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- Jan 1970
On Saturday, my girlfriend—who serves as both mistress and pet depending on the day—joined me along with two close friends at the Summer Sin Ball. It was a wonderful event, but the real fun occurred back home.
She has kept her hand over my balls since June 11th; while I’ve still had orgasms, they only come under her command. Our busy schedules meant we hadn’t been together for two weeks by that time—two whole weeks without an orgasm. My testicles were swollen and throbbing, a sensation that came in waves over the last few days.
To make matters more interesting, she turned to our friend T_ and asked her to administer some pain. T_ has a particular technique of targeting my balls; this time, she grabbed them firmly before squeezing and pulling upward. My girlfriend wanted to give it a try as well, so T_ guided her through the process. It helped that I was dressed in a utilikilt.
Once we returned home, she pleasured me while slapping my testicles every time I did something wrong or annoyed her. The following morning, just before I departed, she warned me that the pain would be even worse next time around. I should mention that we don’t rely on a device. Even though it’s possible for me to wear one at work, she forbids it, calling them ‘a crutch.’ I disagree—I’d prefer using one if allowed—but since she is happy playing this game, I must follow her rules.
This dynamic will make things intriguing the next time I take charge of her, especially now that she controls when and how I climax.