Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability.
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My new Goddess and I had been getting along nicely, but for some reason lately, I think things between us are starting to wear thin. Perhaps this dom-sub relationship was only temporary. Today I asked her for a session. When she pulled out a wand, my concerns were confirmed. "What is that?" I said.
"Oh, you've never seen this before?" She said. She pointed it at me and poked me in the ribs.
"Ow! What the fuck?!" I nearly jumped as the shock was delivered.
"Hey, don't talk to me like that. It's a wand. Be happy I didn't use it on your balls." She put the wand down.
"Fuck, no kidding."
She looked at me. "So, what kind of session are you looking for today?"
"I don't know. I was hoping to experience something a little rough, but not painful."
My Goddess stood there for a bit. She rubbed her chin, and pondered. "Okay, I got it. Strip."
Happy to do so, I got naked in her room. Her doorway was open, but no one was home. It was just us. Once my clothes were off, my Goddess put them in the corner. She went through her drawers and handed me a straw skirt; it looked a little like a hula skirt. "Put this on?"
"Yep. I'll get some rope," she said. I put the skirt on and then waited for her. She came up to me with some thin rope, maybe as thick as my finger in circumference. She started to tie the rope around my dick, and then my balls. Once the knots were done, she gave the rope a slight tug. "How's that?" She pulled on it again.
"Honestly? It's not really doing anything for me," I said. She sighed with aggravation. "Sorry, cock/ball torture was never my thing." She hurriedly untied the rope.
"Fine, let's try some of your ideas while we figure something out," my Goddess said.
"Like what?"
"Wellβwait." She went through her dresser again, and then handed me a bra. "Put it on."