LuckyGorsky
04-10-2008, 03:31 PM
Part one of a true story from 12 years ago. This is my first posting here.
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My wife was taking photos of her art for an application to a street festival. I was a few feet away, working out, and was spontaneously inspired to strip naked and ask her if she wanted to take some shots of me next to her art.
“Yes!” she replied enthusiastically. My member swelled at the idea of exposing myself this way. She snapped two frontal shots and one rear, which topped off the roll of film.
One day as we decompressed after work, I asked if she had developed the photos. She opened her purse and pulled out the three shots. “These came out today,” she said, and I was again aroused, imagining that several women who work at the development studio now had personal copies of nude photos of me.
“Why are you keeping those in your purse?” I inquired, and Becky just smiled at me. “Have you shown those pictures to anyone?”
She giggled. “Not yet. How would you feel about that?”
Did she have to ask? “Women only,” I asserted, “and tell me the same day who has seen them.”
The very next afternoon, as we decompressed after work, she announced, “I showed the pictures to Sofia today.” I asked for the details about her cute coworker seeing my genitals.
“I opened my purse to get money for lunch and they were on top, so I asked her if she wanted to see naked pictures of you. She said, ‘Sure!’ so I pulled them out and we looked at them together.”
“What did she say?”
Becky imitated Sofia’s voice. “I can’t believe I’m looking at naked pictures of your husband!”
I asked Becky to pull out the photos. I wanted to see again what Sofia had seen. Everything. I was completely naked, front and rear. My erection exposed my balls.
“Wow,” I said, under my breath, growing increasingly aroused. “What happened next?”
“I put them back in my purse, then later in the day she saw me open my purse, and asked if I was about to pull out the pictures again. So I handed them to her while I went to the bathroom. When I came out, I caught her still looking at them, and she turned red. She was probably thinking about having your cock inside her.”
I was fully erect in my pants. “I think I should be punished for exposing myself to Sofia,” I suggested.
“I agree,” said Becky. I stripped naked and stood in front of her with my legs apart. But she guided me to the bed, sitting me on the edge, then pushed me on my back. Three sharp blows to my balls came quickly. I groaned in deep pain and pleasure.
“Was that one for each of the photos?” I asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, she looked at them twice.” Another three sharp blows to my balls left me aching and arching my hips.
The next day after work I inquired whether Sofia had viewed my photos again.
“Yes, she did. I told her what happened, that I had punished you for exposing yourself to her, that I had spanked your balls.”
“What did she say to that?”
“She turned red, but her nipples went hard, when I explained that you liked it, that you wanted it. Then she said if that’s what you wanted, she’d be happy to look at the photos again.”
My breath drew short as I anticipated what was about to come. “So that’s when you showed her the photos?”
Becky smiled devilishly. “Yes, that was the first time.”
“The first time? You showed her more than once?” My anticipation was aroused.
“Oh, yes, a little later she said that she didn’t want to disappoint you, so she should look a second time.”
“Wow, I get the same as yesterday,” I said.
“No, you don’t. Throughout the day, she asked several times, ‘Do you think he can take three more?’ I always said yes.”
Now I was a bit nervous. I had trouble taking more than 15 blows at a time. “How many?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Twenty-four.”
“Holy shit!” I was scared. “You showed her 24 times?”
Becky laughed. “No, I showed her eight times. You have 24 coming.”
Still, that was going to hurt like hell. I stalled for a while, but after a few minutes she ordered me naked, and into position.
This time she paused a little longer between blows, letting the pain settle in each time. After the eighth blow I was groaning in pain, yelping each time she struck me. She began to taunt me, “This is what you get. You’re a slut, running around naked in front of Sofia. Admit it, you’re a slutty whore.”
The pain was so intense, it made my voice crack as I replied, “Yes, I deserve this. I deserve all of it. Please punish me.” And after each painful blow, I thanked her.
By the twentieth blow the pain was too intense, and I could no longer spread my legs voluntarily. She ****** my knees apart and finished me off. I writhed in pain on the ground, thoroughly humiliated as she stood over me laughing and stepping on me.
“You got what you wanted, slut. Stay there. If you move, you’re going to regret it.”
I didn’t move a muscle while she went to retrieve the camera. My eyes were closed, the room was moving as the pain continued in waves through my body. I heard her load the camera with a new roll of film.
“Look at me!” she commanded. I opened my eyes. “Lie on your back! Spread your legs.”
I obeyed. She snapped a photo of me and my bright red sack below my rock hard cock. She put her foot on my crotch and snapped another photo. She made me roll over on my stomach, pull my knees under my waist and spread my legs, as if offering to be fucked at her mercy, and snapped another photo.
She snapped photo after photo, each in a new position, sometimes smacking my balls a few times “because they aren’t red enough now,” dipping them in scalding water, then dripping hot wax on them. She tied a rope around them and tied the other end to a door knob, then made me push the door with my foot so that the rope painfully stretched my sack, taking several photos as she ****** me to torture myself.
The session lasted over an hour. She finished off the roll of film, then tied me spread to the bed. She crammed her largest dildo up my ass and left me there overnight.
I had many hours to plan my revenge.
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My wife was taking photos of her art for an application to a street festival. I was a few feet away, working out, and was spontaneously inspired to strip naked and ask her if she wanted to take some shots of me next to her art.
“Yes!” she replied enthusiastically. My member swelled at the idea of exposing myself this way. She snapped two frontal shots and one rear, which topped off the roll of film.
One day as we decompressed after work, I asked if she had developed the photos. She opened her purse and pulled out the three shots. “These came out today,” she said, and I was again aroused, imagining that several women who work at the development studio now had personal copies of nude photos of me.
“Why are you keeping those in your purse?” I inquired, and Becky just smiled at me. “Have you shown those pictures to anyone?”
She giggled. “Not yet. How would you feel about that?”
Did she have to ask? “Women only,” I asserted, “and tell me the same day who has seen them.”
The very next afternoon, as we decompressed after work, she announced, “I showed the pictures to Sofia today.” I asked for the details about her cute coworker seeing my genitals.
“I opened my purse to get money for lunch and they were on top, so I asked her if she wanted to see naked pictures of you. She said, ‘Sure!’ so I pulled them out and we looked at them together.”
“What did she say?”
Becky imitated Sofia’s voice. “I can’t believe I’m looking at naked pictures of your husband!”
I asked Becky to pull out the photos. I wanted to see again what Sofia had seen. Everything. I was completely naked, front and rear. My erection exposed my balls.
“Wow,” I said, under my breath, growing increasingly aroused. “What happened next?”
“I put them back in my purse, then later in the day she saw me open my purse, and asked if I was about to pull out the pictures again. So I handed them to her while I went to the bathroom. When I came out, I caught her still looking at them, and she turned red. She was probably thinking about having your cock inside her.”
I was fully erect in my pants. “I think I should be punished for exposing myself to Sofia,” I suggested.
“I agree,” said Becky. I stripped naked and stood in front of her with my legs apart. But she guided me to the bed, sitting me on the edge, then pushed me on my back. Three sharp blows to my balls came quickly. I groaned in deep pain and pleasure.
“Was that one for each of the photos?” I asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, she looked at them twice.” Another three sharp blows to my balls left me aching and arching my hips.
The next day after work I inquired whether Sofia had viewed my photos again.
“Yes, she did. I told her what happened, that I had punished you for exposing yourself to her, that I had spanked your balls.”
“What did she say to that?”
“She turned red, but her nipples went hard, when I explained that you liked it, that you wanted it. Then she said if that’s what you wanted, she’d be happy to look at the photos again.”
My breath drew short as I anticipated what was about to come. “So that’s when you showed her the photos?”
Becky smiled devilishly. “Yes, that was the first time.”
“The first time? You showed her more than once?” My anticipation was aroused.
“Oh, yes, a little later she said that she didn’t want to disappoint you, so she should look a second time.”
“Wow, I get the same as yesterday,” I said.
“No, you don’t. Throughout the day, she asked several times, ‘Do you think he can take three more?’ I always said yes.”
Now I was a bit nervous. I had trouble taking more than 15 blows at a time. “How many?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Twenty-four.”
“Holy shit!” I was scared. “You showed her 24 times?”
Becky laughed. “No, I showed her eight times. You have 24 coming.”
Still, that was going to hurt like hell. I stalled for a while, but after a few minutes she ordered me naked, and into position.
This time she paused a little longer between blows, letting the pain settle in each time. After the eighth blow I was groaning in pain, yelping each time she struck me. She began to taunt me, “This is what you get. You’re a slut, running around naked in front of Sofia. Admit it, you’re a slutty whore.”
The pain was so intense, it made my voice crack as I replied, “Yes, I deserve this. I deserve all of it. Please punish me.” And after each painful blow, I thanked her.
By the twentieth blow the pain was too intense, and I could no longer spread my legs voluntarily. She ****** my knees apart and finished me off. I writhed in pain on the ground, thoroughly humiliated as she stood over me laughing and stepping on me.
“You got what you wanted, slut. Stay there. If you move, you’re going to regret it.”
I didn’t move a muscle while she went to retrieve the camera. My eyes were closed, the room was moving as the pain continued in waves through my body. I heard her load the camera with a new roll of film.
“Look at me!” she commanded. I opened my eyes. “Lie on your back! Spread your legs.”
I obeyed. She snapped a photo of me and my bright red sack below my rock hard cock. She put her foot on my crotch and snapped another photo. She made me roll over on my stomach, pull my knees under my waist and spread my legs, as if offering to be fucked at her mercy, and snapped another photo.
She snapped photo after photo, each in a new position, sometimes smacking my balls a few times “because they aren’t red enough now,” dipping them in scalding water, then dripping hot wax on them. She tied a rope around them and tied the other end to a door knob, then made me push the door with my foot so that the rope painfully stretched my sack, taking several photos as she ****** me to torture myself.
The session lasted over an hour. She finished off the roll of film, then tied me spread to the bed. She crammed her largest dildo up my ass and left me there overnight.
I had many hours to plan my revenge.