The Watcher, Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Even the slowest clock must eventually move, and so did the one that controlled when the session would begin. As we finished our after-dinner drinks on the shaded veranda, where we had been watching several couples engaged in public displays of their particular "kinks", Maria at last announced that it was time for her to prepare me for the evening. I hadn't been aware that I needed any preparation, other than her making me extremely horny by her attentions and stories of past sessions. However, when she stood and held her hand out to me, I took it and allowed her to help me to my feet.

We re-entered the resort building, but instead of returning to my room as I had anticipated, we walked down a long hallway on the opposite end. Maria opened a door and indicated that I should enter, and I did. I had expected to see Jeff suspended naked from the ceiling, but was surprised to see nothing more than a padded table about six feet long and maybe three feet wide. There was another woman in the room, although I should probably refer to her as a girl. She surely wasn't more than 16 or 17 years old, but I could see her body was mature.

Maria introduced her as "Donna, my assistant", and she offered her hand to me. I could tell by her assured manner that she was completely familiar with this situation, and remembered Maria telling me that she had also become an assistant at a young age.

Maria then announced that it was time to prepare for the session, and the two women began to remove my clothing. Again, I momentarily raised my hand as if to stop my disrobing, then dropped it, determined to accept whatever was to come. In a matter of seconds, I was completely naked, and was somewhat embarrassed, although also pleased, to hear Maria and Donna praising my beauty, and commenting on how ripe and delicious-looking my breasts were. When Maria said that my pussy was also delicious, I'm sure I flushed bright red.

The two women then helped me get onto the table, where I was instructed to lie flat on my back. As Maria gently parted my legs, Donna approached with a pair of scissors. I was momentarily frightened, but Maria assured me that they were only going to remove my pubic hair, which would increase my enjoyment of the session many times over. Again I was reluctant, but put my fate completely in her hands.

As soon as the hair between my legs had been trimmed, lather was applied to the area. Both women participated in the shaving, and their sensuous caresses and erotic words soon had me aroused. By the time a towel had been used to pat me dry, my nipples were hard and my pussy was lubricating.

Donna then brought a small wooden box to the table and opened it for Maria. Two shiny spheres, less than an inch in diameter were displayed to me by my lover, and she then explained their use. "These are called Ben-Wa balls. They are partially filled with mercury, which gives them a curious motion when they are moved." She then placed one of the balls on my abdomen and pushed it gently with her finger. The thing rolled a short distance, then seemed to take on a life of its own as the mercury inside it reacted to the movement. I had no idea how the things would be put to use, but assumed they would somehow increase my arousal and excitement.

Maria continued, "Women in the Orient began to use the balls many centuries ago. In use, they are inserted in the vagina. The woman then seats herself in a rocking chair, and begins to rock. The action of the balls in her pussy soon begins to stimulate her, and she rocks faster and faster. When the action has reached a certain pitch, she will experience an orgasm better than anything a man can give her. I've tried them many times, and can assure you they work very well."

She and Donna then stood on either side of me and lifted my legs slightly and spread my crotch. Before I had time to react to this invasion, Maria pushed both of the balls into my pussy. She then said, "Now we need to use something to hold them in place."

As my legs were lowered once again to the table, the balls reacted to the movement. I could feel them moving in me as if alive, and when they bumped into one another, the effect was very stimulating. I knew that I had to have a set of my own, and aroused myself even further by imagining having them in place while torturing Jeff. Each movement of my body would arouse me even more, and he would soon feel the results of that.

Donna brought a device to the table that looked very much like a G-string, except it was constructed of black leather. The strap that would cover my pussy had a metal protrusion on it that looked to be about the size of one of the Ben-Wa balls cut exactly in half. As the device was placed between my legs, and then fastened around my waist, I could feel the little dome of metal just barely enter me.

As soon as the thing was in place, Maria touched a small metal stud and I heard a quiet click. Immediately a tingling ran through my vagina, centered on the half-ball between the lips. The effect was very, very arousing, and I gasped aloud from the effect. The two women smiled, and my lover said, "There is a battery attached to the belt, and it's sending a very small electric current through your pussy. Do you like it?"

I think I said something to the effect that "like" wasn't nearly strong enough to describe it. I resolved to also get one of those belts just as soon as possible.

Maria then said the words I had been waiting so long to hear. "Now, my love, it's time to begin the session. May we escort you to the torture chamber, where you can watch the delightful things we're going to do to your husband?" The effect of the balls, and the electric current, was such that I could only gasp a soft, "Yes!"

The women helped me to my feet and stood on each side of me. They took my elbows and began to lead me toward a door in the back wall of the room. As soon as I'd taken the first step, I knew why they were supporting me. The balls moved vigorously inside me, seeming to amplify the effect of the electrical stimulation I was feeling. Surely I'd not be able to walk even as far as the door before cumming!

Seemingly right on the verge of climaxing, I could not get over the edge. Every step aroused me even further, but always by less than the amount I needed. By the time we walked through the door, my legs were almost too weak to support me.

The sights presented to my eyes as soon as we entered the chamber were enough to distract me momentarily. In the approximate center of the room, and hanging from the ceiling, was a wheel. It looked like an old-time covered-wagon wheel, except it was on its side, so that the axle, if there had been one, would have been vertical. It seemed to be suspended by a steel cable which ran to a pulley in the ceiling, and then down to a hand-cranked winch fastened to the wall. There were two wide leather cuffs mounted on the rim of the wheel, on opposite sides. I remember that Maria had referred to having a man on the "wheel", and quickly understood its purpose.

Approximately eight feet in front of the wheel was a large wooden panel mounted to the wall. It was literally filled with devices of all shapes and descriptions. I recognized many of them as clamps, weights, straps, and whips similar to the ones that I had used many times on my husband. There were many, many other devices there that were unknown to me.

What drew my attention though, and held me riveted in place, was mounted in the exact center of the panel. It was about a foot long, with a shaft 1/2" in diameter, and with a knob on one end. That could be nothing else than The Cactus. Immediately my mind was overcome with images of it being used on my husband, and each image seemed to increase the effect of the stimulation I was feeling in my pussy.

Maria must have seen where my attention was centered, for she said then, "Is it not beautiful? Such a simple thing, really, but it can give so much pleasure to you, and so much pain to him. Please let me use it." My arousal by that point was at such a pitch that I actually considered giving my consent. However, I once again overcame my lust and shook my head in the negative. Maria said simply, "It's a pity to waste such a good opportunity. Maybe some other time, yes?" I whispered, "Yes, maybe."

The third item that caught my attention was a large chair that was setting slightly to one side of the wheel, and was facing both that device and the panel that displayed all the toys that Jeff would soon experience firsthand. The thing appeared to be an oversize rocking chair, and was very ordinary in appearance except for some interesting modifications.

There was what seemed to be a footrest on the chair, and fastened to it were two leather cuffs similar to the ones on the wheel. Each arm of the chair had a single padded cuff attached to it also, and it was immediately apparent that I would be seated in the chair, then secured in position. I didn't understand the need for that, since I was more than eager to watch the proceedings, but again decided to place myself in the capable hands of Maria and her assistant.

They escorted me to the chair, and then assisted me in seating myself. As I had suspected, the cuffs were then used to secure my ankles and my wrists. It was certainly a comfortable prison, due to the luxurious padding and pleasing proportions of the thing, so I didn't feel at all ill at ease. Given the amount of vaginal stimulation I was receiving then, I probably wouldn't have complained if I'd been tied to a bed of nails.

As soon as I was securely in place, Maria turned a knob that was mounted low on the side of the chair. I heard a subdued electrical hum, and then the chair began to slowly rock back and forth, undoubtedly driven by an electric motor. Immediately, the Ben-Wa balls reacted to the motion, and I could actually hear them clicking as they bumped into one another inside my pussy. The motion of the chair was agonizingly slow, and I longed for it to be speeded up so that the horrible itch deep in my crotch could be satisfied. I was sure that if I were left in this predicament for the duration of the session, my need to climax would drive me out of my mind.

I saw a door at the other end of the room open just then, and looked toward it. I wasn't surprised to see Jeff being escorted into the room, just as I had been. His situation was slightly different than mine, though. His wrists had been handcuffed behind his back, and his ankles had been shackled together. The shackles were joined by a piece of chain about a foot long, causing him to shuffle as he walked. His entry was as that of a condemned man being taken to his execution. Given what Maria wanted to do to him, that was probably a very apt comparison.

The thing that riveted my attention, though, was his penis. It had never seemed overly large to me, being in the 6"-7" range. The thing preceding him now, and pointing directly at the wheel as if eager to arrive there, was surely two inches longer than that. The only part that convinced me it was his normal cock was the diameter of the thing, which was its usual size. It was then I realized that his body, except for his head, had been completely shaved. The missing pubic hair had always obscured my view of the first inch or two of his cock, and that part was now revealed to my gaze for the first time, making the thing appear to be much longer than ever.

That he was more aroused than usual was evident from the rock-hard appearance, and large drop of pre-cum that glistened there. His balls were drawn up tighter than I'd ever seen them, and I couldn't help but wonder how the appearance of that part of him would be changed in a short while.

The two who were escorting him by the elbows were even younger than Donna. Surely they couldn't have been any older than 14, even though their breasts seemed to be fully developed, and their pubic hair was full and glossy. I remember thinking at the time that the only items of "clothing" being worn by the six people now in the room were my belt and strap, and Jeff's handcuffs and shackles. I'm sure he was in heaven then, surrounded by five nude females. If he, like most males, could smell female juices, then he must have been half-crazed with the scent of five pussies in close proximity to him. No wonder his little dick was so hard.

He was guided to the place below the wheel, and then we all watched as Donna slowly used the winch to lower it to a position just barely higher than his head. His handcuffs were removed then, and his wrists were secured in the cuffs on the rim of the wheel. At a signal from Maria, the wheel was raised. Soon his arms were stretched above his head and only his toes were still touching the floor. Rather than stopping at that point, Donna continued to turn the winch handle, stopping only when his feet were well clear of the floor. I heard him groan as his shoulders accepted the strain of supporting his weight, but knew that he was well used to that, since I'd been suspending him in our garage for quite a while by then.

His two escorts then knelt at his feet and unfastened the shackles from his ankles. They then stood and left the room, their part in the session being at an end.

Donna walked to the display panel then, returning quickly with an ordinary-looking spreader bar. I had used such a thing on Jeff many times, but what made this one different was that, instead of the 4' long bar I had used, this one was over 6' long. I knew that if his ankles were attached to the ends, his crotch would be so widespread that the skin would almost split.

It took the full effort of both women to fasten the bar in place, but soon my husband was suspended before me, his legs farther apart than he'd ever had them, and the look of pain on his face, and his moaning and groaning, telling me that he was indeed experiencing more pain than ever before.

I saw that Jeff was staring intently at the various toys displayed before him, trying to guess their purpose and use. He seemed to be looking with the most concentration at the center of the panel, and I was sure that he was trying to guess just what The Cactus actually was. I was sure that he had no idea of what the thing did, or the intense pleasure it would give Maria to demonstrate it for him. I remember that by that time, the stimulation I was receiving from the rocking of the chair, the motion of the balls, and the electrical current had me in a state or arousal that seemed much greater than any ever before.

Maria was a master at conducting a session like this. She allowed Jeff almost a full minute to inspect the panel, and try to decipher the uses of the devices there. She seemed to know instinctively that anticipation of pain can be more terrorizing than the pain itself. When she was satisfied that he was ready, she signaled to Donna.

The other woman walked to the cabinet, returning with two small things that resembled earrings more than anything else. I immediately recognized them as nipple clamps, because they were almost identical to the pair I had at home. Maria massaged one of Jeff's nipples until it was fully erect, and then placed the ring of the clamp around it and tightened it in place. His slight moan told me that the drug which was supposed to enhance his ability to feel pain was indeed working. He took hardly any notice at all when I clamped his nipples in our garage, usually noticing the pain only after several minutes.

The other nipple was soon clamped also, and then Donna again went to the panel. She brought back two large lead weights and handed one to Maria. When it was shown to me, I could see that it had a short chain for attaching it to the clamp, and the number "5" stamped in the metal. I knew that meant it was a five-pound weight, and knew Jeff was in for considerable more pain that I'd given him there. The weights I used at home were only two pounds, and even as small as that, their constant tugging on his tender flesh caused his nipples to stretch to almost an inch long. I was eager to see what would happen when these much larger things were attached to him.

Maria quickly fastened the chain to the ring on the clamp, and then lifted the weight as high as she could get it. Almost before I could fathom her purpose, she dropped the thing. It fell quickly to the limit of the chain, which snapped tight. Jeff cried out with the sudden pain, and then whimpered a few times. As I watched the lead weight swinging back and forth, I could see his nipple slowly stretching to accommodate it. It actually wasn't all that much longer than it had been at home, but I was sure that the pain was much more intense.

As Maria fastened the second weight in place, then lifted it, Jeff began to beg her to stop. He whimpered, "No. Please don't drop it. Please don't."

That seemed to anger her, and she replied sharply, "Do not ever say 'no' to me, little man. I do not allow that." She then lifted the weight as high as she possibly could, then actually threw it straight down, rather than just dropping it. At his howl of pain, she said, "Remember that the next time you want to tell me what to do!" Jeff continued to whimper in pain as the two women laughed at him.

Maria again signaled that she was ready, and Donna went to the panel again, this time returning with a normal-looking riding crop. I had never used one of those on him, but had considered it. I was sure that it would be even more painful than the whip he was used to.

She grasped the crop as close to the end as she could, then raised it high above her head. She turned to me, saying, "Do you remember when I told you that the drug given your husband would make it nearly impossible for him to lose his hard-on?" I was barely able to nod my head, and quite unable to speak. Everything that had been done to Jeff had seemed to increase my already overwhelming lust, and by then my throat was so tight that it couldn't form words.

She continued, "Let me demonstrate." She then brought down the crop as sharply as she could, striking the top of his erection with it. Her almost instantaneous reward was the scream of pain that tore from his throat, followed by incoherent babbles. His head had snapped back so strongly that I was sure he had broken his neck, but soon saw him again lower his gaze to his burning member.

I had been looking directly at his penis when the crop struck it, and was sure that the thing had bent almost double with the force of the blow. As soon as it had straightened, the site of the blow turned white, then immediately showed a bright red as the blood returned. There was no evidence of softening in the thing, and it almost seemed to grow. I know that the effect his screams of pain had on me was to make my own excitement grow.

Maria then stood directly in front of him, with the riding crop lowered. She looked directly in Jeff's face, then said quietly, "Now, little man, it's time to loosen your balls. I can't do much with them when they're drawn up tight like that." She smiled as she saw understanding dawn on his face, and then as he began to plead, "No! Please, no! Don't hit them with that! Please don't!", she actually laughed. It was obvious that she truly did enjoy her work, and that giving a man pain caused her much excitement.

She said softly, "You apparently forgot my instruction. Never, ever say 'no' to me. What would have been one blow will now be five. If you say 'no' again, I'll add another five. Do you understand, little man?" Jeff's terror was evident in his eyes, and he quickly answered, "Yes, I understand."

Maria then whispered, "Good. Don't ever forget this lesson. Never again say 'no' to a woman." She then brought the crop up with all her might, smashing it into his sac. I'll never forget the howl of pain that tore from his throat then. I found it hard to believe that a human throat could even form such a thing, but the evidence was right before my eyes. At last it subsided to a sobbing whimper, and his eyes, which had snapped closed at the impact, opened. Maria, ever the master of timing, again brought up the crop, and again was rewarded by his scream.

I was fascinated by what she was doing to my husband, and could not take my eyes off the scene before me. I had seen his sac almost disappear into his body when the stroke landed, and then reappear seemingly larger than before, and blushing a bright red. The second stroke was directed to a different part of the thing, and I heard the sound the impact made before it was drowned out by my husband's screams of pain.

Again Maria paused, allowing Jeff time to lower the volume of his cries. She then delivered the third stroke to his balls, with the same results as before. By that time he had been reduced to an uncontrolled beast, screaming and babbling in pain, his body jerking wildly as it hung suspended before me. His head was thrown back, and I could see that his eyes were no longer focused. Maria then gave him the final two strokes in quick succession, then stepped back as if to inspect her work.

His sac by then was blazing red, and it was as loose and low-hanging as I had ever seen it. If her purpose was to "loosen his balls", then it had been achieved. His sobbing was continuous, but his body had stopped jerking and he was looking at Maria with fear evident in his eyes. I found that look to be very arousing, and wanted nothing more than to see it increase, and even to see it there when he looked at me. I think that I suddenly understood the real allure of power at that moment. To have another person fear you is the pure embodiment of power and control. Maria obviously had it, and I wanted it also.

She continued to stand quietly before him, never moving or saying a single word. Finally his sobs subsided, and every fiber of his being was focused on Maria and her whip. At last she said, "Now, little man, I want to continue whipping your pitiful, useless, little balls. Do you want me to whip them for you?" The sheer terror on his face was priceless. He said quickly, "Please! N. . ." The word froze in his throat before he could utter it, and I knew he was recalling her instructions, and the terrible consequences if he said that word to her.

Again she asked, "Do you want me to whip your balls for you?" His eyes darted from me to Donna, trying to find someone to help him avoid this. I knew that Donna certainly would do nothing to interfere, and I was unable to, even had I wanted to do so. Far from that, I actually wanted to see him whipped, to hear him scream in pain, to see his tortured body jerking about as it hung there.

At last he whispered a very quiet, "Yes." Maria asked angrily, "Yes, what?! What do you want me to do to you?!" The look of a trapped animal was in his eyes as he again whispered, this time saying, "I want you to whip my balls. Please whip them." Her face bore a very pleased expression as she turned to me and smiled. She then turned back to face him, lowered the whip even farther than before, and brought it up with more force than ever. His screams started even before the crop struck its target, as he anticipated the agonizing pain to come. Again it took several seconds for them to subside to whimpers and sobs.

Maria appeared to be satisfied with his training so far, and handed the crop to Donna to replace on the panel. As she knelt in front of Jeff, the other woman returned carrying two short lengths of cord that had a slipknot tied in one end. She also knelt there, and each woman gripped one of my husband's balls and began pulling then to the side. Jeff's screams again rang forth as fresh pain shot through his tortured balls, and that seemed to inspire the women to greater efforts. By the time they stopped pulling his nuts apart, slipped the loops in place and drew them tight, there was easily four inches between them.

Donna then stood, walked to the panel, and this time returned with two items that looked to be metal rings that had been flattened on one side. Their shape was that of a large letter "D" that was laying on its side. Lengths of chain about three feet long had been attached to the top of the arc in each ring, and the cord around one of his balls was passed through a chain link and tied off. The metal ring was by that time dangling about 4" above the floor. I remember being disappointed with the size of the thing, since it couldn't weigh much more than a couple of pounds. I'd hung much larger weights on his balls in our garage, and thought he was getting off pretty easy.

Maria quickly attached the second ring so it was also dangling the same distance above the floor. She stood then, facing Jeff and looking directly into his terror-filled eyes. He didn't know what she had planned for him, but was sure that it would be very painful.

When he finally directed his full attention to her, Maria said, "Now, little man, I want to tear your balls from your body. Do you want me to do that to you?" When he understood what she was asking of him, he began to whimper, and then to sob. Again he was unable to say "no" to his torturer, and finally he gasped out a simple, "Yes."

Maria said softly, in a very threatening voice, "You have obviously not yet learned your lesson. Answer me correctly right now, or I will get my crop once again." That produced even more fear in him, and after trying for several seconds to understand what was expected of him, he said in a defeated voice, "Yes, I want you to tear off my balls." The thrill I had in my pussy at that moment was beyond description. By that time, my whole body was dedicated to satisfying my lust. I had no focus other than achieving my orgasm, and knew that it would happen all the sooner, and have a greater intensity, when Maria was finally finished torturing my husband. I know that sort of justification is probably barely understandable to my readers, but it's the truth. His being tortured was further arousing my lust, and I wanted it to continue.

Maria then gripped the nipple weights firmly in her hands and began to pull them downward. Her reward was Jeff's cry of pain. She then placed her foot in one of the dangling metal rings, and I immediately understood their purpose. They were not weights, they were stirrups!

She used his nipples to support part of her weight, then lifted herself so her other foot could find the second stirrup. As he felt his balls being horribly stretched by her weight, his raw throat tried to once again give voice to his pain. I watched in fascination as his sac stretched lower and lower, in response to the force of gravity that was being applied to it. Even though Maria had a slight build, she surely weighed at least 110 pounds. My brain at that time was not capable of any sort of rational thought, but I know now that, even with the part of her weight borne by his nipples, each of his balls was surely supporting 40 pounds.

I'm quite sure the things would really have been torn free, except for the fact that by the time they had stretched about 4", her feet touched the floor. The pain must have been tremendous even so, for he never stopped crying out and sobbing all the time she stood there. Surely the sensation must have been as if his intestines were being pulled from his body.

When she finally decided that no further pain was being caused by the stretching, Maria stepped out of the stirrups and released her hold on the nipple weights. I was surprised to see that none of his things shrank to their former positions, and wondered if his nipples would always be that long, and his balls (or ball, in his case) always hang that low. I was allowed no more time to dwell on that topic, though, because just at that moment Donna returned holding a shiny metal tray.

Maria took the tray and then held it out to me so that I could inspect it. What I saw there caused me more confusion and indecision than any other thing ever before in my life. There was a small knife laying on the tray, which I thought was probably a surgeon's scalpel. That part had been expected, so didn't cause much surprise. There was also a syringe laying there, filled with a clear liquid.

What did concern me was the shape of the tray itself. Pressed into the surface of the metal were three shapes, and I immediately knew their intended purpose. At the bottom edge there were two round depressions, about 2" in diameter and spaced 4" apart. Between those was a single depression that was about a foot long, and maybe 2" wide. At the top of that shape a perfect replica of the head of a man's penis had been pressed into the metal. There was no doubt whatsoever as to the nature of the objects that were to be placed on the tray.

As soon as Maria saw that I understood what I was seeing, she showed it to Jeff. His reaction would have been comical in other circumstances, but here it served to further inflame my lust. He seemed to be fixated on the thing being held before him, and had eyes for nothing else. A constant moaning was the only sound he made. Slowly his hips began to thrust back and forth as much as possible, given his position. His cock, which had never softened the least amount, seemed to become even harder, though I doubted such a thing was possible. There had been a constant drop of pre-cum on his penis since he had first entered the room, and now his excitement was causing his body to produce even more of the stuff. I saw the drop grow larger, then begin to trail its way to the floor on a silver string.

Maria stared directly at his face until he finally directed his attention at her. At last she asked, "You know what this is, don't you?" He moaned again, then nodded his head. I was sure his throat was so raw and tight by then that he was simply unable to speak.

She continued, "Your wife has brought you here to be modified. She has instructed that you are to have one of your balls cut away from your body. I would prefer to remove both of them, and also your useless little cock. I want to take everything from you and place the pieces on this tray. Do you want me to do that?"

Although he must have been nearly unconscious from the pain and the high degree of excitement and lust he was feeling at that time, he finally responded with a hoarsely whispered, "Yes. Please take everything. Put my things on the tray. Please."

I tried to cry out to ask Maria to stop, but my own throat was so constricted that I could not utter a sound. It was beyond my power to stop this, even had I wanted to. Reliving my situation now, as I write this, I know that I truly did not want her to stop. I wanted her to sever every last bit of his manhood and place the things in their proper places on the tray. Anyone who has ever reached the intense level of arousal, of pure lust, that I was at then will understand. The rest of you never will.

Donna had walked to the winch by that time, knowing what was to come. At Maria's signal, she raised the wheel until Jeff's crotch was at a convenient height. She then came back to stand beside her mentor, holding the tray that Maria handed to her.

I watched the events unfold in what seemed to be slow motion. Maria first removed the cords from Jeff's balls and dropped them to the floor. She then picked up the scalpel and very carefully made a very shallow incision in one side of his sac. After replacing the knife on the tray, she began to force the ball out of its hiding place, and soon it was hanging free.

I truly had never seen such an ugly thing in my entire life. It resembled nothing more than a swollen sack of jelly, and it deserved nothing more than to be cut away for all time. The sight of his naked ball hanging there drove me to greater efforts to make the chair rock faster, and thereby provide enough stimulation for me to cum. Nothing could alter its slow rhythm, and the only thing I accomplished was to further rub raw my imprisoned wrists.

Maria then picked up the syringe and injected the liquid into the base of Jeff's cock. I had no idea why she had done that, and to tell the truth, did not care. My only goal then was to cum, and I could focus on little else. Again I tried to grind my pussy into the seat of the chair, but the soft padding made that useless.

She took the scalpel in one hand and stretched the naked ball with the other. With one quick slice, she severed it from the cord. After holding it in front of his face, she placed it on the tray. It was obvious from his glazed, vacant eyes that Jeff was far away, deep in his fantasy. Maria turned to me, still holding the scalpel, and said, "Your husband is no longer able to respond to me, so the choice is yours. Please let me take the rest of his manhood. You know you want to watch me do it. Tell me now to do it to him. When they are on the tray, I will let you cum."

"Yes" and "no" are such simple words, but I can tell you now that never in my life have I found it so difficult, so nearly impossible, to utter one of them. I was overwhelmed with my lust, and it ordered me to beg her to unman him. Several times my lips tried to scream my answer, but a tiny, secret, part of my brain stopped me. Finally I whispered, "No."

Maria stared at me for several seconds, then said softly, "So be it." She replaced the knife on the tray, then said to me, "Your husband will now be rewarded for giving me what I wanted. You will have to watch him cumming, while your own release is denied." She then held the tray under the tip of his penis with one hand, and began to masturbate him with the other. As she pumped the thing, she spoke softly to him, saying, "Jeff, you have been a good slave. You have given me your balls and your cock. I want to take them from you, and you want me to do it. You want to see them on the tray. Someday you will bring them to me again, and I will take them from you. You want that with all your heart and soul. You will make it happen. I want you to cum now, Jeff. Cum now!"

Never in my life did I think it possible for a man to ejaculate with such force and volume. As Maria continued to stroke his cock, it began to spurt gobbets of semen. She had to adjust the tray to catch the stuff, and to direct it onto his ball laying there. By the time his jerking stopped, the thing was completely covered with cum.

I don't know at what point I began to scream with rage and frustration, but that's exactly what I did. I don't know that any of the sounds I was making were actually words, but still they expressed my anger at him for cumming when I could not, my frustrated denial due to my imprisonment, my total rage at Maria for allowing him to cum, but not me.

The next memory I have is of Maria standing beside me, saying, "Look at your husband, my love. Is he not peaceful now?" When I did as she directed, I could see that Jeff was unconscious. I didn't know if he were alive or dead, and to tell the truth simply didn't care. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum, I had to cum! I was so jealous of him that I'm sure I'd have agreed to anything just then, if only Maria had asked it of me.

Instead of repeating her earlier demand for permission to unman my husband, she asked simply, "Do you want to cum now?" Every fiber of my being went into the, "Yes!", that I hissed.

She then said, "You must promise to bring him to me again. I must use The Cactus on him, and then cut away everything so that he is as smooth as you. If you promise to bring him to me before a year has passed, I will let you cum now."

I'm sure I spoke with no hesitation whatsoever, and at my impassioned, "Yes! I'll bring him! Please let me cum! Please!" She then said, "Think of how good it will be to watch me pushing it deep inside him, to see the spines slowly breaking through his cock, to hear his screams of agony and terror. You must do it! You promised!" She then turned the knob on the side of the chair and immediately the speed increased. A small metal stud on my belt was then pushed sideways, and I could feel the electrical current in my pussy grow stronger. That was all my body needed to reach its long-denied goal, and my orgasm overwhelmed my body and my brain.

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There has to be the break you see above, because I actually have no coherent memories from that time until I awoke late the next morning, in my bed. Maria was lying beside me, gazing lovingly at my face. Even given the way I had been treated the night before, with my overwhelming need for an orgasm denied for what seemed an eternity, I still felt love for this young woman. When the first words she whispered were, "Do you forgive me?", I began to cry and to hug her fiercely, saying over and over, "Of course! What you did was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me! I've never in my life had an orgasm like that. In fact, I didn't even know such a thing was possible."

We kissed then, and it was probably the deepest, longest, most erotic kiss I have ever had in my life. When we finally pulled apart, there was no hesitation whatsoever in my turning in the bed and burying my head between her parted legs. I felt her pull me over her, and then onto her own mouth.

We spent the remainder of that day shuffling between the hot tub, the bed, and the dining room. We seemed to have eyes for only each other, and other than my single question about Jeff, our thoughts were the same. Maria told me, in response to my question, that Jeff was fine, and was at that time sleeping soundly. He would remain asleep until the doctor discontinued the intravenous application of drugs, and when he awoke the healing process would already be well underway. That satisfied me completely, and I had no other concern for my husband.

I did visit Jeff the next day, after he had awakened. Other than a small amount of bandaging on his sac, and his monstrously swollen nipples, he appeared unchanged. The change in his personality, his attitude, and his bearing was evident, though. He had always been subservient to me, and I had come to expect that. Now, however, there was an element of fear in the way he looked at me through lowered eyes, and I have to admit that I loved the feeling of power that gave me. I had thought before that he was my slave, but now knew that was a pale imitation of the real thing. He was now truly in bondage to me, and both he and I knew it. It gave me a special tightness in my chest, a special thrill in my pussy, to see that. I loved it!

When Jeff was released from the infirmary two days after the session, he moved back into our room. This time, though, there was no husband-wife relationship between us. He slept on a pad on the floor, while Maria and I used the bed to continue our passionate lovemaking. We allowed him to bathe us, and to perform other housemaid chores. I took special delight in walking around the grounds, arm-in-arm with Maria, while leading him by the leash attached to his collar. He was naked at those times, of course, and it gave me a feeling of extra arousal when the other guests would look pointedly at his bandaged sac.

On the third day, Maria presented me with a small box that had been gift wrapped. I excitedly opened it, and was somewhat mystified by the contents. What appeared to be a wrinkled prune had been encased in clear plastic to form the shape of a teardrop. It had been mounted to a gold chain, to form what was clearly a necklace.

Maria smiled mysteriously at me all the while I was trying to guess the meaning of this gift. Then it dawned on me what was the true nature of the "prune". We laughed long and loud after that, and I just couldn't wait to again have our little parade, this time proudly wearing my necklace for all to see.

When the morning dawned on the day we were to return to our home, I awakened before Maria. I don't know how long I gazed lovingly at her face as she lay sleeping. My heart was breaking at the thought of leaving her, but I knew there was really no other choice. When she finally opened one sleepy eye, we began to repeat the sharing of love that had been our practice for such a short time. I wanted it to go on forever, but knew such a thing was impossible.

When we could delay our departure no longer, we summoned the servants to carry our luggage to our car, and then reluctantly followed them. Jeff had been allowed to dress, the first time since his session. I proudly wore my necklace as we walked to the parking lot, holding Maria as close to me as possible. She was holding two more gift-wrapped packages in her hands, and she presented them to me as we stood in tears. When I opened the first, I saw the Ben-Wa balls, and as I suspected, the second contained the belt and strap that had brought me so much frustration, and then so much pleasure. I knew that both presents would find much use in the days and weeks to come, and would always remind me of my lover here at this strange place.

As we hugged and kissed for the final time, we spoke in Spanish, as was usual for us. She hugged me fiercely and said, "You must return to me. You promised you would bring him to me once again. It will be very good, I promise. There is nothing to compare to watching The Cactus do its work. I must have him."

I replied simply, "You'll have him, my love. We'll return, and when you have him on the wheel, do what you will with him. I promise to bring him to you."

We drove away then, my eyes so tear-filled that I could not see for almost two minutes. As we passed through the gate, returning to the "normal" world, I saw an cholla cactus standing beside the road. One of the branches was about 2" in diameter, and maybe a foot long. It was completely covered with spines. As we passed it, I turned my head slowly to continue gazing at the thing.

I don't know how long it took me to realize that Jeff had spoken to me, but I finally turned to him and asked him to repeat his question. He said deferentially, "Will you bring me back here someday?"

I answered simply, "Yes."