Never say never

Brken trust during first time bondage - female revenge

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Never Say Never.

 (After reading postings from this webpage for the last two years I 
felt it time to start contributing)
 
Belinda is a shy busty woman, she is rather embarrassed about her 
large tits. She is divorced, 37 years old and available, what more 
could I ask for?

I at age 35, is a real breast man, I like breasts and fantasise 
about very large breasts. We met four months ago in a singles bar 
and hit it off right from the start. 

Two weeks later, we went out for a pub-crawl and disco. Well under 
the influence of alcohol we returned to my apartment and finally 
made out. We made passionate love, the best sex I had in nearly six 
months.

The next day she moved in. A few nights later we watched a porno 
and I sat fascinated watching the women being bound up and washing 
pegs clamped to her tits. I made my feeling known and said I would 
like to try that sometime.

Belinda was not really into bondage and said that as long as I do 
not use washing pegs on her, she would be willing to try bondage, 
if it would make me happy. I said that I would never do anything 
she did not want me to do.

I rushed out to the seven eleven shop and bought a length of soft 
cotton rope. I even joked to the attendant saying that I was going 
camping. I rushed back and poured another stiff drink for us both.

It took some couching to get Belinda to take off all her clothes 
and stretch out on the "pullout couch", I normally use this as a 
spare bed when I get visitors. I then started binding her arms to 
the top and proceeded to stretch her legs open and bind them to the 
bottom of the pullout couch. She started to giggle and said that I 
have an excellent view and she is not even able to cover herself up.

All went well and I fucked her three times, knowing she was in my 
power and unable to do anything about it. After another few drinks, 
I decided to gag her with a scarf. She clearly showed her annoyance 
to this new turn of events. I played with her tits and what a turn 
on, I rubbed the nipples, sucked on then and twisted them between 
thumb and forefinger. 

In for a penny in for a pound I thought as I slipped into the 
kitchen and returned with a handful of washing pegs. With her eyes 
wide as saucers, she shook her head and continued to struggle to 
get loose, but to no avail the ropes did not give an inch. I was on 
a high and nothing could stop me now.

I continued to clamp washing pegs to her tits and ended up with 
nine on the left tit and eight on the right tit. That did not seem 
right and I removed on from her right tit and clamped it on her 
clit.

She shook her head and made noises, her eyes pleading with me to 
remove the pegs. I smiled and told her that I was nearly done and 
not to be such a wimp. I took some photos on the digital camera and 
then proceeded to fuck her for all its worth. I even left the peg 
clamed on her clit and watching my cock slide in and out with a 
washing peg on her clit nearly drove me insane.

Nearly ninety minutes elapsed from the time when I started putting 
the washing pegs in her tits, I stared to feel sorry for her and 
also a bit embarrassed for my behaviour. I removed the pegs and the 
gag. She cried for nearly an hour and told me I had broken her 
trust in me. I kept on apologising, and told her I would make it up 
to her.

The next few days we made love as tenderly as possible and I 
thought she had forgiven me, boy was I wrong.

It was a Friday night after some more pub-crawling and I stumbled 
into the apartment. Belinda seemed reasonably sober and she kept on 
rubbing my cock trough my trousers. 

I slipped out of my clothes and started to undress her. Within a 
few seconds, we were both naked and she told me to open the sleeper 
couch. Still trying to win back her confidence and trust I followed 
her ever whim. 

She returned a few minutes later with the rope and smiled. She said 
that she accept I am into bondage and for her to understand the 
feelings I had she will have to bind me up.

I nodded ok and stretched out. She then started to bind me in the 
same fashion and then stretched my legs even wider as what I did 
with her. It was not to uncomfortable and the notion of being bound 
up by a women with large tits made me very horny. 

She told me I must also be gagged as she forced my mouth open, 
pulled the scarf trough my open mouth and made a rather large knot 
on the back of my head. Now that was uncomfortable, within minutes 
my jaw ached, she only smiled and took some photos.

I was now completely in her mercy. She climbed on top of me, looked 
me in the eyes, and said that I needed to be punished for what I 
did to her. She had not forgiven me, but merely waited for the 
right opportunity to pay me back. I was getting rather worried.

 She disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a shopping bag. 
She took out another rope, much thinner than the one that now 
immobilises me, and cut it in half leaving her with two pieces of 
nearly ten feet each.

She pulled my balls right down in its sack, wound the rope around a 
few times and made a knot. Trapping my balls at the bottom, she 
pulled the rope a few times as she smiled at me and remarked it was 
indeed very erotic to tie someone up, she hope I would enjoy it.

By now my erection had disappeared completely, she took hold of my 
cock, pulled the foreskin back and tied the rope around my cock, 
just behind the cock-head. She pulled this rope rather roughly a 
few times to make sure it would not slip off.

Next, she pulled up two chairs, placed one at my feet and the other 
at my head. She placed the loose end of the rope which was tied to 
my balls over the back of the chair at my feet and the rope tied to 
my cock over the back of the chair standing at my head.

She again left the room and returned with a pair of bell weights, 
they were thirty pounds each. I used to do a few arm exercises when 
in the mood, otherwise I would use the weights as door stops.

She then tied each of the bell weights, to one of the loose ends of 
the rope. She positioned the bottom chair to her liking and hanged 
the weight over the back of the chair. The weight hanged in the air 
not touching the floor, the full thirty pounds pulled on my balls 
stretching them painfully, it felt as if my balls were being slowly 
ripped from my body.

 She did the same with the rope leading from my cock, the only 
difference was that by balls were being pulled towards my feet and 
my cock towards my head.

Belinda lifted my head and told me to look at my cock and balls. 
For they are the reason that I am now in this situation, they 
needed to punished, I must also feel the agony she felt when I 
applied the washing pegs to her tits and clit.

The pain was like nothing I had felt before, my groin was on fire 
and my cock and balls were being torn from my body. I shook my head 
and pleaded with her, she kissed me on the forehead before getting 
dressed. She switched the TV on and flipped through the channels, 
then deciding on an old movie replay, she turned the volume up.

I will never forget her words, she told me she had already packed 
and was now leaving me, she went to the hall closet and returned 
with three large suitcases, all her belongings. She turned around 
at the door and smiled rather sadly, then said to me "we could have 
been good together, but I will never be able to trust you nor 
forgive you." I nearly fainted in panic as the door closed behind 
her.

It felt like days when the movie finished and the announcer read 
the 10 p.m. news. I wept from the pain and decided never to hurt 
anything as long as I live, as long as I can get rid of this 
torture, this pain in my balls and cock.

I must have fainted at one stage and remember waking up to the 
music playing on the TV. I turned my head and glanced at the wall 
clock, it was after 2 am. It was over four hours and the pain only 
gets worse. I lifted my head and looked at by cock and balls. My 
cock head were a nasty purple blue and the shaft were stretched to 
breaking point, my cock actually looked much longer than I have 
ever seen it before.

 My balls on the other hand could not have belonged to me, my balls 
were a blue black and the sack looked deformed, nearly double the 
normal length. The weights were now taking its toll and stretching 
my cock and balls to new proportions.

I passed out again. The ever-increasing pain in my cock woke me up. 
I looked at the wall clock and blinked my eyes, it was 4:53 am. 
Belinda has not returned, the whole time I had I feeling in the 
back of my head that she is only punishing me and would be back 
later to comfort me.

I was definitely wrong this time. If only my cock would not hurt so 
much the slightest movement felt like burning coals in my groin and 
the cock shaft were throbbing. Well’ at least my balls were not 
hurting anymore, the knot must have slipped off I thought.

 I lifted my head and looked at my balls, no, the knot has not 
slipped off. My balls were still being stretched, I can see the 
scrotum has gained more length and my balls have a shiny black 
colour to them, but the pain is almost gone.

Much later, the 6 am morning news came on. My whole body ached, I 
tried to move upwards to relieve some tension on my cock and the 
best I could do was no more than an inch. However, it did not help 
at all, the weight kept the full tension on my cock.

At 7:25 my front door opened. But is was not Belinda, it was Zelia, 
my cleaner, at age 47 she still cleans apartments, mine gets done 
on Saturdays for she needs the extra money. 

She entered my apartment and froze. She dropped her bag and 
approached me slowly. "Now what have you two being up to she 
asked?" She continued to stare at my groin as she walked slowly to 
my side. I shook my head and showed her the gag. "You horny men 
will try anything to get some pussy, I will go and make breakfast 
for you and Belinda " she said, as she walked off to the kitchen.

She giggled, and every now and then, she would find some excuse to 
walk past me. Nearly a year ago, I got her drunk and screwed her 
ass off, she still has a nice body for her age. She has also seen 
me naked on many occasions for I would always find some excuse to 
walk naked from the bedroom or the shower just to see her 
expression.

 I even pretended to be asleep sometimes (I sleep naked) and would 
lie and wait for her to come into the bedroom and find me naked on 
the bed. She would always slip out softly and then within a few 
minutes walk slowly past the bedroom door or find some reason to 
enter the room but not to disturb me or wake me.

 I have always suspected that she knows I am only pretending to be 
asleep but we still keep up the game and keep on pretending.

With the breakfast ready, Zelia walked to the bedroom and called 
Belinda, seeing no one there the even looked in the bathroom. She 
came back to me and asked where Belinda was. I could only make 
noises and shook my head. Realising something must be wrong she 
removed the gag. It took a few minutes and a few tries to get my 
mouth working again.

Please untie me!, she left me and I am in serious pain and … help 
me.

She looked at by tied up body and shook her head. She then untied 
the weight from my balls and started to untie the weight from my 
cock. I cringed and cried out from the pain in my stretched cock, 
the cock head looks all swollen and distorted from the rope.

Whilst I told her what happened, she tried to undo the knot on by 
cock. After a few minutes she gave up went to the kitchen and 
returned with warm water, which she poured over my cock head to 
soften the rope. It burned like hell but the knot came loose. 

The knot around my balls was more stubborn but at least it did not 
hurt, there was hardly any feeling left. She untied my hands and 
feet, but I could not move. My muscles were frozen in spasm.

She sat down between my legs and looked at my family jewels. "Shit, 
I have seen better", she said and cradled my balls in her hands. My 
balls would actually hang over her hand due to the stretched 
scrotum. My cock shaft had little feeling and felt numb, but the 
glans were beyond tender it felt as if all the ligaments from the 
cock head to the shaft were badly torn.

She fed me a double scotch and four painkillers. Within minutes, I 
passed out again.

When I woke up I was in my own bed, by body still felt stiff and 
there was a sting in my groin. My mouth was dry, as I reached for 
the glass of water next to the bed Zelia walked in to the room. 
"Glad to see some life still remains" she said.

She placed a small tray next to the bed and picked up an ampoule 
and syringe. Before I realised what she intended to do, she jabbed 
me in the butt, and threw the empty syringe in the wastebasket. 

She sat down on the bed next to me and said we needed to talk. I 
did not feel like talking, but she did help me so I guess I should 
let her talk.

"I don’t know what happened on Friday night, nor do I care. 
However, you must realise that you were bound up for some time and 
your cock and balls took most of the punishment.

 Your cock will heal in time, although the internal base ligaments 
were torn you will still get an erection, but it will hang down.

The main problem is, that the knot on your balls acted as a slip 
knot, and the rope got tighter and tighter during the night. Well 
what I mean to say is that your balls were strangled, that is why 
you had no feeling in them when I removed the rope." 

I could only stare at her not comprehending what she tried to tell 
me. "You see Jake, the crux of the matter is that you have been out 
for three days now. The injection I gave you is a sedative. On 
Saturday when you passed out again, I telephoned my brother, as you 
know he is a veterinarian.
 Well he helped me to get you in the bath, I bathed you and then he 
helped me to put you in your bed."

"I initially told him you were mugged. It was only when we put you 
in the bed that he examined you. He initially thought you had been 
kicked in the balls. He examined your cock and balls, and found the 
spermatic cords crushed.

 I then told him what happened and we made a decision to spare you 
the embarrassment of going to a hospital."

Well this could not be to bad I thought and asked her how long it 
would take for my cock and balls to heal.

 "You are not listening, your cords were crushed, your balls were 
black and cold, and my brother showed me that they were dead. He 
had to take them out."

Take them out! " You took my balls out"! I shouted. 

"Jake we had no option they were dead and poisoning your body. We 
had two options, do it here and keep it quiet or take you to 
hospital and the story gets in the papers."

"If it is any conciliation, your scrotum were stretched to nearly 
double its normal size. When he removed your balls he first taught 
of removing the scrotum or at least trim it down. Then he decided 
to implant two artificial balls, he had to go and fetch a pair from 
the clinic, they are made for large dogs and I must say that they 
are larger than your original balls. With the extra long scrotum 
they actually look very sexy and will swing when you walk."

That was the last I heard when the drug knocked me out. I woke up 
hours later to find her sleeping curled up next to me on the bed. 

She woke when I stirred and asked if I had any pain. There was 
still a mild sting in my groin, lifting the blankets, I got my 
first real look at my cock and balls. My cock was still 
discoloured, but the swelling were going down. She knelt beside me, 
removed the dressing and lifted my balls so I could have a better 
look. I could only stare at the size of my new balls.

The scrotum was still nearly three times its normal length, the 
main tendon that lifts the balls in cold weather were completely 
torn off, and the sack stretched beyond belief. Her brother had 
decided to remove as much of the tendon as possible. "Your balls 
will now always hang low" she explained. She kissed my balls and 
cock and I could swear the pain was getting less.

It is now five months after my bondage and torture, Zelia has moved 
in with me. She ensures that I get regular hormone injections to 
keep my erections. My balls still hangs low, she thinks the weight 
of the two large artificial balls would over time add a few more 
inches to my sack. 

My cock still gets hard but now dangles down between my legs, it 
would never again stand up and point away from my body. 
 
There is no need to pretend anymore. She likes it wen I walk around 
naked in the apartment, most of all she likes my low hanging balls 
and enjoys to walk past me and slap them so they would swing back 
and forwards. If I still had my own balls, those playful slaps 
would have had me doubled up in pain.

But I have to admit I would never say never to any women again.
 
 Comments welcome
 
Jhs@jhb.lia.net