My wife’s friend, Sandra, had asked me if I could help her with some DIY. We’d been friends for years, and I’d always fancied her and had masochistic fantasies about her. She’s average height, sturdily built with broad shoulders and large breasts. She’s a strong girl, brought up on a farm. She’s quite pretty and has an infectious grin. Some people find her readiness to talk about sex a bit off-putting, especially other people’s kinks and ways. I’d often fantasised about what it’d be like to have my balls in her strong hands. I was about to find out in a most unexpected way.

We’d just finished the DIY and were having coffee. We were chatting about this and that and I was conscious, as always, of her voluptuous frame and probably had an undercurrent of masochistic thoughts running on in the background. Then she said

“Did you see that programme about sadomasochistic sex the other night?”

I tried to be nonchalant. I hadn’t, but I’d wanted to. But I’d have been embarrassed to suggest it for the evening’s viewing at our house.

“No. Any good?”

“They’re weird. I don’t understand it. All that…leather and fetish stuff”

“Yeah!” I agreed

“I don’t understand how people could get off on pain. I suppose I could understand someone enjoying hurting someone else if it was…you know…a mutual thing, if the person wants pain. But I don’t understand how anyone can actually enjoy being whipped”.

“No” I agreed. Did she just say something about enjoying hurting someone?

“Ages ago Julie told me you liked having your balls squeezed. Doesn’t that hurt? Or is it pleasurable?” My wife Julie and Sandra had been friends for years. Julie used to indulge my kink a bit earlier in our marriage. She still gave my balls a good squeeze in foreplay, but wasn’t trying to hurt me. I wished she would. But now here was Sandra asking about it. Where might this end up? I began to get excited but embarrassed.

“Well, sort of both. I’m sure it would hurt if Julie tried to hurt me, but she doesn’t want to”.

“But do you want her to hurt you?”

“Well…I sort of fantasize about having my balls…tortured, but only by a woman. I don’t know what it’s about really!”

She looked thoughtful.

“What about being whipped?”

“No, never been interested. Except that a girl who liked to whip men might like to torture their balls”

“And does all the fetish stuff turn you on?”

“Well…” I tried to be honest and reasonable “…only a bit. I mean, high heels make legs look sexy and can make them look muscleier. And they could be used to hurt someone. But I’m not really into fetish stuff”

“But you’d enjoy having your balls tortured?”

“Enjoy’s the wrong word. I mean, it’s a turn-on but it’s still pain!”

“Do you mean turned on sexually?”

“Well…yes, I suppose!”

“Do you get an erection if you think about it?” This was one of those typical Sandra questions that people found difficult.

“…errm…yeah!”

“When Julie told me you liked having your balls squeezed I used to fantasise about squeezing them and I was a bit turned-on myself!”

My heart was hammering and I was beginning to get aroused.

“How much do you like them being squeezed?” she asked, genuinely interested.

“Well…so that it really hurts”

“Does Julie do it like that?”

“Not as hard as I’d like. She doesn’t want to hurt me, really”

Unconsciously, she pulled her shoulders back and her big breasts jutted forward.

“I don’t want this to sound pervy, but would you like me to I squeeze them?”

“Wow, Sandra! Do you want to” I stuttered. This was a dream coming true? Could I really be open with her here?

“Yes! But in my fantasies I squeeze and slap your balls until it’s getting uncomfortable for you and you ask me to stop. But it turns me on more if I fantasise that I carry on and make you cry and beg me to stop”

“Yes! That’s my fantasy too!”

“What? You’d enjoy it if I made you beg and cry?”

“Well, no. I wouldn’t actually enjoy it at the time I don’t think. But I’d enjoy remembering about it. If that makes sense?”

“So you wouldn’t enjoy it? But you wouldn’t mind if I did what I wanted to you even if you weren’t enjoying it?”

“Exactly! That’s it! But you could also give me something to enjoy as well as the pain” I was scared of being so honest with her.

“What do you mean?” she asked but I was pretty sure she knew what I meant, because she grinned.

“Well…I fantasise that you’d…you know…masturbate me but don’t let me come, in between working on my balls”

There was a gleam in her eyes. Her next words frightened me.

“Shall we do it?”

They frightened me for two reasons. The first was that she might be less sadistic than in my fantasies. Would I be disappointed and embarrassed? The second was that she might actually enjoy being sadistic with a begging but willing victim…