I think a kick in the balls immobilizes guite well. But anyway, I don't like the male to be tied up or anything. I like the scenario to be mostly realistic with the guy being the baddie and deserving the punishment. Like some would-be molester getting his balls squashed.
After she had finished beating me she took a step back. I could not stand up straight because of the humbler, or move because of the rope around my knees. I looked up and she looked so beautiful in her wet look leggings and tight top. Despite that I just wanted to drop to the floor and cup my sore balls. "I am going to get a glass of wine", she said, "why don't you relax a bit until I come back". I felt so relieved thinking I could have some relief to my pain, but she had other ideas. She picked up the wooden chair that she had been sitting on in front of me and put it behind me. She then walked back in front of me and grabbing me by my hair pulled my mouth back up to her crotch wrapped in her shinny leggings. After a short while she said "That is enough" and pushed me back sharply. With my hands cuffed behind my back, my knees tied and my balls held between my thighs in the humbler, there was nothing I could do but fall back onto the hard wooden seat she had placed behind me.
Not too much of a punishment except i landed hard on my nuts held firmly out of the back of my thighs. After the initial pain I managed to adjust my position, and whilst my bondage basically meant i was sitting on my own balls I managed to adjust the position so it was not to painful.
However my GF soon returned with her glass of wine. After looking at my and my evident discomfort with some ammusment she came to me, and sat on my lap. I had a beautiful girl straddling me, but her weight was squashing my poor testicles on the wooden seat I was sitting on.
As I gasped in pain she said "Silly me, I forgot something so you will really remember tonight." She then got the fly zapper and wriggling her self to cause me more discomfort continued, " The way this works is it has an accumulator. It stores the charge from the battery until the voltage is high enough and then gives out the zap. I think that happens about every 5 seconds. I have been wondering how long the battery would last." She smiled at me and got off my lap. I was relieved that some of the wieght was off my balls.
"This is the experiment I have thought of to see how long the battery will last" she said with a smile. Then grabbing me by the hair she pulled me up slightly from the seat and quickly put the zapper under me before pushing me back down.
I was now in a position with my hands cuffed behind my back, my knees tied together and I was sitting on my balls held between my arse cheeks in a humbler on top of the bat like device. "Oh I have not turned it on" she said and then did so. The first electric jolt hit my balls hard and they kept comming every five seconds or so. The worst thing was that each jolt caused me to jump in the air, but come back down and squash my nuts on the electric wire.
THE BARBARIAN AND THE AMAZONS by Susan Strict and John Savage
Tyr opened his eyes slowly. His head ached.
He had no idea where he was or what had happened to him.
He was looking straight up at the inside of a roof structure.
Had he been dreaming?
No, surely that was not his own house.
It seemed somehow distant, and there was something wrong with the shape of it, and…
At once, he was aware of someone near him.
Instinctively he tried to roll over rapidly and reach for his sword, and it was only then that he realized he could not move.
It was another few seconds before it dawned on him that he was tied, spread-eagled, and yet another few seconds before he registered the fact that he was completely naked.
Tyr fought the leather ties that held him, his body bucking and his muscles straining to break free or to pull the wooden stakes from the ground.
After ten minutes of putting every shred of strength into the task, he lay still, sweating and gasping with the exertion.
“You will not break free.”
The words startled him.
I find it without question much better when bound! Especially when there is no way to protect oneself and I am totally at her mercy (if she has any that is!).
SYNOPSIS
Danny is falsely accused of burning down a warehouse belonging to his employer, and someone has deposited a large sum of money in his bank account, making it look as though he was paid to do it.
Instead of calling the police and suffering the adverse publicity, the chairwoman of the corporation sentences him to a month of extreme BDSM punishment at her isolated home, and Danny’s wife is to play an active role in punishing him.
Her words and the way she had spoken them had placed fear into his very soul. In her voice was the sound of cruelty, and it was even more menacing than her appearance. “Strip all of your clothes off,” she said, “I want to see you as naked as the day you were born.”
Danny had expected this order at some time, but he had not expected it to come so soon. Over the last eight hours, he had been reading BDSM books to try to gain some insight into what might happen to him. Some of what he had read about FemDom had put real fear into him, but the overriding theme that was in all that he had read was that if you did what you were told without questioning it, then punishments were rare. Without thinking about it, he stripped off all of his clothes and stood in front of the two women completely naked.
The Mistress gave a little smirk and stood up. She walked forward until she was in front of him, and Danny cringed inwardly when he noticed the riding crop swinging from her hand. He dared not look directly at it, because he had also learned in the books that he should avert his eyes. She stepped right up to within a couple of inches of his face and stared him in the eyes, and he held his breath in case it smelled and offended her.
There was still the smirk on her face as she moved to his side. With the end of the riding crop, she lifted his manhood. This was unexpected, and Danny’s manhood began to rise although he did not realise it until the Mistress pulled away and struck his penis with the crop. It stung like hell, and Danny gave a cough and almost doubled up, holding his manhood.
“Stand up straight, you bitch. I never told you to move. Put your hands back at your sides.”
There were tears in Danny’s eyes as he straightened his back once more, his hands held firmly at his sides. His manhood was now flaccid and motionless, but the tingling was still there. He looked across at Tina and thought he caught her laughing, although her expression turned serious the moment she saw him glance in her direction. Surely, Danny thought, she would not find it amusing to see him in pain? The Mistress was now behind him and he felt her breath on his neck, and then there was a sharp slap on his ass. He was not expecting it, and he nearly fell over in shock. However, he managed to keep his balance, but when he looked at Tina once more there was no mistaking the smile on her face. He was now feeling even more intimidated and more alone than he was when he first entered the house.
The Mistress was moving in front of him once more. “You are a miserable thing, aren’t you? Now you are here under my control, I am sure you will be a better person when you leave.”
She turned and shouted, “Jack!” and a young man about the same age as Danny entered the room, but he was fully dressed.
“Yes, Mistress? How might I assist you?”
“Put the collar and cuffs on this filth and take him down to a cell. I will see to him later.”
The young man slipped a metal collar around Danny’s neck and then lifted his hands one at a time, locking his wrists into the cuffs that were attached. Danny was roughly turned around and pulled from the room, and then he was led down some steps into the basement. There was a small room sticking out of one of the walls, and Danny was pushed through the door where he was then chained to a wall. The chain was only long enough to allow him to sit down on a metal bed, which had no mattress and only a thick blanket over the springs. When the young man left, Danny was feeling very much alone, and he had a big knot of fear and despair in his stomach.
Up the stairs, the Mistress had turned on the TV and with the remote, she had turned it over to the CCTV channel. She and Tina were watching Danny down in the cell, and the Mistress looked around at Tina’s smiling face and said, “I am going to have so much fun with your husband, and I will be starting right after we have had our evening meal.”
SYNOPSIS
R.G. Bargy’s first erotic novel, Home Sweet Home is a tale of mostly consensual erotic bondage.
Meet Tasha, a successful business woman who gets her sexual fulfiment from self bondage and enforced mechanical stimulation.
Mel, her housemate, who prefers latex and strict bondage without the sexual overtones, and Andrew, the enigmatic workmate of Mel’s who invites himself in and worms his way into Tasha’s confidence.
Will Tasha succumb to his charms and accept his dominance, or will she hold onto her independance and self-gratification? Or maybe she has latent lesbian feelings for Mel?
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