I Really Want to Kick Your Balls Ded
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On the Wednesday evening (I had seen Gina Monday) I had been sitting on my sofa with my feet up watching television when I’d received a message from Gina. It read: Hi Jules I think it would be nice to catch up for a chat. Pop round at 8 tomorrow and don’t be late. Punctuality is important to me. It is a sign of respect. X
I immediately replied back saying that I would be delighted to see her.
As soon as I had sent it another message came through: I’ll look forward to seeing you x P.S. Bring a £100 in cash.
I can’t tell you how excited I was to hear from Gina and that night I had slept fitfully. Despite fantasising about Gina and I having wild and passionate sex I resisted the urge to masturbate – there’d be nothing worse than failing to perform to maximum potential should I be called upon to do so, though it was probably highly unlikely at this stage in things. I was also intrigued about the money, but that was of lesser importance.
I had a longish shift on the Thursday but pretty much every minute of it I was thinking about Gina. During a break I had gone to an ATM machine and drawn out a £100 in five crisp £20 notes. I did wonder whether to buy a fancy envelope to put them in but elected not to in the end – I thought it may look a little like I was a poser. Again I wondered what Gina would want with a £100. I also have to confess that at this point I had already vowed to myself that I would do anything Gina requested of me – I was that infatuated with her.
The day and the duty seemed to drag more perhaps than usual but eventually it did get to the end. Once I got home, I cooked myself a meal, washed up and then had a shower – I needed to look my best for Gina. As time drew on I kind of steeled myself for going round to Gina’s. This time I would play it more carefully because though the knee in the balls was painful, very painful, the prospect of blowing it with Gina and never seeing her again scared me more. Funny how it all boils down to fear and love when you really analyse it.
I left my little house in Bell Street at twenty to eight and again, rather than taking the car, I walked round. It wasn’t as nice an evening as the one on the Monday but though cloudy it was dry.
When I got round to Gina’s she opened the door and welcomed me in like an old friend. I immediately took my shoes off and left them by the door – I didn’t need telling. The first thing I noticed about Gina was what she was wearing: a sleeveless black top and black trousers. Needless to say they were tight fitting. I also didn’t think she was wearing a bra either. Her feet were bare and her toenails painted red, as were the nails on her fingers. The second thing I noticed was her fragrance – it was powerful and almost overwhelming – and she never wore anything else. I do know what it was called but I’m not going to say. I have my own reasons for that which I may or may not tell you at a later stage.
“Well, it’s good to see you Jules, why don’t you go and sit yourself down in the lounge whilst I make us both a cup of tea. I’ve also got some fruitcake – do you fancy a slice?”
“Yes, to both, please, Gina.”
“Do you take sugar, Jules?”
“Two please.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.”
I’d then pushed open the door to the lounge and plonked myself down on the expensive looking black leather reclining sofa. Again, it reaffirmed for me that Gina liked the good things in life.
After a couple of minutes of twiddling my thumbs Gina entered the lounge with a tray upon which were two mugs of tea and two plates with the cake on. I have to say it all appeared quite mundane and cosy.
“Make certain you don’t spill tea or drop crumbs on the carpet Jules or I shall be very cross, Jules,” Gina had said with mock severity.
“I certainly won’t,” I’d replied, recalling the crushing pain of the ball kick just three days earlier.
As I had carefully lifted the plate to just under my chin and picked up the slice of fruitcake with the other one Gina had said: “I don’t really know a lot about you Jules. Quickly tell me about yourself. Or rather the important bits.”
I had waited a second whilst I had hurriedly chewed upon the cake and then swallowed quicker than I would have liked. I then put the plate down on the glass coffee table to the left of me.
“Well, where do I start? I’m a bus driver as you know, I have my own house, two bedroomed, in Bell Street. I’m thirty-seven years of age—“
“Hmmm. Just two years younger than me,” Gina had interjected and then added: “Continue.”
“I’m single, I broke up with my long term partner, Sharon, just over a year ago. Um, my Mum died six years ago and I never knew my father. I normally go swimming about twice a week, occasionally go out for a bike ride. I like reading—“
“Stop. Is your mortgage paid off?”
“Yes. My mother left me a house, it was a bit too big, which I sold and then bought this one outright.”
“Good. We’ll leave it there with your bio for the moment. Now, whilst we’ve been chatting it hasn’t escaped my attention that all you have been doing is looking at me, ogling me, undressing me with your eyes. Is that correct?”
I think I may have reddened when she confronted me with that. And the fact of the matter was that I had being doing all those things – and more. I had been staring at her exposed flesh which was mainly that of her uncovered arms and the semicircle beneath her neck and almost extending down to her breasts. Her skin was quite deeply tanned, as I stated before, and very sexy. Her flesh was also as smooth as satin and, apart from a couple of small black moles on the upper forearm of her right arm and a slightly larger one at the base of her neck, was pretty much flawless.
“Y-yes, I have been, I’m sorry—“
“No need to be sorry. I am an attractive woman. Very attractive some say, even though I’m nearly forty. I’ll also let you in on a secret: I’m quite vain and in love with myself. I keep myself in shape and I’m even luckier to have good genes. I reckon I’ll still be able to get the fellas for a good few years yet. Does that shock you?”
“Yes, I mean, no…”
“Well, let’s put it this way, if I was a fat, ugly minger you wouldn’t be here, would you?”
I had to agree with her – I wouldn’t.
“Okay, let’s put the boot on the other foot. Finish your tea and cake, whilst I nip to the loo and when I come back I want you to have stripped naked. Don’t argue, Jules, just do it.”
“Y-yes… of course.”
She left the room taking out her plate and mug and closed the door behind her. I then removed all my clothes putting them all into a neat pile on the carpet. As I had stripped I’d felt a curious mix of humiliation and excitement so much so that my cock was a stiff as a broom handle – I wasn’t quite sure as to how Gina would react to that when she saw it.
I discerned her footsteps just prior to her entering the room and nearly cupped my hands around my genitals, but opted not to at the last second.
“I’m glad to see you’ve done as I instructed. Okay, what I’m going to do is inspect you, and when I’ve finished that I’ll make a decision as to how much use you’re going to be to me. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Right, let’s start at the top.” She came up close to me. “Well, firstly, your hair’s too long, looks scruffy, it would look a lot better if it was short and neat. I reckon a grade three every three weeks will keep it smart – I like my men, no demand them, to be smart. Secondly, your little goatee beard is fine, but make certain it is trimmed every other day at the minimum. Thirdly, you should shave your face just before you see me – I like smooth skin on a guy. Incidentally that also applies to your pubic area and armpits – I don’t want to see any hair there at all as it’s off putting.” At this point she took a step back and said: “Swivel round, give me a little twirl.” I moved slowly round.
“Okay then. You’re not in bad shape, reasonably good looking but not handsome, and you haven’t got any unsightly blemishes, though you are a little overweight – maybe a little more swimming will help with that. You’ve got nicely shaped balls and your cock’s probably a little bigger than average – I’ve seen a few larger but a lot smaller – so that’s a plus point.” She then added: “Despite what women say, size is important and even though it isn’t a guy’s fault he’s got a small one I’d never go out with a fella with a tiny cock. I’m also pleased to see that you’re pleased to see me as I’ll be needing you to perform at a drop of a hat – or should that be a drop of then knickers.” She smiled. “However, when you’re not seeing me you do not masturbate or have sex with anyone else.”
As I’m writing all this down, re-living it, I’m still struck by the bizarreness of this first meeting. I’d felt like a slave at a market and in a way I found that incredibly liberating. It was liberating because relinquishing control – I fully intended to do exactly as Gina asked – meant that no longer was the the stress of making decisions, no more agonising over errors of judgment as I had done in the past. Everything was now simple: I lived to make Gina happy, her gratification was my gratification.
Liberation. A strange word. Hard to define till you realise that it’s not so much a word or a definition but rather a state of mind. And then you can’t define it at all.
I’ve digressed.
So, after the ‘inspection’ she then asked me if I was okay with her demands and rules – she added that none of what she would ask of me was non-consensual and that I could choose to decline if I so wished, however that would be the end of the relationship.
I told her there and then that I would do everything she asked of me. I then fell to my knees and prostrated myself at her feet telling her that I absolutely worshipped her and loved her – and all she did was laugh.
“Okay, get up now.”
I got up.
“Well, I’m glad that’s settled, Jules. But I’d better make clear right from the beginning that I’m never going to fall in love with you, that underneath I don’t really care for you, and in actual fact, apart from a few close relatives I don’t actually give a shit for anybody in this world. I know exactly what kind of a person I am and I know exactly how the world works. I intend to take as much as I can in life from life for as long as I can. One day I’ll die and that’ll be that. Nobody will mourn me, nobody will thank me for a being a decent person, unless they’re false and want to be liked by the people they intend to con. Yeah, I see the world the way it is. I see you the way you are and I shall use you, abuse you and make your life hell at times. And do you know what, you’ll love me all the more for it…”
She’d trailed off at this point and I’d wondered if she had perhaps regretted confessing her true thoughts. But then again I’m not sure Gina ever regretted anything – anything
“Okay, Jules, you’d better go to the loo now and when you come back I’m going to see what kind of a man you are, but probably not in the way you’re thinking. And it’s going to cost you that hundred quid – I ain’t a cheap woman.” She’d smiled in what I increasingly began to see as a rather evil way.
I had then padded naked down the hallway to the toilet. Whilst I took a leak I heard her walk down the hallway and into her bedroom. My erection had now subsided.
When I returned to the lounge the first thing I noticed was that there was a red towel over the head rest of the sofa and another directly below on the carpet. Gina was also grasping a long bamboo cane in her hand too.
“Before I forget, Jules, could you give me the hundred pounds now and put it on the coffee table – it’ll will go to a good cause, don’t you worry.”
I’d knelt down and slipped out my wallet from my trousers before pulling out the £20 notes and placing them on the table.
“Thanks Jules. I want you now to bend over the sofa with your hands on the seat.”
I can remembering feeling extremely scared at this point as it was pretty obvious what was going to happen to me. But I knew I had no option but to take it. Also, my cock now was totally limp.
Once in position Gina, from behind me, then said: “What I’m going to do now Jules is to cane you as hard as I can, the reason for that mainly is to enf***e obedience, total obedience, from you. I want you to know that if you disobey or displease me then there will be… consequences. Of course you are free to get up, get dressed and walk out of here. But that will be the end of our friendship and relationship. Also if you ask for mercy or for me to stop that will also signal the end of our relationship. It’s all or nothing, and that’s the only true way of life – compromise isn’t an option in my book. Do you understand and accept?”
“Y-yes I do.”
Gina then whispered in my right ear: “I’m going to really hurt you and in some ways it will be worse than the ball kick as it’s going to be protracted. By the way, since you were ogling at me all evening, I’d just thought I’d let you know that the clothes I’m wearing now are what I always put on when I’m going to formally punish a guy – the sleeveless top doesn’t restrict my swing. So, in future if I’m in that top then you’ll know that you are in for some punishment. Right, I think we’ll get on with it.”
A couple of seconds later there was a brief ‘whoosh’ followed almost immediately by a ‘crack’. A sharp line of intense pain ran instantly along my buttocks and I could feel a tingling sensation in my cheeks as though the bl**d was draining out of my face. I can tell you that it was extremely unpleasant. To my credit I remained in position. Gina then said: “I told you it would hurt. Now, Jules, tell me what I expect of you.”
I’d gulped before responding: “You want me to have a grade three haircut every three weeks. You want me to shave before I see you. I must keep my beard trimmed. I must shave my pubes and under my arms every day—“
She then administered another hard stroke of the cane. Needless to say it was agony and I started to sweat. It then occurred to me that that was the reason for the towels – she didn’t want perspiration on her sofa or perhaps bl**d and other bodily fluids dripping onto her carpet.
“You needn’t bother with giving me a speech. All I need for you to do is… obey.”
The third application of the cane almost felt like a hot wire had been placed across my skin and I had cried out but immediately followed that by proclaiming: “I promise to totally obey you.”
“That’s more like it. Obedience. Total obedience. Yeah, I like the sound of that. Almost as much as like the sound of the cane impacting on your skin.”
I can’t recall how many more strokes she gave me but all I know is that at the end of it I was absolutely broken. Tame. Obedient. Submissive. I also knew that I would have died for her should she have demanded it of me.
When she’d had enough of caning me she told me to straighten up and get dressed. She then said: “You can go home now. I will text you when I want to see you next – don’t contact me. Don’t say hello in the street should you see me either. You can go to the café because I’ve left now – it was a shit job.”
She then came up to me and kissed me gently on the forehead. “You’ve been very brave, Jules. It’s so touching that you care for me that much,” she said compassionately and then added: “Oh look you’ve got a little tear rolling down your cheek.” She then put a finger up to it and wiped it off.”
At this point I broke down and wept…
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