JnRazic
03-01-2009, 07:28 AM
Hello,
I have'nt been on here in a while but thought I would have a look around after all this time and post up a story I wrote last year for my myspace page. It's a ballbusting story with some cuckolding thrown in for good measure, I hope you enjoy it!
The Seven Year Itch
It was the morning of her 43rd Birthday. She looked in the mirror and didn’t see herself at this age, a couple of faint wrinkles maybe but she had the looks of a woman in her mid-thirties at least. This was some consolation for her on this morning as she had nothing else to look forward too.
She walked back into the bedroom and dressed for work in her business suit, glancing over at her husband asleep and snoring in their marital bed. He had come in drunk last night and as he had no job to go to at the moment so she expected him to wake up around noon and not do much for the rest of the day whilst she was cooped up in her office all day.
Seven years of marriage had resulted in this. A lazy, jobless husband with no prospects and herself running her own department through years of hard work. She was the breadwinner now, but she would at least expect him to pull his weight now he was unemployable, or was that too much to ask for?
She had already been downstairs and had seen neither birthday card nor present waiting for her today. It was all very well for him to drink the night away on what money he had (and what she would occasionally allow him to have) but to not even bother to buy her something on today of all days was unforgivable. He might pick up something today but she doubted it, he had forgotten her birthday the last three years and she didn’t expect any signs of improvement this year.
She left the house slamming to door behind her, hoping to wake him up before she locked it and got in her car.
As she drove to work she contemplated divorce. It was a harsh move but she couldn’t go on like this, this empty loving marriage. He did love her, he had told her sincerely and honestly many times but it was his lack of drive and self confidence that held him back from achieving anything, even keeping his wife happy. She herself had changed since they met seven years ago, she had been a dutiful wife whilst he brought in the money but she had discovered her own need to succeed and was now earning much more than he had when he was working. Times had changed, and what loving feelings she had for him were gone now and replaced with loathing and anger for him. Maybe today should be the first day to ring the changes that she needed in her life, she thought to herself as she changed gear and sped off down the motorway.
It was a hectic morning in the office, but she could manage and had managed many times under this pressure before. She was hoping to get out of the office at the end of the day and…….then she realised that she had nothing to look forward to really, just her husband at home. The thought depressed her and she spent the rest of the morning in her office until lunchtime when she heard a knock on her door. It was Adrian, a new employee who had started in her department two weeks ago. He was exactly ten years younger than her, good looking and with a fine body. Many times she had fantasized about him but she kept her thoughts to herself, but she was sure that he found her attractive as she had caught his sly approving looks at her when she walked past him, feeling his eyes following her legs as she walked to her office.
She told him to enter and was interested to know what he wanted.
“Hi Bridgette the team mentioned that it was your birthday today, so I volunteered to get you a card and a pressie after we had a whip round. Hope you like!” he explained as he placed the gifts on her desk.
She was completely taken aback by this generosity. She was a hard taskmistress for sure but her team did respect her but this was the only time they had done such a thing for her. Things were looking up! Suddenly she had an exciting idea.
“Adrian, as you are a new employee here I usually like to have a little friendly chat and congratulate my new workers over a drink here in my office after work. As it’s my birthday why don’t we join celebrations and do both together? If you don’t have to get off after work that is.” she asked him.
“I’d love too. But we could always go to a bar instead.” he suggested.
“Oh no, we don’t need that . I have a drinks cabinet in here, plus it will be much more quieter than in a noisy bar.”
“Ok, I’ll see you after work then Bridgette.”
She watched him as he left her office and smiled to herself. This might just turn to be her best birthday yet.
She arrived home four hours later than normal. She was seriously well satisfied now, physically and mentally. Plus she had done a little shopping too, just to celebrate her birthday.
She heard her husband moving around upstairs, he she heard him call her. She looked around the house, wondering if he had possible bought her something for her birthday. There was nothing to be seen.
No surprise there, she thought. She went upstairs and found him on the PC playing internet poker, with money he didn’t have in the first place.
“Where have you been? You should have been home hours ago!” he exclaimed not even taken his eyes off the screen.
“Well my darling hubby, I had drink with a guy who was ten years younger than me, sucked his cock whilst he was sat in my adjustable office chair then fucked him on the desk in my office. Then we had a quick bite to eat at restaurant that he knows before I fucked him again in the back seat of my car. Then I dropped him off home and I did a little shopping at a sex shop before arriving here. Quite a nice birthday it’s been actually!” she explained to him matter-of-factly.
He looked round speechless.
“What guy? Who is he? What the hell did you go to a sex shop for?” he demanded to know, never once picking up on the comment she made about her birthday.
“Just a attractive young guy who finds me desirable, and who bought me a birthday card and present too. Funny isn’t it, we have been married for seven years and you have forgotten my birthday, I’ve know him two weeks and he even knew that it was today.”
He stood there stunned, not knowing what to say. He eyed the bag that she held in her hand that was no doubt from the sex shop. He didn’t even want to know what was in it.
“I did remember, really Bridgette……I just didn’t have time to get you anything…..” he tried to talk his way out of his forgetfulness.
But she was having none of it. She smiled at his pathetic attempt to appease and thought back to when she was at school once many years ago and what she did to a boy who attempted to touch her up.
She swung her foot back then held for a second before swinging it forward and aimed her shoe right between his legs until it connected hard. He gasped and bent over, totally unsuspecting such a violent action from her before cupping his groin his hands and sinking to his knees.
It was such a rush for her seeing him crumble to his knees with such a simple kick. She really felt in control now and stood over him knowing he was totally in her power now.
“Bridgette…..why…..” he managed to mutter.
She really wanted to kick him again, but she raised her foot instead and placed her shoe on his shoulder then kicked him backwards so he tumbled onto his back, hands still cupping himself.
“Why? It’s called the seven year itch, and you are the large ignorant itch that been irritating me for the last seven years. And tonight I’m going to scratch it!” she explained before ordering him to, “Roll onto your front now!”
He merely groaned in pain and didn’t attempt to move.
“Roll onto your front I said!”
When he didn’t comply again she started to kick him with pointed toes of her shoes, quickly he complied and rolled over in agony at her command.
She knelt on his back then produced an pair of handcuffs from the bag which she quickly snapped around his wrists, ******* his arms behind his back before she stood again and demanded for him to roll back so he was facing upwards again.
“Bridgette, why are you doing this….I said I’m sorry!” he pleaded with her after he rolled onto his back again, trapping his handcuffed arms underneath him.
“Well hubby, that kick was for forgetting my birthday today…..” she said as she stepped between his legs, “this one is for all the other times you have forgotten,” she kicked him between the legs hard, “and these next five are for the number of times you have forgotten our wedding anniversary!”, her foot then struck accurately five times in quick succession before he had chance to close his legs and block her foot.
He looked quite unwell. She placed one foot on his chest and pressed down with the heel of her shoe pinning him down to the carpet. She smiled down at him enjoying the fact that she caused him so much pain, she removed her foot and crouched forward then straddled his chest trapping his neck and head between her legs. He moaned as his and her combined weight as it placed more pressure on his handcuffed wrist that were underneath him. She reached inside the bag again and took out another item she had purchased from the sex-shop. It was a ball-gag.
“No Brigitte don’t…..please no!” he begged her.
His pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Now open your mouth.” she asked politely.
He refused and clamped his mouth shut tight. With her free hand she reached behind her and felt for the crotch of his pants, then cupped her hands underneath it and grabbed hard, squeezing his cock and already aching balls in a tight grip. He screamed out loud.
“If you want me to let go you better let me put the gag in.” she said, twisting her grip slightly.
“Okay, okay just let me go please Bridgette!”
When he was nicely ball gagged she looked down on him from her straddling position and gloated over him. He was completely at her mercy now.
She stood now, his neck now positioned between her shoes as she looked down upon him.
“Now my darling husband, you can see what my feet can do to you if you misbehave, so I would be very good from now on. I want our marriage to change from now on, I think you can agree that the love and passion have gone out of our marriage hasn’t it? We seem to be two people simply sharing a house at the moment, not really a happily married couple at all. And you tiny 3inch cock has left me totally unsatisfied for years, so sexually we are totally incompatible so I have come to decision, divorce!” she explained to him.
His eyes widened, and she laughed at his reaction.
“Well, I considered divorce earlier today but after my well earned bout of sex with a younger man I decided to give you a second chance. We still can be a married couple but in name only. You will merely be a house husband and partner to me, but sexually you will be nothing at all. I will have sex, lot’s of sex with whoever I choose but you will be denied any sexual privileges. I might let you play with you 3 incher now and again and splutter out some cum when I deem you worthy of doing so, but any kind of sexual intercourse will be off limits totally! And if I find you have been playing around when you shouldn’t have……well let’s just say tonight demonstration with my foot will give you and idea of what will happen to you if you misbehave hubby. Now, is that clear?”
He nodded weakly, staring up at her she placed her hands on her hips and bent forward slightly to get a closer look at him.
“From tomorrow I will be leaving you with a list of chores to do and I expect them to be done by the time I get back home…..whatever time that may be. And if you fail in any of your chores then I will have to punish you and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what that will entail will I? Hmmm, I think you understand, now get up off the floor and stand up!”
She stepped aside and he rolled onto his side, and then onto his knees before standing upright. She stepped up to him, looking him deep in the eyes.
“Tonight I will be sleeping alone in our bed, you can sleep on the couch. I will decide tomorrow if I want you back in our marital bed, for sleeping only of course. Now turn around!” she told him.
She unlocked the handcuffs and freed his wrists, his hands automatically going towards his beaten and aching groin to comfort himself.
“You will keep that ball gag in for the night, and if I find you without it in the morning god help you!” she warned him before turning on her heel and exiting the room.
The following week he was much more helpful and obedient towards her, no doubt because his balls still ached from her vicious kicks. She was impressed at how much we wanted her to be part of his life, at least he still wanted her but sadly the feelings were not as mutual from her point of view. She had found a new lease of life, well a new lease of a sex life that had been denied her since their marriage. With a new toy boy at her beck and call and another in the sidelines she had her eye on she would be seriously well satisfied in the pleasure department. Unfortunately for her husband his sex life was more or less over, except when she decided he could masturbate himself for some self relief. She even changed the password on their home PC so he couldn’t surf for any internet porn when she was out, a vice that was another one of her gripes with him.
The weeks passed, and week by week he changed into someone she became less irritated by, he was still useless to her sexually but he did try his best to please her. Whether that was because he really wanted to or because he feared her swift kicks to his balls she could not discern but she was pleased with him. This even extended to tennis practice on a Wednesday evening. She had been going for the last couple of years with a friend from work, but due to personal reasons she had to stop going leaving Bridgette out on a limb, until now that is. They had played together before they married but after married he lost interest in any kind of sport a left her alone to pursue it.
The first tennis evening went well, but the second proved to be somewhat difficult for him. He could still play but her experience from years of practice proved far greater, he was humiliatingly beaten set after set. Plus she seemed to take great in delight in beating him so easily too, with her powerful serves and accuracy he didn’t have a chance against her. But on this particular night he seemed distracted and his playing was very poor, even from someone who was a little out of practice. It concerned her why and watched him now and again as he took sly glances to the next court where she saw two attractive young women playing each other. Now she understood why! She let him off and didn’t mention it as he had been denied any sexual relief for a good few weeks now, but he seemed to get worse and worse, his eyes wandering over to them and their short skirts and bare long legs. This was the last straw! It was her serve so decide to make it one he would never forget, she served the ball so it landed a few feet before him then ricocheted upwards at an angle and hit him right in the balls! He let out a yelp, dropped his racquet and cupped himself. Suddenly their was some giggling from the adjoining court where the two young women were. She turned to them and they seemed a little embarrassed, concerned and amused by what had just happened on their neighbouring court.
“Oh god, we’re so sorry with laughing like that. It just looked so funny. I’m sure it was just an accident on your fault.” one of them apologised.
“It wasn’t an accident at all, I did it on purpose.” she explained to them.
The two girls looked at each other bemused, and laughed a little and this strange situation.
“He’s been letching over the both of you for the last half-an-hour so I thought I would punish him for it.” she explained herself,
The mood of the girls changed from bemused to quite angry.
“The dirty fucker!” one of them said.
Bridgette looked around the tennis courts, it was getting quite late and it would be shutting up for the day in about fifteen minutes. They were the only two courts occupied.
“If you want to punish him for letching over you both feel free to punish him for it…..right between the legs with your racquets!” Bridgette suggested to them with a wicked smile.
“Two bloody right we will.” said the girls as they walked onto the court with their racquets at the ready. Bridgette happily supplied them with some balls and let them take up position.
“Bridgette please don’t let them!” her husband begged, “I didn’t mean it really, I’m sorry!”
“I think these two girls are the ones you should be apologizing too darling!” Bridgette commented.
He looked at the two girls with pleading eyes and begged for forgiveness from him. They were having none of it.
“Shut up! Stand still and keep your legs open wanker!” one of them shouted at him as she prepared to serve. Her ball hit him squarely and powerfully and he let out a loud cry and doubled up.
“Stand straight wanker! Spread those legs!” ordered the other girl ready for her turn. Her shot was equally as deadly resulting in him falling to his knees in agony.
The girls seemed satisfied, but Bridgette then said, “He can take more than that. Feel free to use him for a few more minutes target practice if you want.”
They readily agreed and he then suffered a barrage of tennis balls against his groin, chest and head until he was a heap on the floor moaning to himself. Bridgette was very impressed with them and they were with her asking her if she wanted to practice with them rather than her useless husband. She agreed absolutely as they arranged to meet the following Wednesday. The girls then left leaving Bridgette with her husband, the only ones now left on the courts.
Bridgette walked up to her husband who was still on the floor in agony and smiled at the sight.
“You won’t have to come anymore to tennis and be humiliated like this as those two girls offered to practice with me from now on. Come on, get up. I’ll drive home tonight as I don’t think you will capable of it really.” she said to him.
He got up but he walked slowly from the pain. She found it very amusing.
“What a pity darling, I was going to allow you play with your 3 incher tonight. But somehow I don’t think you will be capable will you!” she teased him.
He let out a moan of pain and frustration.
Three months past and her husband been totally worn down by her, physically and mentally by her demands on him. Occasionally he had suffered her kicks and knees to his balls for bad or sloppy behaviour but in truth he had done everything he could be on his wives good side. But it was never going to last.
Bridgette had become attached to wealthy businessman who suggested whisking her away to Europe for a romantic weekend. Needless to say her husband was not best pleased when she broke this news to him, he had managed to survive her usual lovers for a few hours on an evening but this was something else. He actually forbid her to go with him. She did find this sudden discovery off a spine in him quite amusing but she brushed it off as just fake bravado until the day came itself. With her bag packed for the weekend in her hand she found her husband actually blocking the doorway stopping her from leaving.
“You’re not going Bridgette, this had gone too far!” he protested.
She quite admired how far he was going with his protest, but it would fail miserable for him. She decided to call his bluff.
“So at last you making a stand against me. How long has it been since it made you less of man than you were before…..three months…more? So you’re finally going to physically stop me from going?”
“Yes, I am. You’re my wife remember! MY wife!” he spat out in anger, his hand gripping her arm that held the travelling case.
She dropped the case, then her hand touched his face and stroking it.
“I’ve never seen you like this before darling……this is how I always wanted you to be……why did you wait so long? Why did you deny me this power of yours? I really want to do something for you now….” she said, excited by his change in behaviour.
She sank to her knees, her fingers unzipped the his pants and unbuckled the belt until his pants fell to floor. He was panting now as she slid down his underwear and took hold of his cock that was semi-erect.
“Seems we’ve both been missing out on so much all this years, let’s start afresh shall we…..” she seductively said up to him before kissing the head of his cock as her fingers stroked the shaft bringing him to a full erection. He was breathing heavy now, anticipating the pleasure that would come now. Only he would be waiting for a long time as Bridgette bit the head of his cock hard and grabbed his balls in her fingers tightly.
“Bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” she shouted at him.
He screamed in pain his hands trying to wrestle away her hands but she squeezed harder and warned him that any attempt to wrench her hands away would result in her taking his balls off with them! He backed down and she stood, slapping him across the face with her free hand once.
“Step out of those pants now!” she ordered.
He obeyed and when he had done so she lead him up the stairs by his balls in her grasp before finally coming into their bedroom.
She let go of his balls then gripped his shirt and ripped it away from his body, tearing the buttons off without a care before pushing him onto the their marriage bed.
The bed had shackles attached to it now. Originally they were for use by her to punish her husband, but occasionally she would be in the shackles when one of her lovers had come round for some kinky sex. But today it would be her husband on the receiving end of some bondage.
Locking him into them she pulled out the ball gag and gagged him before pulling out her mobile phone and calling her lover who she was supposed to have been meeting before her husband had intervened.
“Hi lover…..I’m afraid I’m running a little late….should be there in about 30mins…..is that okay……good see you then!” she conversed.
She looked down at her husband and smiled evilly at him, before making another call on her mobile phone.
“Hi, are you two busy by any chance? You’re not…..excellent! How do you fancy some fun with my husband for the afternoon? No I won’t be joining in I going away for the weekend……..about fifteen minutes….yes that fine! I’ll be waiting for you!”
She switched off her phone, then turned to bedroom wardrobe. He was scared now. He knew what she would be looking for, as it was in the wardrobe where she kept all her implements of punishment for him. She produced a riding crop, a small multi tailed whip, a paddle and the worst item of all, the ball crusher.
She lay them out on the bedside chair neatly then disappeared down stairs. He waited fearful at who she had called on the phone after her new lover. He really should have guessed but in his panic he couldn’t think straight. He heard the doorbell ring and his wife open it and welcome her guests in.
“He’s upstairs, all prepared for you. Follow me up.” he heard her say and he heard several footsteps climb the stairs.
His wife entered the bedroom first saying, “Be hard on him but don’t be too hard on him. I do still want him in one piece when I get back on Monday.” she said to her guests.
When he saw them he let out a groan from behind his gag. It was the two girls from the tennis club who had giving him a thoroughly deserved punishment for his letching. After suffering the power from their tennis serves he didn’t like the idea of them using punishment equipment on him, as well as the almost sadistic pleasure they had from doing so too. He feared their use of the ball crusher the most though.
“Now don’t be a bother darling,” she said to him before turning to them , “and girls….when you have had your fun with him allow him to have some fun playing with himself…..well, if he’s still capable of it that is!”
She blew her husband a kiss then left or her weekend away, as the two girls looked down at him, turned to each other and smiled then walked over to the chair where the punishment implements were and chose their weapons of torture.
The End.
I have'nt been on here in a while but thought I would have a look around after all this time and post up a story I wrote last year for my myspace page. It's a ballbusting story with some cuckolding thrown in for good measure, I hope you enjoy it!
The Seven Year Itch
It was the morning of her 43rd Birthday. She looked in the mirror and didn’t see herself at this age, a couple of faint wrinkles maybe but she had the looks of a woman in her mid-thirties at least. This was some consolation for her on this morning as she had nothing else to look forward too.
She walked back into the bedroom and dressed for work in her business suit, glancing over at her husband asleep and snoring in their marital bed. He had come in drunk last night and as he had no job to go to at the moment so she expected him to wake up around noon and not do much for the rest of the day whilst she was cooped up in her office all day.
Seven years of marriage had resulted in this. A lazy, jobless husband with no prospects and herself running her own department through years of hard work. She was the breadwinner now, but she would at least expect him to pull his weight now he was unemployable, or was that too much to ask for?
She had already been downstairs and had seen neither birthday card nor present waiting for her today. It was all very well for him to drink the night away on what money he had (and what she would occasionally allow him to have) but to not even bother to buy her something on today of all days was unforgivable. He might pick up something today but she doubted it, he had forgotten her birthday the last three years and she didn’t expect any signs of improvement this year.
She left the house slamming to door behind her, hoping to wake him up before she locked it and got in her car.
As she drove to work she contemplated divorce. It was a harsh move but she couldn’t go on like this, this empty loving marriage. He did love her, he had told her sincerely and honestly many times but it was his lack of drive and self confidence that held him back from achieving anything, even keeping his wife happy. She herself had changed since they met seven years ago, she had been a dutiful wife whilst he brought in the money but she had discovered her own need to succeed and was now earning much more than he had when he was working. Times had changed, and what loving feelings she had for him were gone now and replaced with loathing and anger for him. Maybe today should be the first day to ring the changes that she needed in her life, she thought to herself as she changed gear and sped off down the motorway.
It was a hectic morning in the office, but she could manage and had managed many times under this pressure before. She was hoping to get out of the office at the end of the day and…….then she realised that she had nothing to look forward to really, just her husband at home. The thought depressed her and she spent the rest of the morning in her office until lunchtime when she heard a knock on her door. It was Adrian, a new employee who had started in her department two weeks ago. He was exactly ten years younger than her, good looking and with a fine body. Many times she had fantasized about him but she kept her thoughts to herself, but she was sure that he found her attractive as she had caught his sly approving looks at her when she walked past him, feeling his eyes following her legs as she walked to her office.
She told him to enter and was interested to know what he wanted.
“Hi Bridgette the team mentioned that it was your birthday today, so I volunteered to get you a card and a pressie after we had a whip round. Hope you like!” he explained as he placed the gifts on her desk.
She was completely taken aback by this generosity. She was a hard taskmistress for sure but her team did respect her but this was the only time they had done such a thing for her. Things were looking up! Suddenly she had an exciting idea.
“Adrian, as you are a new employee here I usually like to have a little friendly chat and congratulate my new workers over a drink here in my office after work. As it’s my birthday why don’t we join celebrations and do both together? If you don’t have to get off after work that is.” she asked him.
“I’d love too. But we could always go to a bar instead.” he suggested.
“Oh no, we don’t need that . I have a drinks cabinet in here, plus it will be much more quieter than in a noisy bar.”
“Ok, I’ll see you after work then Bridgette.”
She watched him as he left her office and smiled to herself. This might just turn to be her best birthday yet.
She arrived home four hours later than normal. She was seriously well satisfied now, physically and mentally. Plus she had done a little shopping too, just to celebrate her birthday.
She heard her husband moving around upstairs, he she heard him call her. She looked around the house, wondering if he had possible bought her something for her birthday. There was nothing to be seen.
No surprise there, she thought. She went upstairs and found him on the PC playing internet poker, with money he didn’t have in the first place.
“Where have you been? You should have been home hours ago!” he exclaimed not even taken his eyes off the screen.
“Well my darling hubby, I had drink with a guy who was ten years younger than me, sucked his cock whilst he was sat in my adjustable office chair then fucked him on the desk in my office. Then we had a quick bite to eat at restaurant that he knows before I fucked him again in the back seat of my car. Then I dropped him off home and I did a little shopping at a sex shop before arriving here. Quite a nice birthday it’s been actually!” she explained to him matter-of-factly.
He looked round speechless.
“What guy? Who is he? What the hell did you go to a sex shop for?” he demanded to know, never once picking up on the comment she made about her birthday.
“Just a attractive young guy who finds me desirable, and who bought me a birthday card and present too. Funny isn’t it, we have been married for seven years and you have forgotten my birthday, I’ve know him two weeks and he even knew that it was today.”
He stood there stunned, not knowing what to say. He eyed the bag that she held in her hand that was no doubt from the sex shop. He didn’t even want to know what was in it.
“I did remember, really Bridgette……I just didn’t have time to get you anything…..” he tried to talk his way out of his forgetfulness.
But she was having none of it. She smiled at his pathetic attempt to appease and thought back to when she was at school once many years ago and what she did to a boy who attempted to touch her up.
She swung her foot back then held for a second before swinging it forward and aimed her shoe right between his legs until it connected hard. He gasped and bent over, totally unsuspecting such a violent action from her before cupping his groin his hands and sinking to his knees.
It was such a rush for her seeing him crumble to his knees with such a simple kick. She really felt in control now and stood over him knowing he was totally in her power now.
“Bridgette…..why…..” he managed to mutter.
She really wanted to kick him again, but she raised her foot instead and placed her shoe on his shoulder then kicked him backwards so he tumbled onto his back, hands still cupping himself.
“Why? It’s called the seven year itch, and you are the large ignorant itch that been irritating me for the last seven years. And tonight I’m going to scratch it!” she explained before ordering him to, “Roll onto your front now!”
He merely groaned in pain and didn’t attempt to move.
“Roll onto your front I said!”
When he didn’t comply again she started to kick him with pointed toes of her shoes, quickly he complied and rolled over in agony at her command.
She knelt on his back then produced an pair of handcuffs from the bag which she quickly snapped around his wrists, ******* his arms behind his back before she stood again and demanded for him to roll back so he was facing upwards again.
“Bridgette, why are you doing this….I said I’m sorry!” he pleaded with her after he rolled onto his back again, trapping his handcuffed arms underneath him.
“Well hubby, that kick was for forgetting my birthday today…..” she said as she stepped between his legs, “this one is for all the other times you have forgotten,” she kicked him between the legs hard, “and these next five are for the number of times you have forgotten our wedding anniversary!”, her foot then struck accurately five times in quick succession before he had chance to close his legs and block her foot.
He looked quite unwell. She placed one foot on his chest and pressed down with the heel of her shoe pinning him down to the carpet. She smiled down at him enjoying the fact that she caused him so much pain, she removed her foot and crouched forward then straddled his chest trapping his neck and head between her legs. He moaned as his and her combined weight as it placed more pressure on his handcuffed wrist that were underneath him. She reached inside the bag again and took out another item she had purchased from the sex-shop. It was a ball-gag.
“No Brigitte don’t…..please no!” he begged her.
His pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Now open your mouth.” she asked politely.
He refused and clamped his mouth shut tight. With her free hand she reached behind her and felt for the crotch of his pants, then cupped her hands underneath it and grabbed hard, squeezing his cock and already aching balls in a tight grip. He screamed out loud.
“If you want me to let go you better let me put the gag in.” she said, twisting her grip slightly.
“Okay, okay just let me go please Bridgette!”
When he was nicely ball gagged she looked down on him from her straddling position and gloated over him. He was completely at her mercy now.
She stood now, his neck now positioned between her shoes as she looked down upon him.
“Now my darling husband, you can see what my feet can do to you if you misbehave, so I would be very good from now on. I want our marriage to change from now on, I think you can agree that the love and passion have gone out of our marriage hasn’t it? We seem to be two people simply sharing a house at the moment, not really a happily married couple at all. And you tiny 3inch cock has left me totally unsatisfied for years, so sexually we are totally incompatible so I have come to decision, divorce!” she explained to him.
His eyes widened, and she laughed at his reaction.
“Well, I considered divorce earlier today but after my well earned bout of sex with a younger man I decided to give you a second chance. We still can be a married couple but in name only. You will merely be a house husband and partner to me, but sexually you will be nothing at all. I will have sex, lot’s of sex with whoever I choose but you will be denied any sexual privileges. I might let you play with you 3 incher now and again and splutter out some cum when I deem you worthy of doing so, but any kind of sexual intercourse will be off limits totally! And if I find you have been playing around when you shouldn’t have……well let’s just say tonight demonstration with my foot will give you and idea of what will happen to you if you misbehave hubby. Now, is that clear?”
He nodded weakly, staring up at her she placed her hands on her hips and bent forward slightly to get a closer look at him.
“From tomorrow I will be leaving you with a list of chores to do and I expect them to be done by the time I get back home…..whatever time that may be. And if you fail in any of your chores then I will have to punish you and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what that will entail will I? Hmmm, I think you understand, now get up off the floor and stand up!”
She stepped aside and he rolled onto his side, and then onto his knees before standing upright. She stepped up to him, looking him deep in the eyes.
“Tonight I will be sleeping alone in our bed, you can sleep on the couch. I will decide tomorrow if I want you back in our marital bed, for sleeping only of course. Now turn around!” she told him.
She unlocked the handcuffs and freed his wrists, his hands automatically going towards his beaten and aching groin to comfort himself.
“You will keep that ball gag in for the night, and if I find you without it in the morning god help you!” she warned him before turning on her heel and exiting the room.
The following week he was much more helpful and obedient towards her, no doubt because his balls still ached from her vicious kicks. She was impressed at how much we wanted her to be part of his life, at least he still wanted her but sadly the feelings were not as mutual from her point of view. She had found a new lease of life, well a new lease of a sex life that had been denied her since their marriage. With a new toy boy at her beck and call and another in the sidelines she had her eye on she would be seriously well satisfied in the pleasure department. Unfortunately for her husband his sex life was more or less over, except when she decided he could masturbate himself for some self relief. She even changed the password on their home PC so he couldn’t surf for any internet porn when she was out, a vice that was another one of her gripes with him.
The weeks passed, and week by week he changed into someone she became less irritated by, he was still useless to her sexually but he did try his best to please her. Whether that was because he really wanted to or because he feared her swift kicks to his balls she could not discern but she was pleased with him. This even extended to tennis practice on a Wednesday evening. She had been going for the last couple of years with a friend from work, but due to personal reasons she had to stop going leaving Bridgette out on a limb, until now that is. They had played together before they married but after married he lost interest in any kind of sport a left her alone to pursue it.
The first tennis evening went well, but the second proved to be somewhat difficult for him. He could still play but her experience from years of practice proved far greater, he was humiliatingly beaten set after set. Plus she seemed to take great in delight in beating him so easily too, with her powerful serves and accuracy he didn’t have a chance against her. But on this particular night he seemed distracted and his playing was very poor, even from someone who was a little out of practice. It concerned her why and watched him now and again as he took sly glances to the next court where she saw two attractive young women playing each other. Now she understood why! She let him off and didn’t mention it as he had been denied any sexual relief for a good few weeks now, but he seemed to get worse and worse, his eyes wandering over to them and their short skirts and bare long legs. This was the last straw! It was her serve so decide to make it one he would never forget, she served the ball so it landed a few feet before him then ricocheted upwards at an angle and hit him right in the balls! He let out a yelp, dropped his racquet and cupped himself. Suddenly their was some giggling from the adjoining court where the two young women were. She turned to them and they seemed a little embarrassed, concerned and amused by what had just happened on their neighbouring court.
“Oh god, we’re so sorry with laughing like that. It just looked so funny. I’m sure it was just an accident on your fault.” one of them apologised.
“It wasn’t an accident at all, I did it on purpose.” she explained to them.
The two girls looked at each other bemused, and laughed a little and this strange situation.
“He’s been letching over the both of you for the last half-an-hour so I thought I would punish him for it.” she explained herself,
The mood of the girls changed from bemused to quite angry.
“The dirty fucker!” one of them said.
Bridgette looked around the tennis courts, it was getting quite late and it would be shutting up for the day in about fifteen minutes. They were the only two courts occupied.
“If you want to punish him for letching over you both feel free to punish him for it…..right between the legs with your racquets!” Bridgette suggested to them with a wicked smile.
“Two bloody right we will.” said the girls as they walked onto the court with their racquets at the ready. Bridgette happily supplied them with some balls and let them take up position.
“Bridgette please don’t let them!” her husband begged, “I didn’t mean it really, I’m sorry!”
“I think these two girls are the ones you should be apologizing too darling!” Bridgette commented.
He looked at the two girls with pleading eyes and begged for forgiveness from him. They were having none of it.
“Shut up! Stand still and keep your legs open wanker!” one of them shouted at him as she prepared to serve. Her ball hit him squarely and powerfully and he let out a loud cry and doubled up.
“Stand straight wanker! Spread those legs!” ordered the other girl ready for her turn. Her shot was equally as deadly resulting in him falling to his knees in agony.
The girls seemed satisfied, but Bridgette then said, “He can take more than that. Feel free to use him for a few more minutes target practice if you want.”
They readily agreed and he then suffered a barrage of tennis balls against his groin, chest and head until he was a heap on the floor moaning to himself. Bridgette was very impressed with them and they were with her asking her if she wanted to practice with them rather than her useless husband. She agreed absolutely as they arranged to meet the following Wednesday. The girls then left leaving Bridgette with her husband, the only ones now left on the courts.
Bridgette walked up to her husband who was still on the floor in agony and smiled at the sight.
“You won’t have to come anymore to tennis and be humiliated like this as those two girls offered to practice with me from now on. Come on, get up. I’ll drive home tonight as I don’t think you will capable of it really.” she said to him.
He got up but he walked slowly from the pain. She found it very amusing.
“What a pity darling, I was going to allow you play with your 3 incher tonight. But somehow I don’t think you will be capable will you!” she teased him.
He let out a moan of pain and frustration.
Three months past and her husband been totally worn down by her, physically and mentally by her demands on him. Occasionally he had suffered her kicks and knees to his balls for bad or sloppy behaviour but in truth he had done everything he could be on his wives good side. But it was never going to last.
Bridgette had become attached to wealthy businessman who suggested whisking her away to Europe for a romantic weekend. Needless to say her husband was not best pleased when she broke this news to him, he had managed to survive her usual lovers for a few hours on an evening but this was something else. He actually forbid her to go with him. She did find this sudden discovery off a spine in him quite amusing but she brushed it off as just fake bravado until the day came itself. With her bag packed for the weekend in her hand she found her husband actually blocking the doorway stopping her from leaving.
“You’re not going Bridgette, this had gone too far!” he protested.
She quite admired how far he was going with his protest, but it would fail miserable for him. She decided to call his bluff.
“So at last you making a stand against me. How long has it been since it made you less of man than you were before…..three months…more? So you’re finally going to physically stop me from going?”
“Yes, I am. You’re my wife remember! MY wife!” he spat out in anger, his hand gripping her arm that held the travelling case.
She dropped the case, then her hand touched his face and stroking it.
“I’ve never seen you like this before darling……this is how I always wanted you to be……why did you wait so long? Why did you deny me this power of yours? I really want to do something for you now….” she said, excited by his change in behaviour.
She sank to her knees, her fingers unzipped the his pants and unbuckled the belt until his pants fell to floor. He was panting now as she slid down his underwear and took hold of his cock that was semi-erect.
“Seems we’ve both been missing out on so much all this years, let’s start afresh shall we…..” she seductively said up to him before kissing the head of his cock as her fingers stroked the shaft bringing him to a full erection. He was breathing heavy now, anticipating the pleasure that would come now. Only he would be waiting for a long time as Bridgette bit the head of his cock hard and grabbed his balls in her fingers tightly.
“Bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” she shouted at him.
He screamed in pain his hands trying to wrestle away her hands but she squeezed harder and warned him that any attempt to wrench her hands away would result in her taking his balls off with them! He backed down and she stood, slapping him across the face with her free hand once.
“Step out of those pants now!” she ordered.
He obeyed and when he had done so she lead him up the stairs by his balls in her grasp before finally coming into their bedroom.
She let go of his balls then gripped his shirt and ripped it away from his body, tearing the buttons off without a care before pushing him onto the their marriage bed.
The bed had shackles attached to it now. Originally they were for use by her to punish her husband, but occasionally she would be in the shackles when one of her lovers had come round for some kinky sex. But today it would be her husband on the receiving end of some bondage.
Locking him into them she pulled out the ball gag and gagged him before pulling out her mobile phone and calling her lover who she was supposed to have been meeting before her husband had intervened.
“Hi lover…..I’m afraid I’m running a little late….should be there in about 30mins…..is that okay……good see you then!” she conversed.
She looked down at her husband and smiled evilly at him, before making another call on her mobile phone.
“Hi, are you two busy by any chance? You’re not…..excellent! How do you fancy some fun with my husband for the afternoon? No I won’t be joining in I going away for the weekend……..about fifteen minutes….yes that fine! I’ll be waiting for you!”
She switched off her phone, then turned to bedroom wardrobe. He was scared now. He knew what she would be looking for, as it was in the wardrobe where she kept all her implements of punishment for him. She produced a riding crop, a small multi tailed whip, a paddle and the worst item of all, the ball crusher.
She lay them out on the bedside chair neatly then disappeared down stairs. He waited fearful at who she had called on the phone after her new lover. He really should have guessed but in his panic he couldn’t think straight. He heard the doorbell ring and his wife open it and welcome her guests in.
“He’s upstairs, all prepared for you. Follow me up.” he heard her say and he heard several footsteps climb the stairs.
His wife entered the bedroom first saying, “Be hard on him but don’t be too hard on him. I do still want him in one piece when I get back on Monday.” she said to her guests.
When he saw them he let out a groan from behind his gag. It was the two girls from the tennis club who had giving him a thoroughly deserved punishment for his letching. After suffering the power from their tennis serves he didn’t like the idea of them using punishment equipment on him, as well as the almost sadistic pleasure they had from doing so too. He feared their use of the ball crusher the most though.
“Now don’t be a bother darling,” she said to him before turning to them , “and girls….when you have had your fun with him allow him to have some fun playing with himself…..well, if he’s still capable of it that is!”
She blew her husband a kiss then left or her weekend away, as the two girls looked down at him, turned to each other and smiled then walked over to the chair where the punishment implements were and chose their weapons of torture.
The End.