Home Early (Intro)

I pulled in already irritated. I’d got caught at work an extra hour and had been looking forward to relaxing a bit before the wifey got home. You know, that preciously rare time when you had the place to yourself before domestic life barges in. I should still have some time to rub one out and then watch a little on the tele before the “Honey, can you….’s” started. I mean, I understand it, woman are weaker, and need help carrying in groceries, and similar common tasks. But, sometimes you just needed some guy time to yourself.

I worked the key into the lock, and made my way in, dropping my jacket on the couch as I made my way to the toilet. Once finished, I began to unclothe as I headed towards our bedroom, planning on changing into some house cloths. My shirt was off before I noticed that my laptop was open on our bed, which would have surprised me more if her booted foot hadn’t just lammed into my nuts from behind me. The pain was instantaneous as I clutched myself, and instant dropped to a knee. My balls felt like they were caught in a vice that would not relent, and it was sliding up into my stomach. Before I could even looked at what had just nutted me, I heard an all-too-familiar voice scream in indignation “**How dare you enter my temple without the proper tribute!**” I’d never actually been racked before, despite a secret fetish for that sort of thing, but now that my small wife had just scrambled my eggs, my cock couldn’t decide what it was supposed to do, and my mind was galaxies away from that throbbing.

She walked around me, and as she crossed my vision on her way to the bed, I saw she was wearing black leather combat boots, and some sort of leather skirt that let her tits hand out unrestrained and a metal zipper was all that kept her couch covered. Ignoring my penitent agony, she lay on the bed with one leg cocked up to show her smooth crotch. She was trimmed, but not shaved in that region, but a small bit of leather covered all but a few stray hairs, as she giggled at something on the screen. “**I never knew. . . you wanted this. . .**” She commented, still reading the screen without looking at me. One hand went down and caressed over her leather coverings on her crotch. “**. . . but I think I am going to like playing with MY balls like this from now on.**”

Clearly taking mental notes from whatever it was she was ready, without looking at me still, “**Stay on your knees, slave. I want you to remove all of your clothing, and then. . .ask me.**” I was beginning to come down from the pain. Not that it hurt less, but my mind was beginning to become capable of thinking again. *Ask her? Ask her what?* I thought, though it was more along the lines of *My balls…. My balls*…. Yet, something sounded a bit familiar. She didn’t speak like this. Hell, she didn’t act like this. And this outfit, the outfit I was only now starting to really notice, that was giving the cock the little extra bit of motivation to decide if it wanted to wake up or curl up and hide. How could she know what I’d fantasized her wearing as she learned to bust my nuts like in the story.

*The story! Holy Shit!*. Is that what she was reading? Suddenly she was right in front on me, standing tall as I struggled to get my slacks off from around my knees. I looked up, and I could smell her sex, it’s moisture, it’s longing just inches from my face. Partially from the pain still annihilating my testes, and partially because I just wanted to lean against her for comfort, my face began to lurch towards her hips, but she stopped it, and then squarely kicked my balls again, then a second time in quick order.

She looked down at me, her hand holding my face tightly to meat her gaze as she robotically commented “**You didn’t ask, so those do not count.**”

To be continued.

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