Christa waited for me to get up. I watched her. I could see her excitement. She was enjoying herself. There was no doubt in my mind that Christa was enjoying her role. She was enjoying her power. She was enjoying my pain. And my panic. I had never realized she was this cruel and sadistic. Christa waited. She was not in a hurry. She was like a cat playing with a mouse. I was that mouse. Finally the cat would kill the mouse. And then she would get bored and just forget about that little mouse. She wouldn't give the mouse a thought anymore until, after a while, she would get in that mood again. Then she would find another victim. Christa smiled. She was gorgeous. And she seemed so lovely. She seemed so innocent. Sexy, yes. Even seductive. But anyone who would see her now would think of her as harmless with her lovely outfit and her innocent smile. How could I have been so stupid? She had even warned me.
I was terrified. Why didn't I run? Why let I Christa destroy me? Was it pride? Yes, pride was definitely part of it. Christa had warned me she would tear me apart. She had told me I would leave after two or three times. I would get bored, she had said. Well, bored doesn't seem the right word. But she had said I would stop after two or three times. And that it would end our friendship. She had even begged me not to come that specific day because I wouldn't find my friend. I would just find a very cruel and demanding woman who would tear me apart, she had said. And I had come to her. I had been extremely stupid. Stupid I may be, but moreover I was proud and vain. There was no way in the world I would admit my mistake. There was no way I would admit I had underestimated her or, even worse, that I had overestimated myself. I was too proud, too vain and too stupid to stop her. I'd rather die. Or lose my balls.
Christa waited with her seductive smile. I finally had stood up. I smiled. I tried to look confident and self-assured. "Please..." WHACK!! Christa didn't even let me finish. I was on the ground, crying with pain.
"Oh boy," she said. "You fell. Let me help you. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Even now, I still admired the way she kept playing the role of the nice and friendly lady while she was destroying me. She helped me finding my feet again. She took the cuffs that were hanging at the ceiling and fastened them around my wrists. Then she pulled the ropes and fastened them. The hooks were wide apart and the cuffs were pulled up as far as possible. I had to stretch arms and myself. Christa smiled. "I help you because I don't want you to fall again and hurt yourself, but keep your legs wide apart. Don't make me cuff your ankles too. I still want you to offer yourself and my balls to me." She winked at me. I had to stretch myself even further to give her what she wanted. There was no way I was going to admit I couldn't handle this anymore.
"Ple... pl..." I tried to say the words again. But I couldn't.
"Shush," she said. "Relax, don't say a word. Just smile at me. And keep offering me my balls. Keep your legs wide apart. And smile." Then she kicked me again. And again, and again. She kept talking to me. I couldn't hear the words any more. I just heard her soft, warm and seductive voice. And I saw her beautiful movements. Christa moved back and forth to hit me harder. When she did, her beautiful red hair danced up and down. And so did her breasts. It was like a dance. Every time when she kicked me, I saw her beautiful and strong legs and her panties. It was a great, sensual and hot performance. And I had the best place in the front row.
The pain and my fear were unbearable, her performance hypnotic and seductive. At one point I forgot about keeping my legs apart. I just couldn't take anymore. Christa put a step forwards. She lightly kissed my lips. She put her right leg between my legs. I felt her warm thigh against mine. Then she used her foot to push my legs apart. She kissed my nose and said, "Good boy." She stepped back and kicked me again. I groaned with pain. I knew I wouldn't survive this treatment much longer. "One moment, back in a sec," Christa said. When she returned she brought two buckets. From one she took a wet cloth and wrapped it around my genitals.
"Aargh!" It was bloody hot. Christa removed the cloth and got a plastic bag from the other bucket. The bag was full of water and a lot of ice cubes. She held the cold bag against my cock and balls.
"See, big trick! The hot water makes your blood vessels wider, so the blood can easily flow back and the ice water nicely shrinks your dick." She locked me again. I still don't understand how she could do it that quickly. Putting my balls in place hurt like hell. "Be careful, don't fall." She removed my cuffs. "Please walk a bit for me."
Every man knows it is painful to walk after being kicked in the balls. Well, walking in a Nextsteel chastity belt after being kicked in the balls is nearly impossible, that is, without passing out. The Nextsteel chastity belt is designed to keep a man chaste. Period. The belt has four features to make that happen. First of all, obviously, there is the lock that prevents you from freeing your best friend. Secondly, the tube is so small you dick can hardly grow, or at least makes it quite painful. Thirdly, the tube is pointed down or even backwards. Last but not least, the tube splits the balls, one ball at each side of the tube. This prevents the body from contracting the balls, which usually happens just before ejaculating. You have always to be careful if your genitals are locked in such a belt. A careless move can harm your precious balls.
I tried to walk but the pain was overwhelming. Christa enjoyed the scene. "You still have to go downstairs," she said with a smile in her voice. "But first I have a reward for you. You are a brave man. I love that." I tried to convince myself she said she loved me. "I am proud of you." I tried to hide the tears I felt coming. "Get on your hands and knees and follow me." In spite of the pain and the nausea I enjoyed the view. Watching the gorgeous legs in the shiny pumps under the ultra short skirt was quite exciting. Even after having my balls smashed (I keep thinking of them as mine), I felt my cock react to the beautiful sight of the legs and shoes that had tormented me so brutally.
Christa took me into the bathroom. The floor was hard and cold. "One moment," Christa said and left the bathroom to return quickly with a chair. The chair had a metal frame for legs; the seat and the back were plastic. Christa sat down and crossed her beautiful legs. "Relax. Enjoy," Christa said. "The torment is over. Just enjoy. Enjoy being with me." She stretched her right leg and said, "Please take my shoes off."
I took the shoe from her foot. On impulse I kissed the shoe. "Thank you, beautiful shoe," I said. I am not a shoe or foot fetishist. It was just an attempt to feel a little bit in control of the awkward situation.
"That's nice, " Christa said with a smile in her voice. "Thank the other shoe as well." I did. "Now thank my tired kicking leg," she said while she stretched her right leg. "Take your time. Kiss my foot, and then slowly work your way up. Do it tender and lovingly." It was a strange and exciting feeling, having Christa's beautiful leg in my hands and kissing it. I could hardly believe it. The higher I came the more embarrassed I felt. When I had reached her inner thigh I felt quite humble. I smelled Christa. "Go on," Christa said. I suspected to hear excitement in her voice. I reached her panties. They were extremely wet. I realized, shocked, that never before I had achieved getting a woman this wet, let alone without touching her. Apparently, all I have to do is allowing her to smash my balls. I felt shame. And acceptance. This is my role. This is who I am. I'd better accept it. And enjoy it. Otherwise I will be unhappy my entire life.
"Get my panties off," Christa said. "Don't use your hands." I was scared. Apparently I had to use my mouth and teeth. I didn't want to hurt her or damage her underwear. Christa moved a bit forward on her chair. I couldn't reach the waistband. So I very carefully bit the crotch, terrified to hurt her, and I pulled. As I had feared, I tore the panties. I kept pulling. I had destroyed Christa's beautiful underwear but I could finally bite the waistband and pull the panties, or what was left of it, completely off of her. I returned to Christa's wet flower. Christa was breathless when she said, "That nice wet spot is The Queen. She is The Queen who decides whatever happens to you. So be careful. And courteous. Worship Her. Kiss and lick her and give her the best orgasm she has ever had."
I don't consider myself very experienced or good in oral sex but I was determined not to disappoint Christa. I licked and sucked in a way I had never done before. Christa appeared quite aroused so it didn't take too much time to make her cum. When she did, she produced a lot of fluid. I wondered if she was peeing as well. "Open your mouth, nose and eyes. Take it all," she gasped. The fluid burned in my eyes and I choked. When Christa was done, she sighed. She grabbed hold of my hair and put my head in her lap. She caressed my hair. "Good boy," she said, "brave man. I am proud of you." Again, I couldn't help crying. I couldn't stop. Christa didn't seem to mind. She kept caressing my hair, my shoulders and my back. She spoke sweet words. At least the tears washed all the burning fluids away. I am not sure why I cried. The last few hours - or was it less than an hour, I was not sure - had been an emotional roller coaster. My balls still hurt like hell but somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore. I felt Christa's caressing hands and her affection and her care. I smelled her intimacy. I felt loved, and accepted, and cared for. In spite of the pain I was incredible happy.
To be continued.
