More Than I Bargained For

My wife's friend, Sandra, had asked me if I could help her with some DIY. We'd been friends for years, and I'd always fancied her and had masochistic fantasies about her because she's quite big. I never said anything though.

She's taller than me, sturdily built with broad shoulders and long legs. She's a strong girl, brought up on a farm. She's quite pretty and has an infectious grin. Some people find her readiness to talk about sex a bit off-putting, especially other people's kinks and ways. I'd often fantasised about what it'd be like to have my balls in her strong hands. I was about to find out in a most unexpected way.

We'd just finished the DIY I was helping her with some rewiring and we were having coffee. We were chatting about this and that and I was conscious, as always, of an undercurrent of pervy thoughts running on in the background. She was so sexy and strong! I hadn't been able to stop stealing glances at her full breasts, her muscular forearms.

Then she dropped the question that would change my life.

"Did you see that programme about S&M sex the other night?" as she sipped coffee.

I tried to be nonchalant. I hadn't, but I'd wanted to. But I'd have been embarrassed to suggest it for the evening's viewing at our house.

"No. Any good?"

"They're weird. I don't understand it. All that... leather and fetish stuff."

"Yeah!" I agreed.

"I don't understand how people could get off on pain. I suppose I could understand someone enjoying hurting someone else if it was... you know... a mutual thing, if the person wants pain. Know what I mean? But I don't understand how anyone can actually enjoy being actually whipped."

"No," I agreed. Did she just say something about possibly enjoying hurting someone?

"Ages ago Julie told me you liked having your balls squeezed. Doesn't that hurt? Or is it... you know... pleasurable? Sexy?"

My wife Julie and Sandra had been friends for years. Julie used to indulge my kink a bit earlier in our marriage. She still gave my balls a bit of a squeeze in foreplay, but wasn't trying to hurt me. I wished she would. But now here was Sandra asking about it. Where might this end up? I began to get excited but embarrassed.

"Well, she used to do it. A bit. I can't remember. It was sort of... sexy, yes!"

Gulp! What was I saying? But she didn't seem bothered.

"But does all that fetish stuff turn you on? Like on that programme on telly? You know? As a bloke?"

"Well..." I tried to be honest and reasonable, "... only a bit. I mean, high heels make legs look sexy and can make them look... you know... muscley. And those heels could be dangerous, you know? But I'm not really into fetish stuff."

"But you'd enjoy having your balls... tortured?"

"Tortured?" I gulped. She was reading my mind!

"Sorry! You know... if she squeezed so it really hurt? Would you enjoy that?"

"Enjoy's the wrong word. I mean, it's a turn-on but it's still pain! You know?"

"Do you mean turned on... sexually?"

"Well... yes, I suppose!"

"Do you get a hard on if you think about it?"

" Well... yeah!"

"Are you getting hard now?"

This was one of those typical Sandra questions that people found difficult.

"I... well... I... yeah, sorry!"

She laughed, "Don't be sorry, it's natural! When Julie told me you liked having your balls squeezed I used to fantasise about squeezing them and I was a bit turned-on myself!"

My heart was hammering and my cock was hard in my jeans.

"How much would you like them being squeezed?" she asked, genuinely interested.

"Well... so that it... sort of... really hurts?"

"Does Julie do it like that?"

"Not as hard as I'd like. She doesn't want to hurt me, really."

"I don't want this to sound pervy, but would you like me to... squeeze your balls... really hard? I've been thinking about it and I'd really love to, if you want?"

"Wow, Sandra! Do you... do you want to?" I stuttered. Was this a dream coming true?

She laughed.

"Oh yeah I've fantasized so much about... torturing you since Julie mentioned it! But I'd want to squeeze and slap your balls until you're begging me to stop. But I might want to push you hard. You know? Actually hurting you?"

"Oh God! Oh yes!"

What was I saying?!!!

"What? You'd enjoy it if I actually... hurt you?"

"Well, no. I wouldn't actually enjoy it at the time I don't think. But I'd enjoy remembering about it afterwards. If that makes sense?"

"So, you wouldn't enjoy it? But you wouldn't mind if I did what I wanted to you even if you weren't enjoying it?"

"Well... yes!! That's it! But I might be quite... turned on... you know what I mean?" I was scared of being so honest with her.

"What do you mean?" she asked but I was pretty sure she knew what I meant, because she grinned.

"Well... I fantasise that you'd... you know... masturbate me but don't let me come, in between working on my balls."

There was a gleam in her eyes. Her next words frightened me.

"Shall we do it?"

They frightened me for two reasons. The first was that she might be less sadistic than in my fantasies. Would we be disappointed and embarrassed?

The second was that she might actually enjoy it.

"OK then!" I found myself saying.

Sandra moved next to me and placed her hand on my groin, rubbed gently with her knuckles. Then she undid the buckle on my belt, unzipped my fly and pushed her hand into my jeans. I squirmed a little. She found my balls. Took a grip on them. I gasped. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Are you ready?" she grinned.

"I think so!" I gulped, smiled.

She immediately squeezed my balls hard and held them tight. I doubled over and grabbed her muscular arm but she kept hold and I began to cry out for her to stop. She released the pressure but kept my balls firmly in her hand.

"Let go of my arm," she cooly commanded. I did, embarrassed by my vulnerability. But it went against my natural instincts for self-protection. I fought to move my hands away. I fought to relax. Leaned back.

"Good! Now keep your hands to yourself..." She slowly and relentlessly began squeezing. My penis was swollen in the confined space of my trousers, and Sandra was well aware of it and pressed against it. She suddenly bore down on my balls with a tremendous grip and I was crying out again, doubled over and clawing at her powerful arm. She crushed my balls for a few moments more, despite my pleas and my desperate attempts to prise her hand off them.

Then she released her grip and pulled her hand out of my trousers. She was panting a little and looking at me hungrily. Then suddenly her expression changed, a concerned mask went up.

"I'm sorry... are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I? Are you OK?" and she put an arm around me. I couldn't find a mask to put on. It'd hurt more than I imagined it would.

"No, I'm... phew!" I gasped trying to cope with the throbbing ache of my balls. She could squeeze really hard! I shouldn't have been surprised, but it was still a shock.

"No I'm OK thanks."

We were silent for a few moments. I was in a daze.

Sandra broke the spell in an apologetic and little-girly voice.

"Oh... I'm sorry! I forgot to do the... you know... wank you!"

My heart almost stopped. I was in pain, but I was also painfully aroused.

"I bet you'd love me to wank you off now, wouldn't you?" she grinned. "But what if I didn't let you come... I mean, that's what you fantasise about isn't it?"

Would Sandra really do this? Might she go along with it but really wank me to orgasm unintentionally or out of sympathy? My body was throbbing for an orgasm and she knew it.

"Yeah! Do you mean...? Would you... you know... wank me for a bit?... oh please!?" I tried innocently.

She seemed to calculate for a moment.

"OK," she smiled. "But first I'll have to tie you up."

She put her hand on my leg and slid it up to my crotch and my open fly. I flinched, but she just looked at the bulge in my jeans and rubbed her open hand against it.

"What do you think?" she asked, still looking at my crotch and rubbing. "Can I tie you up for a bit?"

I gulped.

"If you want to," I stammered. What was I saying?

"OK. You'd better take your clothes off then!" She moved her hand back down my thigh and gave my leg a gentle squeeze.

"... err... take my clothes off?"

"Yeah!" she grinned. "I might take some of mine off in a bit. You're always having sneaky peeks at my tits. I'll get them out for you if you strip off and let me tie you up."

So many thoughts flashed through my mind then - the thought of seeing more of her powerful body, her gorgeous tits, the thought of her strong hand pumping me to orgasm, that same strong hand crushing my testicles again when I'd be defenceless.

Well, what would you do?

So I was lying naked on the carpet, ankles tied to the legs of her big old dining table, stretching my legs apart. Sandra finished tying my wrists behind my back and made me lie down. It was uncomfortable lying on my tied wrists which were digging into my back but she pushed me down.

She knelt beside me and took hold of my cock. I made an involuntary groan of pleasure as she slowly began to move her hand up and down.

She looked into my face with an expression of amused curiosity and kept up a slow but steady pace. I kept glancing from her hand working at me so methodically and to her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt. My balls hadn't forgotten the punishment they'd recently received but I started to lose myself as waves of orgasm begun building up. I began panting and groaning a she carried on the same steady rhythm, grinning widely now.

Oh god! She was going to make me cum!

She could feel what was happening. She watched my face as I started to reach orgasm then suddenly took her hot hand off my throbbing and dribbling cock.

"There! Was that nice?" she asked.

I was breathless and writhing with frustration against my bonds. The orgasmic feeling was ebbing away but I was panting and my heart was racing with frustration. My cock was throbbing in the empty air, begging.

"Oh Sandra... oh god! Could you... you know... please just make me... let me...?" I blurted out.

"No. Not yet. Maybe in a bit. I'm enjoying myself too much! Do you want to see my tits now?"

Of course I was desperate to see them, but would this just add another level to my frustration or would it mean it'd be a step closer to her actually making me come?

She didn't wait for my reply but began unbuttoning her shirt. Then she drew her shirt aside and gave me a view of her magnificent breasts straining against her bra. My cock stiffened even more painfully, which she noticed. She lightly traced a finger around the dribbling glans and I doubled up in frustration. She laughed as I groaned.

"Don't you want me to touch it, then?"

"Oh god, course I do! But you're just...!" I complained. I was still staring at her amazing breasts. Her nipples were big and hard against the lace of her bra.

"I know! I'm loving this even better than I imagined! And I'm only just starting!"

She wrapped her warm hand around my cock again and began to slowly masturbate me.

"Mmmm! Shall I make you come this time?"

I managed a small "Yes please!" as she carried on gently pumping. I relaxed and began to ride the rising orgasmic rush. Her hand kept on pumping. I stared at her softly bouncing breasts as an incredible orgasm began to peak.

She suddenly stopped and laughed as I again doubled up and groaned with frustration.

"Not just yet! I think that's enough for now."

Without another word she stood up and pulled off her shirt. Then she unfastened her bra and looked down at me with a grin over her magnificent breasts. My cock twitched painfully, begging for attention. She stepped out of her jeans and panties and stood over me. She began fingering herself as she stared at my naked and bound body, still painfully aroused. She looked amazing! So sexy, so strong, so big. So dangerous.

"Oh you poor thing! I'm really going to hurt your balls now!"

"Please Sandra oh please! Thank... thank you Sandra! You don't have to do this..."

"I know. But I want to..." she fingered herself a bit more vigorously "... and I'm going to!" she smiled down at me.

She was towering above me. Looking down at my balls.

Like I said, she's tall and well-built. And heavy.

"Ready?"

"Please! Don't...!"

She dropped down with a hard knee smashing into my balls and erect penis.

I screamed at the impact and doubled up against her. But she pushed me down again so that I was pinned painfully to the floor with her hands on my shoulders, her breasts hanging over me. One solid knee was still wedged against my balls, amplifying the nauseating waves of pain.

Then mercifully she lifted her knee away.

Only to slam it powerfully into my balls. I began to scream then retched in pain, but her solid weight held me down remorselessly. Whatever happened next was a blur. I might have blacked out.

Gradually I began to come to, and Sandra had climbed off me and was now gently stroking my cheek. My balls were aching and there were tears running down my face. I'd never been in such pain. It was excruciating.

I found it hard to hear what Sandra was saying, but managed to focus...

"I said are you OK now? I'm sorry I had to do that... well, I'm not sorry really! I had a really nice orgasm when I kneed you. But that was a lesson for you - you'd better behave or else I'll knee you in the balls again!"

"Oh god! Please don't!" I managed to squeak.

This seemed to amuse her, then she was quiet for a few moments. I twisted around as much as I could to ease the pain.

"OK, I've thought of a good little game we can play. You really don't want a knee in the balls again do you? So I promise I won't knee you in the balls... if you can take five minutes of teasing and squeezing without submitting or coming. What do you think?"

I gulped.

"I... err... don't really want to..." I began but she interrupted and leaned close to me.

"I don't care if you don't want to... you said I could do anything I liked, even if you didn't enjoy it. So tough luck! But I'm not a complete sadist. Well maybe I am, but not all the time. If you can't take five minutes without giving-in or ejaculating, I'm going to knee you in the balls. Harder than I did before! But if you're brave and can take the pain and control yourself, I'll suck you off. I've been told my blowjobs are pretty amazing. Sounds fair to me! OK?"

I was bound with legs apart, wrists tied behind my back. There was nothing I could do when she lay across my thighs and began sucking my cock. Pulled her hot mouth away, laughing.

"That's better! Now we're back in business aren't we? Nice and hard!"

I gasped.

She slowly traced her nails down my wet cock. To my balls.

She looked over to the clock on the wall. The second hand was just reaching the top.

"Hmmm... ready?"

"I... I... please?"

"Please? You want me to? OK then!"

Her strong hand closed around my balls

"Aaargh! No!"

"Don't submit! You know what the punishment will be!"

I gritted my teeth as she started squeezing. I just couldn't take another of those knees from her strong and heavy leg.

I was so relieved when she let go of my balls and started on my cock. But soon she'd easily got me on the verge of coming, even though I was trying desperately to resist. She could have easily pushed me over.

But she went back to my balls again.

I knew she was strong, but couldn't believe how strong. I was in absolute agony, but had to endure it. Just had to.

She kept on going between hurting my balls and playing with my cock. I was on the verge of submitting or coming so many times but she'd just switch between them. It was agonising, but the alternative was worse. I was terrified of her kneeing me in the balls again.

"You're being very brave, I'm impressed," she said as she squeezed really hard. I doubled over gagging and begged her to stop.

"Don't submit yet! I really want to suck you off!"

Then her hands went back to my throbbing and too-sensitive penis.

"One minute left, and then I'll suck your cock. OK?"

"OK!" I gulped. I was so desperate for her to stop hurting my balls

"But you've got to control yourself. For just one minute. But I bet you won't be able to."

She grinned.

"You're going to miss the blowjob of your life!"

She gave my tortured balls a hard squeeze that made me shriek in agony, and then wrapped her frighteningly strong hand around my cock.

"Remember, you've just got to control yourself for a minute, Brave Boy. Or else I'll knee you in the balls again - properly this time!"

Her hand began to work on me gently. I writhed with pleasure and fear. She took me towards the edge again as she had done so easily before, even though I was trying desperately not to let the orgasm begin.

"Oh Sandra! Please stop! Oh no... oh god... oh Sandra!"

I began trying to distract myself, thinking of the DIY I'd been doing for her. I'd have to get some new cabling to finish the job. The bathroom would be next. But I was starting to gasp.

"Aaaah!"

She just grinned at me and carried on.

"I told you what I'll do to you if you let yourself come. And I bet your balls are already hurting now, hmmm? I'm going to knee you really hard if you can't control yourself!"

I was desperately trying to ignore what was happening, but my body began orgasming. She took her hand away and laughed in cruel delight as I thrashed around beyond control, ejaculating all over the place but no pleasure in it without her warm hand milking me.

I lay there panting for breath. Post-orgasmic shudders still ebbed through my body.

I felt her shift position.

"Please... please don't!"

Sandra knelt with knees either side of my leg and sat heavily on it. She rubbed herself against me.

"Oh you poor poor thing! Nasty Sandra made you come! Did you enjoy that?"

I could barely speak.

"It was... phew... totally... amazing! But please..." I stammered. My body was feeling drained, but I was feeling frightened as well. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Her weight was starting to hurt my leg now, as she pressed her crotch against it more firmly. She really was heavy. And warm. And wet.

"I'm glad you liked it. Not as good as one of my blowjobs, though. But you'll never know now, will you?" she smiled.

She raised herself off my leg then leaned over me and forced my shoulders heavily against the carpet again. She pressed a hard knee into my aching balls. Then lifted it high.

"Oh god no! Please don't Sandra!"

She grinned down at me.

Her knee came down gently to rest against my still aching balls.

"What's the matter? Fair's fair. I've just made you have a great orgasm. Agreed?"

"Oh yeah! But..."

"Now I'm going to get mine!"

Her weight on my shoulders and her knee on my balls were really painful. But I was really terrified of the agony she was going to inflict on me.

"Can... I..." I began, stammering and shuddering in desperation "... do something? Can I give you, you know, oral sex or something? Please?" I pleaded in panic.

She leaned her weight more heavily on me while she thought for a while. I lay under her, groaning in pain, desperate for a merciful verdict. But not really expecting to get one.

She removed her knee and suddenly launched herself onto my stomach, winding me completely. I struggled to regain my breath under her crushing weight, my tied wrists digging into my spine.

She began laughing.

"Did you really think I'd knee you in the balls again?" she giggled.

"I... what? Well... yes!" I gasped, confused.

"God, you must think I'm a real bitch! It looked like it really hurt you when I did that! I hadn't expected it to hurt you so much, though. You looked absolutely terrified when you thought I was going to do it again!"

I was bewildered.

Before I could respond she quickly and painfully shuffled up my chest and straddled my face. She held her obviously aroused genitals an inch from my mouth. I could smell her sharp excitement.

I couldn't believe it! She'd certainly had me fooled. I'd been convinced she was going to inflict more excruciating pain. I was so grateful to have the chance to pleasure her without her kneeing me in the balls. I leaned up and forward and licked her hungrily. She moaned a little. I carried on, desperate to please, and her moans of pleasure grew louder.

However, the position my neck was in was beginning to give me cramp. I carried on but the pain grew worse. I didn't want to stop but I just had to pull away.

"Hmmm! Don't stop!" murmured Sandra, and she shifted forwards and dropped her heavy body onto my face.

I could hardly breathe and my head was being crushed under her weight. Despite this, I tried to carry on licking her. Though muffled by her thighs I could hear her groans of pleasure increase.

"Oh yes!" she panted. "That's so good! Come on, a bit more... hmm that feels so good."

I carried on desperately trying to lick her as she continued grinding herself on my face. Then she began to orgasm and my head was violently pounded under her as she came. I felt like I was about to pass out through lack of air and through the constant battering of my face. Eventually, her orgasms finished. She settled heavily on me, and breathing became almost impossible.

Then she rolled off and lay contentedly beside me, with one heavy leg resting across my stomach. My face was drenched. I gradually recovered my senses.

"Hmm... that was a pretty good orgasm! You were really nice."

She removed her leg and clambered upright, towering over me and glowing in satisfaction. I gazed up at her voluptuous and powerful figure standing between my outstretched legs.

"Actually, I really am a complete bitch!" She placed a foot roughly on my balls.

I'd been feeling momentarily safe after pleasing her

"Oh no, Sandra! Please don't...!"

She lifted her foot and stamped it down on my balls.

I noticed the way it made her full breasts jiggle before I gagged and doubled up but she quickly put her foot on my shoulder and roughly kicked me back down.

My head hurt as it hit the carpet. Then she dropped to her knees again, landing one crushingly in my aching balls. She grabbed my shoulders as I reared up, forced me down easily, and kneed me hard in the balls as her weight kept me pinned. Then again. And once more, crying out in satisfaction.

I was stunned by her physical brutality. She stayed leaning over me, pressing me down, as I cried tears of pain and fear.

"Wow! That was even better!" she gasped. "Looks like that really hurt!"

I opened my eyes and through the tears I caught a look of mischief in her expression. She was certainly enjoying herself.

I was in no state to tell if I was enjoying it or not. Then she climbed off me and stood over me. With the release of her weight I doubled up, wheezing and sobbing in agony, my head awkwardly pressed trembling against her solid thigh.

"I'll let you recover for a bit. I might even wank you off again before I carry on working on your balls."

"No, please! Sandra! No... no more!" I sobbed.

I felt the muscles in her leg flex as she stepped away from me. She gazed down at me and moved a hand to her vagina. She began rubbing herself as she watched me trying to recover from the damage she'd inflicted. She enjoyed my obvious pain as I sobbed and begged her to let me go.

"No way. Not yet. I've not finished playing with you," she said softly but determinedly as she continued to finger herself. I continued to moan and plead with her but she ignored me. Then she grinned broadly at me, turned away and left the room.

As I lay there twisting in agony, I realised I had to persuade her that I really had had enough. But what if she just wouldn't listen to me? But she'd have to, wouldn't she?

The worst of the pain gradually began to ease away. She intended to "carry on working" on my balls? God, they were hurting from the "work" she'd given them already! I had tears drying on my cheeks. I really couldn't take any more. I'd just have to get her sympathy, get her to show me mercy. But she'd be loving every second of it! If she did give me any mercy, she wouldn't give it away easily.

I was adrift in these uneasy thoughts when the door opened and Sandra stepped in.

I snapped back into focus and instant lust.

Her high-heeled shoes were red. Her stockings were dark and shiny. She filled the doorway with her imposing frame. The heels and stockings changed the shape of her legs, giving more definition to her muscles. The effect was exactly the one I'd described to her when she'd asked me about my fetishes. I hadn't said anything about stockings, but she guessed right. My penis was straining again.

But as I gazed at her I remembered what else I'd said. Something about how high heels could be used to hurt when we were talking about that documentary. I started to panic at the thought of her using those dangerous heels, her weight and her strength to do more "work" on my tenderised balls. Surely she wouldn't?

She sauntered towards me swaying her hips, those muscles clearly flexing as she slowly transferred her weight from step to step, heels digging deep into the carpet, floorboards creaking below her. Her heavy breasts swayed as she approached.

She looked down at my erection and smiled, pleased with the effect she was having there. Then she looked into my face.

She registered my look of panic and began laughing.

"What's the matter with you? I'm not going to knee you in the balls again or anything, you baby! That was for not controlling yourself, wasn't it?"

"I know," I gulped. "But you said you were going to carry on... you know... hurting me!"

"Well, I am! But I don't want to knee you in the balls again. My knee's sore! Can't imagine what your balls must be like," she laughed. "But I think I said I'd wank you off again. Do you still want me to do that? It certainly looks as if you'd like me to!"

My penis was drooling.

"God, Sandra, of course I do!" I gasped. "But my balls still really hurt! I mean really! I mean...! Please?"

She looked intrigued.

"OK. Maybe I won't hurt them too much. Just play with them a bit more. I want to hurt you a bit more... but not too much. OK?"

"Well..." I began weakly.

"Oh for goodness sake! Look, I'm going to give you an amazing orgasm, and then I'm just going to play with your balls for a bit. Then I'll untie you and we can... well... get back to normal!"

"But I'm... I'm...!" I pleaded

"I know! That's why I want to hurt them a bit more! You can take it!"

"But... please Sandra? I... I've had enough now. Really! Thanks but please no more..."

I realised how feeble that was as soon as I said it.

She smiled. Not in a nice way.

"Lets put it like this..." she ticked it off on her fingers.

"What I'm going to do is I'll wank you off, then I'll play with your battered balls as much as I feel like. And then I'll get you to lick me off again - didn't I mention that? And then we'll finish. If you don't agree, I'll be disappointed in you and I'll... be rough with you. And you wouldn't want that. But if you agree, I might be gentler with you."

I gulped.

"OK," I agreed. I had no idea what I was agreeing to I just didn't want to upset her.

I really didn't want her to be rough with me. I was scared of her as much as I was aroused by her now.

She smiled, lifted one wicked red heel and pressed it against the base of my erect penis. I gasped. The pain was sharp and hard.

"Now ask me to wank you off," she said softly. I just groaned with lust and pain as I gazed at her powerful leg. She pressed harder and I cried out.

"Oh please... please will you wank me off Sandra?" I squeaked.

"OK... I'm going to wank you off," she said slowly as she jabbed her heel, muscles flexing with frightening power.

"I'm going to make you come!" she jabbed again. "Then what do you want me to do?"

I knew I had to follow the script, or things would only get worse for me. Much worse.

"Could you..." I swallowed, "... play with my... balls... a bit more?"

"Hmmm..." she said, still gently prodding my erection with her heel. "Good boy! I might. How rough would you want me to be?"

I gulped again and winced as she began prodding my dripping glans. The edge of her heel was rough and sharp.

"Please... please be as rough as you want to be, Sandra!"

She smiled

I knew this was the only thing to say.

"But please don't hurt me too much!!!" I couldn't help myself.

She didn't like that last bit. Before I could retract it she dragged her heel down my sensitive penis and I screamed. Then she leaned more weight onto the base of my erection.

"I'll be as rough as I want to be, just like you asked, OK?"

"OK!!" I quickly agreed, eyes watering as she kept her heel pressing hard into my soft flesh.

"But first, you want me to make you come?" She jabbed her heel again as she said the last word. The sharp but bruising pain made me gasp and double-up as far as I could. My balls were still aching and this new pain added a whole new level of agony and trepidation.

I still couldn't believe this was happening! My sexy neighbour torturing me!

"Don't you?" she cruelly jabbed again.

"Aaargh! Oh yes! Yes please!" I blurted.

She smiled and mercifully removed her heel. She looked down at me. I was conscious that I was spread-eagled below her, legs tied wide to the table. She was standing between them, looking at my vulnerable cock and balls. I tried to sit up a bit to relieve the discomfort.

She raised her foot and roughly shoved me to the floor again, this time catching me with her heel. That hurt. Then she leaned one hand behind her on the table for balance and began probing my balls with that sharp stiletto.

My balls slid around under her interrogating heel, but it didn't hurt too much. I gazed up at her powerful legs. I smiled a little with lust and longing.

She was magnificent!

"I'd really love to tie your balls to something I could stand on." she purred. "I wonder if you'd be smiling then?" She laughed at my terrified reaction. "Hmmm... an idea for later, perhaps! Sit up now."

I automatically obeyed, afraid of her displeasure.

She sat down close between my outstretched legs, straddling me with her own heavy legs. Her magnificent breasts were inches from my face. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. She was all around me. I felt overwhelmed by her powerful aura. She reached forward and engulfed my cock in one hand while her other surrounded my balls in painful promise.

Then both hands went to work.

I was in absolute agony. I tried to just take what was happening to me, what Sandra was doing to me, but the pain and the repeatedly frustrated need to orgasm was soon too much. I desperately pleaded with her. But she carried on - intuitively and sadistically balancing the pleasure and the pain. In favour of the pain.

I was begging her to stop.

She laughed.

"What do you want me to stop? This...?" and she gave my penis a slow stroke that made me shudder in pleasure. "Or this...?" She crushingly kneaded my balls.

"My balls!" I cried out in a strangled voice.

"Sorry? Which? This?" she mangled my balls again. "Or this?" she gave my penis a brief rub as I yelled in pain.

"My balls...!" I sobbed again.

She sighed.

"OK, I suppose so. I mean, I've got to actually let you cum properly sometime, haven't I? Only fair you poor thing! I've been a bit cruel haven't I? You looked so disappointed last time when I let go of your cock just when you'd started gushing"

"Oh God, yes... please... oh... please?" I gasped.

"You wanted me to wank you off... and then I'm going to be as rough as I want to be with your sore balls, do you remember? Don't worry, I'll wank you off properly this time! Milk every last bit of cum out of you"

"Yes, but... you're already hurting my... sore balls!" I tried to complain.

She laughed then. Her hand was still gently playing with my erect penis.

"That wasn't hurting them! Well, maybe a bit! But now I'm going to wank you off, like we agreed, and then hurt your balls, like we agreed. They are sore aren't they?" she gave a squeeze that made me yelp.

"Oh, god! Please don't...! They're not just sore... they feel... bruised... inside? They really hurt!"

"Good! Let's get on with it then!"

She let go of my balls and took hold of my cock. There was no teasing this time. She didn't have to. She wasted no time in making me come. She wasn't interested in my pleasure. Just pumped until she got the result then carried on pumping and pumping until any pleasurable feelings became uncomfortable, but she carried on anyway watching me writhe. That orgasm had been something else! I was still seeing stars, adrift in strange sensations. I'd never felt like this before.

Then she gripped my balls in both hands, pulling them towards her.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Before I could bring myself to reply or cry out in pain she raised her legs and rocked back. The wrench on my balls was agonising. She wrapped her heavy legs around me, still pulling on my balls, locked her ankles and squeezed her thighs and hauled back

This time the pain knocked me out cold. I vaguely remembered the feeling of my waist and ribs being crushed. And my balls feeling like they were going to tear away from my body. But it was too much.

I gradually became aware that my cheeks were being slapped sharply, that Sandra was sitting astride me, and that I felt like I'd been hit by a car.

"Ah! So you're back with us?" She stopped slapping me. My cheeks were burning. I thought some ribs might be broken. My balls were in absolute agony, throbbing their pain into my gut. Her weight on my bruised body was unbearable. My arms were numb.

"We haven't finished yet!" She grinned down at me, and again began pleasuring herself. "You're not enjoying this at all, are you?"

I struggled to make a reply. Tears were seeping from my eyes.

"No" I managed.

She looked down at me. "That's a pity. I am!" She laughed at the look on my face.

She climbed off me and stood over me, looking down as I gulped for breath and writhed to ease the pain in my balls, my ribs and my bound wrists. Then she stalked slowly around me on her high heels, floorboards creaking, one hand moving on her crotch. She waited until I'd recovered a little - circling me, enjoying me writhing in pain, pleasuring herself.

She stopped with a foot either side of my head, facing my spread-eagled legs and the table. I heard the old floorboards groan under her weight. I gazed up at her, and suddenly realised what was about to happen.

I began to rear up, but she dropped and settled herself down on me.

I quickly tried to turn my face, but she soon had my head pinned between her thick thighs and her genitalia pushed against my mouth. She was saying something but I couldn't hear what it was. I just started licking and probing desperately but her weight bore down on me. Then she raised herself slightly so my tongue could get on with its task more effectively. She was already aroused and wet and she soon had another series of crushing orgasms, smashing my head into the carpet.

When she climbed off, I began to feel relief. Not just the immediate relief from her crushing weight, and the relief of being able to breathe. I had no relief from the pain of my injuries, but I was relieved that we'd reached the conclusion. So relieved that we'd reached the conclusion. Part of the torture she'd put me through had been the fearful uncertainty of what she would want to do to me next. Now a pattern was being completed.

She looked at me and grinned. "Phew! Wow! That was pretty amazing, wasn't it! Are you OK?"

"Ermm.. not really" I groaned with attempted humour, given the situation.

She laughed.

"Sorry! I know I hurt you. But I mean... do you think you'll enjoy remembering this? Will it be a turn-on?"

"Wow, yeah!" I laughed with her.

Despite what we'd been through, I began to feel embarrassed about being tied up and helpless. And about our nakedness. And about the whole situation. Something terrifying but beautiful was beginning to recede. We were... what was the phrase Sandra had used? Getting back to normal.

It seemed to be affecting her, too. She gave me an embarrassed but coy look.

"I'm really sorry that I hurt you so much, even if I enjoyed it."

"Wow! That's... erm... OK."

"Alright, I'd better untie you now."

The sense of relief at those so welcome words!

She moved over to me, got me to sit up, and began working at the bonds on my numb hands.

She grinned at me. "Do you think we'll... err... ever do this again?"

"Well..." I began.

I didn't want to sound ungrateful. But I really didn't want to go through this again. I remembered her saying something about wanting to stand on my balls! Given another opportunity, I was afraid she'd do just that. But she was just too big and strong I didn't want to imagine the pain. And what else would she think up, given time to prepare? No way was it going to happen again.

"I don't know, really... maybe!"

My hands were finally free. I carefully began rubbing the circulation back into them. Sandra moved to my side.

"You don't sound very keen!" she observed.

"I suppose I'm... you know... not really, not at the moment. You really hurt me there. I mean really really hurt me."

"I know! I loved it!" she grinned her big smile.

My hand went down to my bruised balls. I could hardly touch them.

"I didn't realise you were so strong. Or... cruel!" I admitted.

"I know!" she laughed. "I didn't think I could be so cruel, either! But with you all tied up and vulnerable, and with that hard-on most of the time, and your balls looking so tempting..." she looked at them, "... and when you were looking so frightened at what I'd do next..." she looked me in the eye, "... I just started to... Oh fuck it!"

She pounced on me, knocking the air from my lungs. She grabbed my arms and pinned me to the floor. Though my arms were not tied they were no use against her, her weight and her determination. And my legs were still tied spreadeagled. I cried out as a fearsome knee roughly pushed against my still aching balls.

She laughed with cruel glee.

"Just one last time. Just because I can. And just because I want to...!"

SLAM!