Love Me, Hurt Me: No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner. Tough Guy The machismo in men has always been a fascination of mine. They tend to try to portray their toughness and roughness to us women, but when it really comes down to it, they are just overgrown babies when it comes to pain.
Take my husband, Roy, for instance. When I was in the hospital in labor with our only son, I wanted a natural childbirth, no meds, nothing. Roy was in the room with me, the minute he saw the blood coming from my vagina when our son was being born, PLOP! Right onto the floor. I was the one in pain, yet he was the one who passed out! And he was supposed to be my labor coach!
Of course, I teased him about it for years to come after that. One night, we were watching a television show and we got into the discussion of the difference between men and women and their pain endurance. Roy went on and on about how men are built to take pain, go to war, defend their families and country… yada, yada, yada. To call him on his bluff, I brought up an idea. I bet I can take anything you give me. And when I do, you will never bring up the labor room incident again in front of me or anyone else, agreed?
We made a date a week from that night. I wanted to do some research and I found the perfect way to win this bet. I was going to give my husband, a good dose of torturing his cock and balls. I will reduce him to a crying little ball of man flesh. I went online and ordered some devices, including a pair of six inch stiletto boots.
I wanted to get into the role of being the pain administrator that night. So, I bought a leather dress to go with my leather boots. So, date night had arrived. It was a cool, crisp Saturday night. I went to get ready. Hair, make-up, outfit, boots, devices in order and black silk ropes tied to each bedpost waiting for him. My mother had taken our son for the weekend, so we were all alone in the house.
I was in our walk-in closet when he had entered our bedroom. I walked out in my outfit. I stuck to my role. Roy began to strip naked. Once he was completely nude, I told him to lie on the bed on his back. He did what I had told him to do. I then took the silk rope ties and tied each of his wrists to the bedposts by the headboard and then his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. My husband was going to be in for one hell of an eye opening experience, I thought to myself.
He has no idea of what I have in store for him. I will be giving him an education in pain. Keep talking cocky boy, I thought to myself. We shall see who gets the last say tonight. I decided that week that my husband needed to be taught a lesson. I was tired of him mouthing off of how women are inferior when it comes to pain threshold and how much more macho men are built.
I grabbed the ball gag out of the dresser drawer. One of the many things I found on the website I bought my things from.
I went to place the blue ball gag, with the black straps behind his head, in his mouth. How appropriate, I thought. Because that is exactly what is going to happen by the time I am done with him. His balls will be black and blue. I reached down and wrapped one hand around his nut sack and squeezed. Now everything was in place.
The thought actually made me smile and laugh wickedly. Roy looked at me with fear in his eyes for the first time that night. I pulled out a square piece of sandpaper and started to gently rub his balls with it in a circular motion.
Now, some women would prefer to shave the balls or use hair removal cream. I read somewhere that sandpaper, when used gently in a circular motion, can take off pubic hair, or any hair for that matter, very nicely. His skin began to turn a pinkish color, most likely from the rubbing, but I was really impressed with the results.
After removing his public hairs with the sandpaper, I took a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol and began to wipe his balls with it. The stinging sensation made him squirm and moan a little. Next, I took a good amount of cayenne red pepper mixed with enough water to create a paste. Once the paste was mixed together, I began to apply it on his freshly sandpapered balls.
I covered his balls with the paste. When the burn set in he began screaming under his ball gag. I wrapped his balls with some medical gauze to keep the cayenne red pepper paste in tact on his balls. His balls were now all gauzed up and the ends of the gauze were tied at the base of his balls.
I then took out some kite string and began to wrap it around the base of his cock and balls tightly together, not missing an inch of skin. I could see his balls begin to turn a blue purplish color as I wrapped them tightly into their cocoon. He wiggled a little, because I knew he felt pain. Once I reached under his cockhead, I tied the two kite string ends together. His cock and balls were now combined together in a kite string cocoon, with only the head peering out above, at which point I slapped his cock and balls for good measure.
His body jolted and he let out a grunt. I checked out my handiwork and was very pleased with myself. Not bad for a beginner, I thought to myself. I pulled out a small wooden paddle that looked similar to a wooden spoon. I lifted the paddle and smacked his cockhead a few times, watching the expression in his eyes turn to utter fear.
Then I smacked his balls a few times too, just for good measure. The noises that were trying to come out of his mouth from his vocal chords were like music to my ears. I was actually enjoying his high pitched muffled screams. It meant I was doing my job and doing it well I was. I had some cayenne red pepper paste leftover and decided that his cock needed some too.
Oh, did I tell you that I went and had my nails done today? I had acrylic nails put on. Nice long ones with red nail polish. The tips were perfect for what I was about to do next. I pinched the head of his cock open, put the top of my nail inside his pee hole and opened it up as far as I could.
I then took my nail on my other hand and dipped it into the cayenne red pepper paste and scooped some out. I placed the paste inside his pee hole and pushed it down as far as it could go with my nail.
I took some more paste and repeated the process. Then I waited a moment and watched his face turn a bright red as he tried to scream out in agony.
I bet that burned like hell! So much for men being able to endure pain very well. My husband was red all over his face and body. I think the cayenne red pepper was really doing the trick!
No, at least the little boy had reason to cry. Men are supposed to be tough, right? I then proceeded with the cock and ball torture. You thought I was already doing that?
I was just getting him prepared for what was to come next. Building up his endurance, so to speak. I stood up on our bed over his crotch area.