationship, so what we need to focus on between now and then is how you behave with your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” I exclaimed, but was cut short by debilitating pain as Ann fingers dug into my balls.

“Shh,” Ann hissed, “The first thing you need to learn is not to speak without permission. At the appointment, your girlfriend will handle all of the talking unless she explicitly instructs you to speak. Do you understand?”

I nodded as Ann steadily increased the pressure on my balls, making my legs shake. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, as if she was daring me to complain or ask the question that was on the edge of my lips. Finally, she released her grip, leaving a lingering pain in my throbbing balls.

“Are you curious who’s going to play the part of your girlfriend?” she asked playfully. I nodded respectfully, not wanting to risk more ball pain if that wasn’t an invitation to speak.

“Ella, we’re ready!” Ann called.

Oh fuck, I thought, not Ella. It would be humiliating to pretend that I was letting a girl who looks like a college freshman have me castrated. And, from the brief interactions we’d had, I could tell that she would enjoy it way too much.

Ella bounced into the room with a big smile on her face. Her eyes widened and she giggled at the sight of me cupping my hand over the small cage in a vain effort to hide my shame.

“Hands behind your head” Ann snapped, and I obeyed.

Ella pursed her lips and said with realistic sympathy, “Aww, poor little guy!”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about me or my trapped dick, and I didn’t give it too much thought, because my mind was quickly overwhelmed with surprise at who followed Ella into the room. Michelle. Fuck, she looked amazing in a floral dress that clung to her hips and accentuated her cleavage with a plunging neckline.

I’d looked at Michelle’s nudes every day since she sent them until I literally screamed in frustration at the cage preventing my dick from experiencing any pleasure. Now, seeing her suddenly in person, I was overcome with the desire to throw her onto the couch and have my way with her. Even if Ann hadn’t locked my dick, though, I wouldn’t have been able to from the sheer embarrassment of her seeing me this way. I had always been in control with her in the bedroom, but I could see from the intrigued look in her eyes and her small, satisfied smile that seeing me totally emasculated by my ex had changed something. I tried to imagine gripping her hair in my hand and moving he lips onto my straining cock like I had done in the past, and the action seemed completely unthinkable.

“Have fun!” Ella bubbled sweetly to Michelle, touching her upper arm in some gesture of feminine encouragement. Michelle’s smile broadened, and Ella winked as she exited.

“Hi!” Michelle pipped, “Surprised to see me?”

I looked hesitantly at Ann, who said, “No, don’t speak yet. It’s your job to listen right now. And, from now on, you only get to speak if Michelle says ‘you can speak’ or ‘you can answer.’” I nodded, and Michelle looked impressed as Ann continued, “I wouldn’t have dreamed of asking you to do me a special favor like this without checking with your girlfriend first to make sure that it’s ok with her, so I introduced myself to Michelle. She told me that you two had actually broken up, but she is so generous that she said I should go ahead and ask you and she would pretend to still be your girlfriend when she takes you to the clinic for me. Isn’t that so nice of her?”

“Yes,” I muttered, trying not to show how humiliated I was.

“You forgot!” Ann said forcefully, “You can’t talk unless Michelle tells you too. You need to learn. Spread your legs.”

As I widened my stance, an icy chill spread from my stomach though the rest of my body, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was afraid of the pain or mortified that Michelle was about to see Ann bust my balls. What happened was even worse than I imagined though.

“Please kick him,” Ann said politely to Michelle.

“In the balls?” Michelle asked in disbelief as she looked back and forth between Ann and me.

“It’s the most effective way to train a guy,” Ann said matter-of-factly, “Did you never do it when he was your boyfriend? Or punch or squeeze them?”

“No,” Michelle answered awkwardly.

“I’m sure you wanted to, right?” Ann prodded.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Michelle admitted with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

“Well, this is your chance,” Ann encouraged, “kick him as hard as you want. And don’t worry, balls can take a lot more than most women think. It’s unusual to break a pair on your first try.”

I watched in horror as Michelle’s chunky boots drew back. A moment later, pain exploded through my body as the boot’s reenforced toe crushed my nuts into my pelvis. I was terrified that Ann’s reassurance was misguided, because it felt like Michelle had cracked both of my nuts. I collapsed to the floor, tentatively feeling my swollen balls to convince myself that they were still intact.

“Are you afraid she damaged your poor little nuts?” Ann teased.

“Yes,” I whimpered in a panic.

“If that’s what you’re afraid of,” Ann smirked as she pressed her foot to my shoulder to roll me onto my back, “then you had better learn not to speak unless Michelle tells you to. Kick him again. It’s the only way he’ll learn.”

“Move your hands and spread your legs,” Michelle ordered with an icy pleasure in her voice that I’d never heard before.

I obeyed and watched powerlessly as a swift kick sent my swollen balls flying up over the front of the flat cage and bouncing back down. Fresh waves of nauseating pain washed over me, and I felt entirely at Michelle’s mercy as I stared up at her smiling face.

“Do you really think that I damaged your balls?” Michelle asked sweetly.

“I don’t know, maybe,” I said, feeling a weird imperative to reassure her, “I’m sure they’ll be ok.”

“They aren’t going to be ok if you keep talking without being told!” Michelle laughed. Suddenly she was standing directly over me, with one boot planted firmly on my balls. My body tensed with a constant, sharp pain as she slowly ground them into the floor.

“Does this hurt?” she asked calmly. I nodded my head but didn’t utter a sound.

“Are you afraid I’m going to hurt your chances of having kids?” I nodded my head again, desperately, tears welling in my eyes.

“Interesting,” Michelle said slowly, “I’m surprised that’s so important to you now. I guess it was just me, then, that made you so opposed to the idea of having kids.” I started to speak but caught myself and just shook my head.

“It doesn’t matter now,” Michelle said, pressing harder so that new sharp sensations of pain erupted in my balls.

Fuck, I thought, she’s going to castrate me right here. Why did I break up with her? I could have had a great life with her. Now I’m not going to have her, I’m not going to have balls, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life regretting the choices I made.

“Are you afraid that I’m going to pop your balls and turn you into a eunuch?” she asked, savoring my fear. I nodded frantically.

“Then beg me not to,” she said with a broad smile. I hesitated and her smile grew bigger. “It looks like you’re finally learning. This is a command. Beg me not to break your balls and promise me that you’ll do everything I say.”

“Please,” I gasped tearfully, “please don’t break my balls. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t do everything I could to please you. I’ll do anything you want. I won’t talk unless you say. Whatever you command, I’ll do. Please just don’t castrate me, please!”

“Wow,” Michelle laughed, flushed with excitement, “This is just a game, but that was fuckin’ hot. If you had been like this when we were dating... damn. Well, anyway, it’s going to be fun to play your dominant girlfriend. Tell me it’s going to be fun for you too.”

“It will be fun for me,” I responded, so relieved that my balls were safe that I didn’t care if it was true or not.

“Good,” Michelle grinned, easing into one of the chairs, “now sit at my feet and keep quiet.” I obeyed.

Ann told me that she had already prepared Michelle with everything she needed to know for the appointment. The test, after all, was to determine which surgeons would schedule castrations at the direction of a dominant woman. So, I just needed to follow Michelle’s commands. To make sure that I could do this believably, like the couples that Ann would be referring to a surgeon, she wanted Michelle and me to meet for four hours every night before the appointment to practice.

“Oh my god,” Michelle laughed, “That is going to be so much fun! I’m going to start practicing now. Put your cloths on and walk me to my car.”

I obeyed. As we exited the building, Ella called cheerfully, “Enjoy having your ex by the balls for two weeks! Just make sure they’re still attached when you’re done so you don’t mess up the boss lady's plan.”

“Don’t worry,” Michelle giggled, “As long as he behaves, I won’t be too rough on him!”

~~

I did behave. Over the next two weeks, Michelle practiced commanding me until it felt natural to both of us. At first, she was clearly thrilled to have my dick incapacitated and my balls available for her amusement. In our first practice sessions, she dressed in various revealing outfits and most of the time was spent with her ordering me to describe how frustrated I was and beg her to unlock the cage. Then she’d say something like, “You sound really desperate. Don’t worry, I’ll make it so that sex is the last thing you think about.” Then she would giggle as she experimented with different ways to put my balls in pain while I described the feelings to her. She didn’t stop until my balls were swollen and the lingering pain was so bad that my dick stopped straining against the cage.

By the end of the week, her initial manic thrill had mellowed into a more restrained pleasure. Instead of constantly asking me to describe what I was feeling (which was mostly sexual frustration and embarrassment), she wanted me to stay totally silent. And, instead of going all out on my balls for an hour to two, she used the knowledge she’d gained about what was most effective to spread out fewer, more devasting assaults through our time together, while I performed tasks for her, everything from cleaning her apartment and doing her dishes and laundry to massaging her feet or feeding her grapes.

One time, after I had brought her a glass of wine, she ordered me to get down on all fours in front of the couch so that she could rest her feet on my back while she watched TV. She had me face away from her and keep my legs spread so that whenever she got the urge she could land a hard kick to my nuts. She warned me in advance that every noise I made would result in a minute of extreme ball pain later. Although I did my best not to make a sound, that night ended with my balls squeezed in a vice for 18 minutes while Michelle finished her wine and smirked at my sweating and squirming.

By the date of the consultation appointment, there was no doubt that her dominance over me would be both believable and obvious to everyone at the clinic. My big fear was that, when this was all over, there would be no way to undo my feeling of her power. I started to wonder if she would consider starting a relationship with me again. She clearly enjoyed playing this role, but if she were my girlfriend again, surely, she wouldn’t be this extreme. I realized that I would be happy submitting to her, as long as it wasn’t always this intense. And, of course, as long as she didn’t really want us to be one of the couples that Ann plans to write referral letters for. Michelle’s games with my nuts over the last two weeks had made me keenly aware that I couldn’t imagine anything worse than losing them.