Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 4 of 5): Ladies Night [Femdom][Chastity][CBT]

**Saturday (Day 6)**


Saturday went by like any other typical Saturday afternoon. We woke up a little later and I made us breakfast. Emily typically makes breakfast on the weekends but I wasn’t going to wait around and ask, better to just do it at this point. After cleaning up after the meal we both got changed and went around the house doing some housework. The housework consisted mostly of putting away summer stuff, getting some fall stuff out of storage, and putting it in its place. For lunch we went out to eat. I made sure to hold open every door, slide in her chair for her, essentially be on my best behavior hoping to get on her good side. Emily seemed very pleasantly surprised at this.


After lunch we ran around and did a couple errands before returning home to clean up in preparation for her friends to visit. I did most of the cleaning while she showered and did her hair and makeup. When Emily finished she came down the stairs to see me putting away the last of the cleaning supplies. “Looks really nice honey. Good work.”


“Thanks,” I beamed pridefully.


“You better go and get changed, my friends will be here any minute.”


“Umm, but I am changed. I am ready whenever.”


“Hmmm. No….I don’t want you wearing those jeans. I do like the plaid shirt though. Go throw on a pair of khakis, I want the outline of your cage to be on full display,” Emily said with a big smile.


I cringed at the thought but I kept my thoughts to myself. Just gotta get through tonight, I told myself. Tomorrow is release day. “Ok hon. I’ll be right back.”


I ran upstairs and changed into my khakis. Before I could get back downstairs I hear the doorbell ring and Emily is opening the door. First to arrive is Veronica herself, looking as attractive and sadistic as ever. She has dark black hair that falls halfway down her back with a purple streak running through it. She is wearing a black tank top barely containing her D-cup breasts with a small jean jacket open in front. Perched on and slightly between her breasts dangles the key to my freedom, held by a small steel chain; intricate black tattoos can be seen on her chest on either side of the key. She also has on waist-hugging, skin-tight, dark blue denim jeans and knee-high, black leather boots.


Emily greets her friend and looks back up at the top of the stairs where I am standing. “Mike, you remember Veronica don’t you?” she says with a smile.


“Ah, yes I do. Hi Veronica,” I say as confidently as I can muster. To be completely honest, Veronica is quite intimidating and she quite literally has me by the balls but I have to try and keep my composure.


“Hello again Mike,” Veronica says with a giant smile on her face and one eyebrow raised, her smile gives me shivers. “Speaking of which. These are for you Emily.” Veronica faces Emily once more and grabs at a black strap across her shoulder. She pulls on the strap and spins around a medium sized, black canvas duffle bag to the front of her. The contents shift inside the bag and bulge out in places. The sound of wood on wood can also be heard clunking as she moves the bag. “This should be everything you need for tomorrow,” she says with a smirk and glances up one more time at me and then down at my crotch. The hair on the back of my neck stands up.


“Wonderful, thank you so much!” Emily exclaimed with great enthusiasm as she took the bulky duffle bag from Veronica.


“Don’t mention it. I won’t need any of it back until next weekend. I have a couple sessions lined up.”


“Will do! Thanks again,” Emily smiled. “I’m going to go put these away for now,” she said and hurried up the stairs toward me. When she reached the top of the stairs to where I was standing she paused for a brief moment, “Don’t you dare go rummaging around in the bag. It’s to be a surprise. Otherwise…”


“Yeah, yeah. Great pain. Regret being a man. I got it,” I said with probably more sarcasm than I should have. I really shouldn’t be getting mouthy, this late in the game.


“Watch it bud,” Emily scolded firmly. Veronica looked on and shook her head in displeasure.


I need to make up some ground here, I felt like I might be getting myself into the doghouse, so I responded as best I could, “Yes, Goddess.”


Emily paused a moment at my comment then beamed a giant smile, “That’s better!” She hurried her way back into the bedroom and I could hear the closet door open and close.


I slowly made my way down the stairs to Veronica, time to earn some brownie points. “Veronica, can I get you something to drink perhaps? We have water, soda, a couple different beers and some white wine.”


“Yes, that would be lovely Mike.” I hate the way she says my name, abounding with contempt. “I will take some white wine please.”


“Sure, is boxed wine ok? It’s a Chardonnay. Otherwise, we have some Riesling and Pinot Grigio I could open.”


Veronica paused for a second, probably to bite back a snippy comment. She was always ‘too classy’ for boxed wine, but I am no wine snob so I wanted to offer her all options. “The Pinot Grigio will do just fine,” she finally responded.


“Ok, it’ll just be a moment.”


I turned and ran off to the basement to fetch a bottle of Pinot. I found a bottle I liked and returned upstairs to the kitchen to open the wine. I reached up to the cabinet to grab a white wine glass. God forbid the wine snob get served wine in the wrong glass, I mused and chuckled to myself. I began to pour the wine when I heard a knock at the door. Luckily Emily had made her way back downstairs and the two of them hadn’t moved too far. Emily let the new guests into the house, three new voices could be heard.


Well, I’ve come this far. I might as well pour some for the newcomers as well. Never too soon to try and get in everyone’s good graces. So I grabbed another four glasses, one for Emily and the three new guests. Sadly I had only grabbed one bottle so the wine didn’t stretch as far as I would have liked. I gave the other four glasses very conservative pours, the largest of the glasses I reserved for the keyholder herself, Veronica. I set the five glasses on a wooden cutting board and brought it out to the living room where they were all standing. “Good evening ladies. Might I interest you in some Pinot Grigio?” I asked in my most hospitable voice.


There were three new women there. For the purposes of the story I will simply refer to them as Woman #1, Woman #2, and Woman #3. Woman #1 was very attractive. She had long platinum blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her body was very slender with perky B-cup breasts. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3’ tall. She was wearing a long sleeve black and white plaid shirt buttoned low with a white tank top underneath, black leggings and short black, ankle-high boots. She looked to be in her later 30s due to the slight wrinkling in her face.


Woman #2 was rather homely looking. She had shoulder length, coarse, dirty blonde hair with dark roots. She was a little on the bigger side but had generously sized breasts to make up for it. I don’t know enough about women’s breasts sizes to venture a guess but maybe DD, DDD or F? She wore a denim top with black pants and white and black tennis shoes. As for her age, I would guess she is in her late 40s and was excited to get out of the house.


Woman #3 was fairly attractive and very young. She couldn’t have been out of her 20s yet. She stood about 5’5” and had brown curly hair down to just below her shoulders. She had perky C-cup breasts that stayed in place when she moved. She had on a black tank top as well, with a loose and baggy, white, knit shawl on top. For pants she was wearing the similar hip-hugging jeans that Veronica is wearing, it seems to be in style. Her shoes were a dark brown, short leather boot with a heel.


The women all looked at me with my serving tray/cutting board and then back at Emily where she simply smiled and shrugged. After exchanging a couple glances amongst themselves they all began to laugh. I blush and want to run and hide but I keep my confidence and approach the ladies.


“Wow, you really trained him well Emily,” says Woman #1.


“Hahaha yeah, I am definitely going to have to try this on Robert,” Woman #3 agreed.


Emily too blushed a bit at the comments and laughter, “Yeah, it’s been a veeeeerrrrrry nice week. I can’t take all the credit though. I made him put on the cage but it was Veronica’s idea in the first place. She’s really been a huge help.”


“Veronica’s idea?” I carefully asked.


“Oh yeah honey, when I found your dirty socks I was so mad.” I blushed with even more embarrassment. Emily continued on, “I was fuming. When I went into our bedroom that night I had to call up one of my girlfriends to vent. Veronica picked up right away and helped me cool down. Once calm she asked me if we had a chastity cage and I remembered the cage we played around with a few times a while back. She came up with the wonderful idea that since your masterbation was a problem for me, that I should take it away from you. You know, to teach you a lesson.”


“I see.”


“Yeah. I was so relieved when I was able to find it. It was my idea to replace the lock. I knew you never really ever handed me full control. We both agreed that if this was going to work that I would need complete control.”


I was beginning to flush with anger now. I could feel my blood racing and my hands began to tremble. Not wanting to spill any wine I made my way over to the women to give them their drinks. First to Veronica, I motion her to select the glass with the greater amount of wine in it. “Thank you Mike.”


“You’re welcome….Veronica.”



Emily continued explaining as I served the other women. “As you also know she has been the key holder. That was her idea. We all know that I can be very sympathetic sometimes. Lastly, your tasks have been mostly of my doing although all of these women have contributed.”


I bite my tongue and say, “Well, thank you ladies.” They all smile and chuckle a bit at my comment. Once all the glasses have been taken I quickly turn to make my way back to the kitchen to drop off the cutting board (and vent a little bit without them seeing). They barely seem to notice and resume the conversation they were having before I entered. They also resume taking off some of their outerwear and removing their shoes.


I reach the kitchen and go straight for the fridge. I resist the urge to scream at the top of my lungs and opt instead to grab a bottle of my favorite beer. I twist off the cap and take three giant swallows, drinking nearly half the bottle in one go. After my nerves calm down a bit I decide to go back out to ‘our guests.’


“MIKE!” Emily scolds, “Watch your drinking, you are the driver tonight!”


“Yes dear. I’m sorry, I nearly forgot.”


“It’s ok. You can have a couple beers, just go very slowly. Only in moderation.”


“Alright. Does anybody need anything?” I asked, resuming my butler-esque persona. The women were all seated in the living room at this point. Emily, Veronica and Woman #2 on the couch, and Women #1 and #3 seated on the loveseat.


Veronica eager to put in, “Yes I believe some of the girls mentioned they would like some cheese and crackers,” and grinned smugly. “Also some of the wine glasses are already getting low. You didn’t fill them very much, did you Mike?” Why she always tries to shoehorn my name into each sentence is beyond me.


“I’m sorry about that, I just had the one bottle at the time,” I try to say in my defense.


“It’s fine, just grab a couple more for this go around.” Wow, she didn’t use my name that time, that’s a shocker.


“OK, I will right back.” I turned to go back into the kitchen.


“And Mike.”


“Yes…Veronica.”


“Don’t forget the cheese and crackers.”


“Yes ma’am.”


I head back into the kitchen to fetch the women their cheese, doing everything I can to not let my anger show. When I am sure I am out of view I chug the rest of my beer and set the bottle ever so gently into the recycle bin, so as not to arouse suspicion. I next ran down to the basement once more and this time brought up two bottles with me, another of the Pinot Grigio they all seemed to like and a bottle of Riesling. I opened up both bottles and set them to the side on the counter. Next, I went back to the fridge and pulled another bottle of beer, opened it, and took two more giant swallows. I have to get this beer down to a similar level that my previous one was at so if someone walks in on me they would never know I am on my second bottle. I drink some more and set the beer next to the open bottles of wine. I open the fridge back up and pulled open the cheese drawer to find four blocks of various cheeses. We never seem to have a shortage of cheese in our house. I decided to reuse the cutting board I had used to serve their wine and began to cut up the cheese.


“How are you doing in there Mike? Did you fall in?” Veronica yelled from the other room.


Fall into what? Fucking Veronica. Definitely not on my good side today, especially after hearing that most of my misery this week was because of her. “It’s coming along fine, just cutting up the cheese now!” I shout back.


“Alright. Do try to hurry though dear. We have women out here that are getting thirsty.”


“Ok, just another moment,” and I resume cutting up the cheese and placing it artistically around the cutting board. I grab two different kinds of crackers and place them around the board as well. Once my impromptu cheese and cracker platter is fully assembled I pick it up with one hand and scoop up the two bottles of wine in my other, hugging the bottles against my body. I make my way out to the living room and carefully set down the cheese and cracker platter on the coffee table in front of the ladies, making sure not to bend over too much and spill the wine in my arms. The women seem to ooooh and ahhh in unison, impressed by the spread. I carefully set the bottles down on the table as well and ask, “Who’s ready for more? I have another Pinot Grigio and a Riesling.”


The women all raise their glasses and respond, “Me.” “I’ll take some.” “Oh, me too.” “Yes please.”


So I make my way around the circle with both bottles, asking each woman which she would prefer and topping them off. Eventually all women are once again satisfied and I slink off back into the kitchen to drink my beer. A fair amount of time passed while I remained in the kitchen, slowly drinking my beer and playing around on my phone. I was relieved not to have heard any more requests. The conversation in the living room grew louder and louder as the wine worked its magic. Eventually I hear Emily, “Honey? Are you still down here?”


“Yes I am. I am in the kitchen.”


“Ok good. I think we are ready to go to Woody’s. Are you ready?”


“Yes I am,” I responded back and went back into the living room. The two bottles of wine are empty now, as are their glasses. The cheese and cracker platter has been decimated as well, only part of a broken cracker remains. The women all stand up and make their way to the entryway closet. I follow closely behind them.


“Where do you think you’re going Mike?” Veronica scolds.


“Ummm, coming with you guys? Aren’t I your driver?”


“Why yes you are, but weren’t you instructed that you needed to do anything and everything that is needed?” Veronica explained condescendingly.


“Umm, yes?”


“So how are you going to let us all go out with that mess out there in the living room?”


“Ooooh, sure. Ok, one moment.” More anger flashed but I am still keeping it together. I quickly loaded the empty glasses and bottles onto the cutting board and brought it into the kitchen. I loaded up the dishes into the dishwasher and returned to the women once more. They were all ready now.


“That’s better,” Veronica praised and roughly patted the front of my pants, directly on my chastity cage. The rough pats caused some pain in my testicles but nothing I couldn’t handle. I bent over slightly in response. A couple of the other women noticed the exchange and smiled. They also saw the chastity cage more clearly now with the bounces Veronica’s hand had produced. The stimuli seemed to add fuel to their wine-induced fires. The power, the control, the helpless male, the chastity cage, and the wine; these women were getting rowdy and I knew I was going to pay the price.


We head outside and file into our SUV with third row seating. Woman #1 and #3 crawl in first and get into the third row in the back. Veronica and Woman #2 into the second row, and Emily got into the front seat next to me. I feel bad calling them Woman #1, #2, and #3 but we still haven’t been formally introduced and I haven’t been privy to their conversations much to get their names.


The trip to Woody’s was short and fairly rowdy. Every once in a while it would go quiet, I’d look back via the rear view mirror, and would see Veronica whispering something to the woman sitting next to her or be turned around whispering something to the women in the back. Each time she did this, whomever she spoke with would glance up at me afterwards and smile. It feels like they are planning something.


We got to Woody’s and I dropped the women off at the door. I figured I might as well continue to try and play the part of a gentleman, even though the walk to the parking lot was super short. The women got out and rushed inside, I drove around and found a spot. A part of me just wanted to walk to the bar next door while they had their fun at Woody’s but I was sure my absence would not go undetected. This night seemed to be as much about me as it was about them and I knew I hadn’t seen the worst of it yet.


I was right. I made my way inside and found them sitting at a six-person high top by the bar. Veronica was the first to notice me and she raised her hand and started snapping at me. I took a gulp and went over to the table. “There are no waiters for this portion of the bar so you will have to do Mike,” Veronica stated.


“Alright, I suppose,” I responded glumly. I made my way around the table and got their drink orders.


“I’ll start with a cosmopolitan,” Veronica started.


“I’ll take a house white wine.”


“Vodka cranberry please.”


“I’ll also have a vodka cran.”


“Vodka soda with a lime.”


“And I’ll take a whiskey diet,” Emily asked sweetly.


I went over to the bar and waited for about ten minutes until a spot along the bar cleared out and I was able to make my way in. It was another five minutes until a bartender made his way back over to me. I flustered and tried to recite the drink order as best I could, “One cosmo, one house white wine, two vodka crans, two whiskey diets, and a bud light.”


“One cosmo, a house white, two vodka crans, two whiskey diets and a bud, right?” the bartender confirmed.


“Yup, I think that’s right.”


“OK.” A master of his craft, he whipped together the drinks in no time flat. He even put them on a serving tray for me.


“That’ll be $23.50”


“$23.50? I thought rail drinks, house wine and beer was on a $3 special?”


“They are, your cosmo was not.”


“Oh right. The cosmo.” Fucking Veronica. “OK here you go.” I handed him $30 and told him to keep the change.


I picked up the serving tray and very carefully tried to get back to our table without spilling any drinks. This was no easy feat. People were all over the place having conversations and moving their hands around wildly to illustrate their points. One lady bumped into me as she also made her way through the crowded room, luckily I was able to turn the tray to protect it and only very minimal amounts of drinks were spilled. I finally got back to the table and set the tray down in the middle. Whew, a big sigh of relief.


“Took you long enough,” said Veronica annoyedly.


Everyone else quietly identified their drinks on the tray, picked them up and took sips from them. Everyone but one person. A whiskey diet and a bud light remained on the tray.


“Come to me,” Veronica barked.


I looked over at Emily for confirmation and she nodded at me. Signaling, yes, you better listen to her. I slowly made my way over to Veronica. “Yes?” In a flash, she brought her open palm up into my unprotected balls, still tightly bound and lifted outward by the chastity cage, the perfect offering for a skilled dominatrix. Her experienced hand was somehow able to hit only my testicles and didn’t seem to contact the cage directly at all. It wasn’t a heavy impact, like the one I got from Emily that first night, the one that floored me. No, but it was a direct hit on very full and very vulnerable balls. The wind got knocked our of me and I bent over coughing. Reeling from the intense pain in my balls and hunched over trying to cradle my aching balls, I tried to catch my breath. My head was nearly resting on Veronica’s ample bosom.


Veronica looked around the table and made a gesture to the women motioning, See, this is how you do it. The women smile and nod in response. “That was for the delay, Mike. Your week is nearly over but it is never too late for training.”


“Mmmhmmm.”


“Pull your hands away from your pathetic balls,” Veronica commanded.


I slowly move them away and continue trying to catch my breath. Without saying anything more Veronica then slides her hand down the front of my khakis, over the top of the cage, and underneath to where she finds her targets. Her hand closes around my balls and she begins to inflict a tight squeeze.


“Hhhhaa hhaaaa.”


“Mmmmhmmmm is not how you address a Lady. We will reserve titles like Mistress and Goddess for your owner, Emily. But you will respond to me with my name.”


“Hhaaaa haaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaa.” Heavy breathing is all I can do.


“Do you understand me?” Her grip tightens and she pulls the balls downward for emphasis.


I let out a yip and respond as best I can, “hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaa haaaa Yes, Veron… haaaa haaa ica. Yes, Veronica.”


“Good, now before I release these little balls of yours I want you to look across the table.”


“Haaaaa haaa haaa haaaaaaaa haaaa.”


“Do you notice anything wrong with this picture?” Veronica’s grip remains constant and unrelenting. I have the feeling that she could maintain this pressure for hours if she wanted to.


“Hhaaaa haaaaa haaaa.” I look at the table and see the extra drink sitting on the tray next to my beer.


“Haaaaa haaaaaaa haaa haaa.” I’m trying to piece things together but it’s difficult with my balls being crushed so masterfully.


“Hhaaa aaaahhh haaa haaa.” Oh shit, Woman #2 doesn’t have a drink in front of her.


“Haaa haa haaaa haaa.” Does she not want her drink? Did I fuck up the order.


“I’m waiting,” Veronica says impatiently. Her grip adjusts and I begin to feel her nails pressing into my balls.


“Haaaaaaaaa I think. Haaaaa aaahhh. I fucked up. Haaaa aahhhh. Her drink. Haaaaa aaahhhhhh.”


“Correct. You fucked up Gloria’s drink.” The women at the table hadn’t said a peep during this whole exchange. Their mouths were all agasp and they watched intently with admiration and fascination. There was even another woman at the table next to them, clearly entertained as well. “Now go over to Gloria and make it right.” She tightened her grip greatly while saying the words ‘make it right’ then finally released my poor aching nuts.


I limp over to Gloria and tell her, “Gloria, I’m sorry I messed up your drink. What did you have again?”


“I had the Vodka soda with lime.”


“Oh that’s right. Thank you, Gloria. I will be right back.”


With far more enthusiasm this time around I jammed my way through the crowd and got a bartender’s attention in mere minutes. I did not want to suffer any more of Veronica’s ‘discipline.’ “Vodka soda with lime please. Here keep the change.” I gave him a $5. When the drink came up I snatched it up quickly, ran it over to our table (while still limping considerably) and set it down in front of Gloria. “Here you are Gloria, sorry for the wait.”


Gloria looked down at the drink and then across the table at Veronica. Veronica gave Gloria a quick little nod, go on. “Spread your legs Mike,” Gloria said firmly.


Oh no, not again. I got her the damn drink fast as all hell but what can I do? I take a deep breath and spread my legs. Gloria brings an open palm down below my waist and hovers it just below my chastity cage and balls. She lines it up with her target, brings her hand back six inches and then forward again towards my balls, stopping just short. She practices this motion one more time before looking up at my face. She then bites her lower lip and squints her eyes, like she is the one bracing to be hit in the balls. After some internal deliberation she finally makes good on her threat and delivers a fairly soft blow to my balls. Soft in comparison to everything else I had experienced but it still hurt and caused a brief flash of pain. I winced in response and needed a couple quick breaths to regain composure.


“How was that Veronica?” Gloria turned and asked.


“That was good but do you know what you were missing? You forgot to tell him why you were administering this corrective action.”


“Oooh yeah.”


“Training doesn’t work very well unless you let them know exactly why they are getting the pain.”


“I see. That makes sense.” Gloria turned to face me once more and noticed I was already fully recovered. “Spread your legs once more Mike.” Uggh, fuck me. I did as I was told. This time she didn’t need any practice swings or coercion. She brought her palm down and cupped my balls. She then brought her hand back eight inches this time and snapped it forward, crashing into my balls.


I was not prepared for that big of a hit from such a timid woman. It was a crushing blow and took the wind right out of me once again as I let a big “ooooooooffff.” I doubled over and nearly lost my balance. The breath finally returned to me and I inhaled deeply. My balls were screaming with pain and my stomach was all knotted up inside. This was absolute hell.


“Woooo, that was fun!” Gloria exclaimed. A ball buster had just been born, and at the ripe age of 47 no less.


The women gave her a small golf clap at the table and shared a cheer together.


“Mike, come drink some of your beer before it gets warm,” Emily said with a small shred of sympathy.


I hobbled over to my chair next to her and hoisted myself onto my seat, careful not to let my aching balls hit the hardwood of the seat with any force. I reached out and grabbed my beer. The bottle had sweat quite a bit by this time and was already starting to feel warm but I drank it anyways. The women, still a buzz with the excitement from the cruelty to my testicles, talked feverishly amongst themselves while I tried to wait out my pain. They talked about how they would apply what they have learned at home with their boyfriends and husbands. They talked about celebrities they wanted to bust or politicians they needed to bust.


Before I could finish my beer a handful of them needed more drinks. Once again I took their orders, this time I tried to write them down but Veronica shook her head, “A good little servant needs a good memory,” she teased. “No writing it down, Mike.”


She likely just wanted to have a reason to hit me again. I got up and rushed as best I could to the bar to get them. My balls were severely swollen and ached every time I took a step but I fought through the pain. I squeezed through and ordered the drinks and returned with lightning quickness, hardly spilling a drop. The women were both pleased to get their drinks so quickly but also appeared to be disappointed at the same time that they didn’t have a reason to hurt me.


The conversations continued on about balls, these women were now obsessed. Veronica did most of the talking now. She went on about all the various cock and ball torture toys, the scenes she’s done in the past with clients, and some of the best reactions she’s gotten. Now most of their drinks were empty once more and I needed another beer. “What would you all like to drink, I’m going to get more drinks.”


Gloria lit up like a lightbulb, something just occurred to her apparently, “I would like a Disaronno with Doctor Pepper on the rocks with a twist of lime.” She smiled a large toothy grin.


Woman #1 caught wind of what she was doing and chimed in, “Yeah, I would like a Titos with Ginger Beer, Sprite, and a wedge of lemon.” I see what’s happening here. They are trying to make complicated orders so I fuck it up and they get to punish me. It ain’t happening ladies.


Veronica, proud of her minions added, “Mike, you can get me long island iced tea with Tangray for the gin, 1800 silver for the tequila, Bacardi silver for the rum, substitute Blue Curacao for the sour mix, and soda water instead of the coke.”


I’m doomed. No fucking way I’m going to remember all that. Woman #3 ordered an equally complicated drink as the first two although not nearly as god awful as Veronica. My wife Emily took pity on me and stuck with a whiskey diet. Maybe it was pity or maybe she knew she could abuse those balls whenever she wanted. She didn’t need to do it here. I rushed over to the bar to place the order while it was still sort of fresh in my mind and boom, I ran into a woman just walking away with her drink. The drink fell right out of her hands and onto the floor. Thankfully I didn’t get any on her directly and there was only minimal splash back on her sandals.


“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” She was pissed but her anger quickly subsided when she saw my sincerity. “Let me get you another drink.”


“Well yeah, you better.”


“What did you have?”


“I had a whiskey and coke but you can buy me a scotch for my troubles. I will take two fingers of the Glenlivet 12 over there.”


“Ok sure.”


“On the rocks.”


“Got it. Coming up.” I get the bartender's attention and order her a drink to her satisfaction. She takes the drink and makes her way without giving me any more of a hard time.


“Anything else,” the bartender asked.


FUCK, my mind goes completely blank. Them and their stupid fucking games. I think I remember Veronica’s at least. I focus all my brain power and try to dial up all the intricacies of her order and explain that one first to the bartender. The bartender, less than thrilled, makes the drink and returns. “Sorry about that, she’s a real pill. I’ve got a bunch of other drinks to order too and they aren’t much better.”


“Great…,” the bartender responds sarcastically.


I describe the drinks one at a time as he makes them in front of me. Finally I order the whiskey diet and a bud light for myself and pay the tab. Once again he gives me another serving tray. I probably should have brought back the other one but to say I was distracted would be an understatement.


“That’ll be $57.50 including the scotch.”


Not terrible but not great either. I give the bartender $70 and walk back ever so carefully to the table, protecting the tray like my life depended on it. I got the drinks back to the table without incident, only to find all five women glaring at me. Damn it, that little snafu with the spilled drink and the elaborate drink orders really took forever. I place the tray down on the table and sheepishly smile at the group. Before they can say anything I begin reciting the orders the best I could and placing the drinks in front of the ladies. The last drink left is my beer so I grab it and make my way back to my seat and take a sip from it. Nobody is touching their drinks except for Emily. Instead the rest of them are shaking their heads at me.


First to speak is Gloria, “Mike, come to me.” I hesitated a moment, Oh great, here it comes. I slide off my seat and walk over to her. “This is for getting my drink wrong.” Without looking down she slides her hand down the front of my pants and gives my balls a little honk before pulling her hand back and giving me a quick pop to the balls. The intensity is somewhere between her first and second blows. I double over and groan from the pain but after a couple deep breaths I am at least able to gain my composure a bit.


I gather my strength, stand up a little more upright, and preemptively turn to walk back to my seat. “No, no. You aren’t done here yet. Spread your legs again,” Gloria commanded. I take a deep breath and do as I am told. Once again her hand feels its way to its target and pops me with a similar intensity as the blow right before it. “That is for taking so long with our drinks.”


“Ooooooooooof.” Without hardly any time to recover the second blow builds off of the pain from the first. My stomach is once again in knots and I am having trouble getting my breath. I stay doubled over for quite some time trying to get my breathing to return to normal as the women look on with delight.



“Mike, come to me.” Now it was Woman #1 speaking, which during this interaction I learned is named Julie. She corrected me in a similar fashion and instructed me on her name. She went a little easier on me, intensity wise but she got an extra hit in for the whole name thing.


This was brutal. My balls were so badly swollen I was pretty sure you could see the outlines of them in my khaki pants now. Veronica was next to ‘correct’ me and she didn’t hold back. Initially it seemed like she was going in for the squeeze but instead opted for an open palm strike when she struggled to fit both of my greatly swollen balls in her grip. Her second palm strike floored me with its intensity and I fell to my knees. I stayed there a moment and groaned but quickly arose so as not to bring too much attention to myself, this shit was embarrassing. Panting and strained I fought through my pain and hobbled over to Woman #3, also known as Ashley. She went easy on me but still took delight in delivering three light blows to my balls; one for the drink, one for being slow, and one to learn her name.


Finally, I made my way back to my seat and sat there for a good 20 minutes reeling from the pain before I could drink from my warm beer once more. The women watched my expressions curiously for the first couple minutes but ultimately went back to conversation. Now it seemed they were done with the ballbusting talk and went on about more female-centric topics such as the best nail salons, celebrity gossip, and exciting new restaurants around their area.


The night carried on like this into the late hours. They eventually let up on the complicated drink orders in lieu of something more simple (and faster). My punishments or ‘corrections’ as Veronica would say, also let up. One, sometimes two women would have a complaint during drink orders but ultimately they just got drunk and bored with torturing me. They would, however, periodically mock me though. I would get comments like, “How they hanging Mike?” or “Need me to save my ice for you?” or this gem, “You are gonna be walking funny for a week after tonight.”


Yes, they had a lot of fun that night at my expense but ultimately I survived. At last call I was able to wrangle the drunken women into the SUV and we made our way home. Once we got home Emily hugged the women goodnight and excused herself to go upstairs for bed. Veronica informed me that she was spending the night and went up stairs to our guest room. The other three ladies: Gloria, Julie and Ashely, had Ubered here together so I waited with them for their Uber to arrive. While they waited I continued to play host, asking if they wanted any water or to use the restroom etc. They were pretty zonked but I often caught them staring at my package. The ridges of the cage and the faint outline of my larger than usual testicles were easy to spot in the bright light of the house.


Finally their Uber arrived and I wished them all a good night. I locked the door behind them and went upstairs to join my wife. When I got there, she had her usual sweatpants and t-shirt on and she was face planted onto the bed, sound asleep on her stomach. She was laying at an angle and hadn’t even gotten into the covers or anything. Not wanting any nighttime activities I quietly changed into my PJs, turned off the lights, and layed down on the bed next to her. I sighed a big sigh of relief and nodded off to sleep.