Be Careful What You Wish For 1912

Bedroom

He threw the bedclothes back and sat up. Caroline hated it when he got like this. And it was happening more often.

She reached a hand out to touch his back but he shrugged it off. He was frustratingly childish sometimes.

"Oh come on! Look, love, I'm really sorry. But I've told you so many times...tying you up and that stuff with your balls is...well, its pervy! You'd just be lying there enjoying it and I'd be doing all the work."

She meant it as a joke.

He turned round and glared at her.

"Doing all the work? You don't mind it when I...when I'm, you know, doing all the work do you?"

Caroline knew exactly what he was referring to. Yet again. He often insisted on performing oral sex on her though she never found it enjoyable or even comfortable. She found it kind of embarrassing. But she put up with it as he seemed to love doing it. But he just went at it like a dog. No subtlety.

She sighed. "Look...I'm really sorry, but we've been here so many times before haven't we? Let's not get into that old argument again."

She put a hand on his back, tentatively. This time he didn't flinch. He sighed. There was a beat, then he flopped back down in the bed by her. He reached for her.

"It's OK. I understand. I'm sorry! OK? I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"That's OK. Come here, you daft thing!"

They snuggled under the bedclothes. His hand moved to her breast.

"Do you want to...can we...you know...?"

"Come here, you!""

They eventually slept, touching but apart.

They couldn't go on like this.

Why was he so obsessed with getting her to tie him up and getting her to be rough with his balls? She'd tried a few squeezes which had made him squirm, but she didn't actually enjoy it herself. She'd just done it to please him. But tying him up and stuff? And wearing kinky clothes? Where did he get these ideas from, for goodness sake?

Well, Caroline knew where he'd got it from. His previous girlfriend had apparently been into it - a bit of playful S&M and kinky dressing. She didn't want to go down the same path. And she didn't just want to be a substitute for an ex-girlfriend.

Becky

"So what do you want to be, for him?"

Caroline had met her best friend Becky for a coffee. It was time to get some help.

She stirred her drink. Some slopped over, but she didn't notice.

"Do you want to stay with him? Do you want to be his..." she smiled "...pervy girlfriend?"

"What?"

"Do you want to stay with him? This kinky sex thing seems to really bother you. But I don't really see why."

"What? You don't?"

"No, not really!"

"It's just...not natural. He's trying to force me to do something I don't want to do."

Becky took a sip of her coffee.

"Why don't you call his bluff, then?"

"What do you mean?"

Becky pushed her cup forward and leaned on the table.

"I don't know, I'm just doing...lateral thinking. No, it's a silly idea."

"No. What?"

"Well...what if you did tie him up and...sort of...hurt him? Put him off."

"Put him off? It wouldn't put him off. He'd like it."

"I know but...but what if you...gave him more than he could take...? Maybe he'd stop pestering you for it?"

Caroline looked in surprise at her friend's grin.

"Oh come on, I couldn't really hurt him."

"But just think about it!"

"No, I really couldn't...he'd think he'd won, that he'd managed to force me to go along with his pervy kinks."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But still...I guess...you'd really have to hurt him to make it work, to put him off. You'd have to really hurt his balls. You know? Put him off asking ever again!"

"No way! I just couldn't! Couldn't...you know...actually hurt him!"

"OK I know. But he wants you to be rough with his balls, so why not? I would!"

"Maybe you're right!" She stirred her coffee. "I really can't take his constant pestering any more. It's...spoiling everything. I'm going to have to do something. I don't think I want to dump him, but...yeah! Might be worth a try, I suppose!"

"Do you think you could do it?"

"Well, apart from the perviness of it and him thinking he'd won, maybe I could. I mean, I've got to do something. But I really don't want to...don't want to hurt him. I'm not a sadist, Becky!"

"I know, I know! I know you're not. You're too kind! But there is that saying, about having to be cruel to be kind!"

They looked into each other's eyes and grinned.

"You might be right. I'll think about it!"

"Just do it!"

Bedroom

He took his flushed face out from between her thighs, pleased with himself that she'd eventually orgasmed a second time. The first time was when they'd fucked.

"Was that good, Babe?"

"Hmmm! Yes thanks! Come here!"

He lay beside her and they embraced.

Caroline had faked her orgasm again, just to get him to stop. She was getting sore with his hungry lapping. And he should have shaved.

"I love making you come like that!"

"Mmmm."

They lay quietly for a while.

"Babe?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'd...so love it if you...if you...you know...tied me up for a bit."

"I know you would, love. You always say that."

"I know, I'm sorry to go on! But...but I..."

"What, love?"

"Well, I really miss it! It's the only thing I miss about...you know...about..."

"About Lucy?"

"Well...yeah!"

Caroline had always previously just refused at this point.

"So...you really want me to tie you up?"

He sensed a change in her tone.

"I...oh...I...Oh yes, Babe. I'd love it!"

"Really?"

"Oh God, yes!"

She could feel his cock stiffening up against her thigh. She pressed into it a little.

"I...oh..."

"OK, then. Maybe it's time..."

Later

He was bound spread-eagled to the four posts with some of her least favourite scarves. Obviously didn't want to ruin her good ones.

"Is that ok? Are you comfortable, love?"

"Oh God! Yes I'm...fine, Babe! Thanks!" He grinned, his erection bobbing. Already he was dribbling pre cum she noticed.

"Good! But I...I do feel a bit weird about this, to be honest."

"Oh, Babe, please! Don't worry, its fine! I really love it! Just...carry on!""

She slowly folded her hand round his cock, just held it there. He groaned but his grin widened.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes Babe, please...please...?"

"But I'm still not exactly sure what you want me to do, love?"

Her hand began to gently move back and forth.

He groaned softly.

"I mean...I get this bit..." she increased her speed and he groaned a little louder, then she slowed down to a stop, just holding him again. He groaned even more.

"...but I don't get the bit about you wanting me to...to hurt you, to be honest."

"Oh...oh...please Babe! It'll be alright really Babe!"

His cock was throbbing in her hand as she just held him there.

"But what exactly do you want me to do to your balls, then? You've never really given me much of a clue."

She squeezed him and he groaned.

"Oh! Oh Babe! Please just...don't stop! Just...get on with it! Please?"

"But I don't want to get it wrong for you, love."

"You'll...you'll be alright I'll be fine!"

"But I'm still not sure what exactly you want me to do, love. What was it exactly that you liked Lucy doing to you so much?"

She'd never asked him directly before, really hadn't wanted to know. But now she needed to know.

Hr swallowed, then licked his lips.

"Well?" She gave his cock a little squeeze.

"Oh! Oh! Babe! She used to...used to do what you're doing right now!"

She laughed.

"You like a bit of prick-teasing, don't you love!" She began stroking him again. He shivered and groaned.

"...don't you?"

"Oh...oh...I...please...yes!"

She stopped. Took a few deep breaths. She felt very strange. It was an almost out-of-the-body feeling. As though she was watching someone else doing this. Then she heard herself saying

"And you used to like it when she squeezed your balls?"

His cock got harder in her hand as he thought about her question and thought about his ex. He's going to pay for that.

"Well, I used to get her to...to squeeze my balls...you know...really hard!"

"How hard?"

"Well..." he licked his lips again, swallowed a few times "...well...until I... you know... I asked her to stop."

"Asked her to stop? But I thought you liked it?" She was still playing with his dribbling cock. He gasped.

"Yeah, but...but just until I submitted."

"Submitted?"

"Yeah! Until I submitted...submitted, you know? Gave in? Told her to stop?"

"Told her to stop, hmmm? And did she?"

"Well, yeah! Course she did!"

Her mind was spinning. This was all going to be for the best one way or another, she reminded herself. To stop him being so obsessed and demanding. His ex had obviously imprinted or reinforced some powerful cravings. Caroline had tried her hardest to ignore them but they hadn't gone away.

"Babe?"

"Hmmm! Yes? Sorry! OK...let's...let's get on with it then shall we, love!"

"So..." she took his balls in her hand "...I'm just going to slowly squeeze your balls harder and harder until you submit. OK?"

"Oh god, yes please, Caroline!"

"OK! If that's what you want me to do" she smiled. And began squeezing.

He gasped.

"Harder?"

"Oh god, Caroline...yes please! Harder!"

"OK. How about this?"

"Aaargh!"

"Do you submit?"

"I...I...no! "

"No?" she laughed. "OK! How about this?..."

"Aaaaaargh! Oh...please...I submit! I submit! Aaaargh! Stop! Stop!"

"Sorry love! Was that a bit too hard? I didn't mean to...you know... hurt you!"

"No...oh...it's OK, Babe. Phew! Where did that come from?"

She laughed. She wasn't sure.

"Well, you said you wanted me to make you submit! Was that OK?"

"Oh wow! Yes, Babe! But...but you don't have to do it...quite so hard, OK?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, love!"

"No, no it's OK!"

"OK then...and now do you want a bit of...?"

She moved her hand up to his cock which was still throbbing and dribbling.

"Oh God! Yes please, Babe!"

She began gently stroking his cock

She slowly increased her speed, could feel him getting even harder in her hand.

"I...I...oh... ohhh... Babe...please...yes...yes!!"

She took her hand away.

"I...oh...ohhh!" He squirmed in his bonds. But there was a big grin on his face.

"Are you sure you're alright, love?" She gently touched his cheek. He turned his head to kiss her hand.

"I'm...wow! Yes! Are...are you OK, Babe?"

"Am I OK?"

"I mean...I mean...are you OK doing this? You never wanted to before."

"If it's what you want me to do to you, love!"

"Wow! I've been...I've been fantasizing about this for ages!"

"I know you have, love. And I want to squeeze your balls again really hard, make you beg."

Her fingers traced down from his cheek, over his chest and stomach, to his balls.

He moaned.

"Hmmm?"

"I...oh, Caroline! Please..." he gasped.

She gathered his balls in her hand again roughly. He squirmed.

"But...but...not as hard as last time, OK?"

"Sorry about that, love! Are you ready?"

"I...I think so!"

"OK. Let me know when you want me to stop."

"OK!"

"Here we go then..."

She squeezed his balls. Not too hard.

"Submit?"

He smiled.

"Ahhh! No"

She squeezed harder.

"Submit?"

"Aaagh! I...no! Just...just a little bit harder please, Babe," he gasped.

She increased the pressure, slowly.

"Yes! Yes I submit! Stop now!"

She held on tight and he was really begging her to stop.

Eventually she released him. She felt strangely pleased with herself, that she'd been able to make him submit. She wondered if she'd actually enjoy calling his bluff, as Becky had suggested. Not just acting out his fantasies, while he was still in control. But giving him more than he'd bargained for. He was obviously enjoying this.

"Phew! Wow! Thanks Caroline...that was...that was amazing!"

"Was that OK?"

"Oh, yeah Babe!"

"As good as...you know...your ex?" She didn't know why she'd asked that.

"Oh God yeah!"

"Good!" She took hold of him again. He groaned with pleasure. "Do you want a bit more cock-teasing now?"

"Oh, Babe! You can just...just make me cum now! I can't take any more!"

She laughed.

"You've had enough?" She again began slowly stroking his straining cock, up and down, up and down.

She stopped.

"Hmmm?"

"I...what...oh please just..."

"Have you had enough?"

"Oh! Yes! Just...just make me cum now!" he gasped.

Caroline had been wondering if she'd really go through with this. Would he be mad at her afterwards? Would she be ruining their relationship? But it had got pretty bad anyway, with his constant demands for kinky sex. He'd seemed to be getting resentful that it wasn't going to happen.

Well, it was happening now. Maybe this was enough? She hadn't found it too bad, after all. But she still felt like it was all him him him. He was calling the shots ultimately and she was just some sort of puppet for his fantasies. She wondered if this was why his ex had left.

"Come on Babe! I'm bursting to cum!"

She smiled down at him.

"Are you now, love?" Her hand began pumping him again. He writhed and panted in his bonds.

"I...oh...ohhh...yes...ohhhhh!"

She stopped before he could cum, just gently held him as he writhed and strained against his restraints.

"Oh...oh. God! Come on Caroline! Please?"

She squeezed his cock a few times, making him squirm and moan.

"Do you submit?"

"Oh god yes please!"

She laughed and squeezed him a few more times.

"Oh...oh...oh...please Caroline oh just...just make me cum!"

She let go.

"This all just a wank-fantasy for you, isn't it?"

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

"It's like with your ex...you just want me to...to...go along with your fantasies all the time."

"My fantasies?" he gasped.

"Yeah, you know...fantasies about having your balls...well...tortured and stuff. You do go on about it all the time, don't you love?"

"Yes, but..."

"But it really annoys me. You know that, but you still keep trying it on."

"I'm...I'm sorry! But I thought you...?"

"No! I'm sorry, love, but I think I've had enough of your fantasies. If you want me to do this to you again, tying you up and everything, pretending to be some sort of cruel dominatrix...I'm going to have to...hurt you...OK?"

"I...what...?"

She grabbed his balls again.

"No! Ow!"

So many conflicting thoughts raced through her mind. She ignored them. This was for the best. However it turned out.

She squeezed his balls. Hard.

"I submit! I submit!"

Harder.

"Ohhh! Aaaargh! Please..."

She began kneading them, grinding them together, popping them apart. Harder than ever before. She hadn't actually realized how strong she was. She was pretty strong.

"Aaaargh! No! Please! Aaargh!"

She wasn't enjoying this. Maybe just a bit though? But it had to be done. She increased the pressure.

"Does that hurt, love? It looks like it hurts!" she laughed. Squeezed harder.

"Oh no! Aaargh! Oh God! Please Caroline!"

"Please squeeze you harder? OK!"

"Aaaaargh! Aaargh! No! Please no!"

She relaxed her grip.

"What's the matter, love? I thought you'd enjoy having your balls tortured properly?"

"I...ohhh...no I...I mean..."

"What, love?" She took hold of his cock again and began stroking it.

"Ohhh!...ohh...please..." He panted.

"Are you ready to cum, now?" she purred.

"I...oh...please..." he begged. Every delicious stroke was taking him nearer.

She wanted to make him cum. Wanted to feel her ultimate power over him. But on the other hand, she found she was actually enjoying tormenting him, teasing him, hurting him. She could tell he was about to cum. Nearer. Nearer.

So she let go. He groaned in sexual overload and desperate frustration.

"What's the matter, love? Hmmm? Don't you like me being...cruel...to you? After all your nagging? After all?"

"I...ohh...please..."

"Please what, love?"

She gently cupped his balls in her hand again.

"Hmmm?" She gave them a gentle squeeze. Enjoyed feeling them compress in her grip.

"Aaaargh! No! Please don't, Caroline! Babe!"

"But you said you enjoyed it, love! Always going on about it! Begging me to tie you up and hurt you! Hurt your balls." She squeezed hard, kneaded his balls together.

He screamed. She relaxed her hold a little.

"So what's the matter, love? Hmmm? I thought you'd be able to take this? I think I could squeeze even harder...!"

"Oh god no please Caroline! Please!" He begged desperately.

She squeezed as hard as she could.

All those hours of tennis had given her a very strong grip.

He squealed and begged but she was relentless.

She wasn't sure what she'd done to their relationship but she found she was enjoying this. Hurting him.

"You sure? You've had enough?"

His cries were frantic and incoherent as she mangled his balls. Becky was right. She was enjoying this!

Eventually she stopped.

"Sorry about that! Got a bit carried away! Phew! Are you OK?"

Her hand went to his cock again.

"Oh God! I'm sorry for...for...nagging you about being...cruel to me," he gasped

"You do go on about it a lot, don't you love?"

"I know! I'm sorry. But...phew! This was amazing but..."

"But?"

"But you seemed to be really getting into it! You were scary!"

"Was I?" She smiled.

"You really fucking hurt me!"

"Did I? I know! Sorry, love! But I...I actually enjoyed it. Didn't you?"

"Oh god, yes! It was...amazing! Thank you! But I'm still...you know..."

He nodded down to his erection. A glistening string of pre-cum was dribbling down onto his stomach

"Ah! I see what you mean! We'll have to do something about that, then, won't we?"

"Oh yes please Babe!"

"OK then!"

She couldn't believe she was going to do this.

She punched him full force in the balls.

Becky

Becky almost spit her coffee out.

"You did what?" she spluttered, grinning.

"I...you know...punched him...you know... in the balls!"

"Oh wow! I bet that was a shock!"

"Absolutely! Well, it was a sort of shock to me anyway...I mean...I hadn't been planning to do that or anything...I mean...he was just so...so smug. You know?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Wow!"

"And then I...erm..."

"What?" Becky was entranced.

"Well...I punched his balls a few more times. Gave them a bit of a hammering, really!" She said almost sheepishly. They caught each other's eyes and couldn't help themselves. They burst out laughing.

Becky took a tissue to her eyes, carefully dabbed them.

"You're just...you...I don't know what to say!"

They laughed again.

"Did you...enjoy it? You know? Going a bit...over the top? Surprising him?"

"Giving him more than he expected?"

"Well...yeah?"

"Well...I suppose so!"

"You sadistic bitch!" She grinned.

"No...I mean..."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Aha!"

"No, I mean...OK yes I enjoyed...hurting him...but..."

"But what?"

"But that's not the main thing."

"No?"

"No!"

"Let me guess - he's not asked you for anything kinky since?"

"Exactly! You were right! I mean, it took him a few days to get over it, and that was a bit awkward. But he's...trying harder now. He's more...respectful."

"That's fantastic! So improvements all round?"

"Oh yeah! We had a talk about it. It's like, now he knows what I can do to him... he doesn't feel so pressured to try it out."

"So now he's happy with...just nice sex? Forgotten about the kinky stuff?"

"Well, looks like it for now anyway!"

Becky took a sip of her coffee. It was getting cold.

"And you?"

Caroline smiled. Played with her cup.

"Well...I guess I've got to...call his bluff at some point haven't I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, see how he...you know...responds if I...suggest tying him up again? If I take the initiative next time."

Becky looked a bit shocked.