During our previous "making-up" dirty little rendezvous: It had become apparent to me that my Ex had given up resisting my mind domination over him? And what made it even more exquisitely erotic for me... is that from our several years of intimate marriage, I know how much he deplores the fact that I continue owning such real power over who he is as a man?
When I slapped his face in the toilet... it hurt him deeply inside his soul, hanging his head shamefully kneeling naked below me on the public toilet floor he stopped wanking. Staring down at my feet utterly defeated - it made me wet.
Rob would never bully me again. Our budding new relationship was very different, with an entirely new power dynamic between us. If he really desired to continue licking my lovely ass he would have to submit himself entirely to me.
My mind was in delicious turmoil: All I could think about was Rob offering himself so basely to me through the past several weeks... Letting me kick his balls and wanking himself-off on the floor of a public toilet while affectionately tongue-begging my asshole?? It was patently apparent my Ex husband had resigned himself into his new role of serving me properly as my permanent slave.
Rob knew. Sadly for him, he also knew what really turned me on... but came begging back to me anyway?? I felt worried about Jen. We'd been living together as a couple for several months and had been friends for years. Through the end of my dying marriage she'd been my bastion of support, tears on her shoulder, telling her what an arsehole Rob had been to me? If I told Jen I had him licking my ass - she'd go absolutely bananas.
The following week on Tuesday afternoon I didn't go back to the mall. Late that afternoon I had a shower to clear my head. I thought about Rob in the shopping mall with his metal rings tightly around his balls sitting alone waiting for me for several hours. In the shower, I came thinking about him wanking himself-off onto the floor of the toilet wishing he could lick my ass again?
He somehow got my new phone number and began texting messages to me saying how much he desperately missed me etc. On the morning of the following Tuesday I teasingly messaged him )*( from work. He sent several grovelling messages and tried to call me.
In the mall I saw him waiting near the unisex toilet looking lost. Inside he urgently removed all his clothes and kneeled naked on the floor submissively in front of me? I was wearing the "nice" dress he'd made me wear to the party, and some beautiful new heels I'd purchased online with pointy metal studs on top. I told Rob to kiss them. He hesitated for a moment - suddenly aware what was coming...
Kissing my studded shoes he began frantically rubbing himself hard. My girly dress had a pink vinyl belt which I slipped off and looped around his neck. I'd been thinking about this all week and felt totally in control. Rob stopped kissing my shoes but kept rubbing his cock. I lifted his head with the pink belt and slapped his face several times until he stopped wanking himself?
I think we both enjoyed it deeply... but I was desperately worried he might cum which would perhaps be the end of the game? I really wanted to kick his balls with my expensive new shoes.
His throbbing cock was pulsing but thankfully didn't cum. His face was red from being slapped, I loosened the belt around his neck and told him to take his rings off his balls because I wanted to kick them properly without rupturing them. My pathetic Ex husband looked up at me? I told him "if I rupture your balls here we'll have to call an Ambulance, Police will come and it won't be pretty. Take those rings off and you can put them back on when your balls have healed in a few days.
Kneeling on the floor of the toilet Rob squeezed his balls out of the stainless steel rings one by one, which was always quite painful for him, I yanked his pink choker and told him to hurry up. Once his balls were free I got him to lean over the open toilet bowl placing his hands on the seat. Letting go his leash, I invited him to spread his legs wide open and present his balls properly to me.
After 4 years of wearing my metal rings it seemed his scrotum had stretched quite delightfully! His testicles were dangling deliciously low in their little sack, and I asked if he now felt sorry for treating me so badly while we were married? I saw him nod, looking down into the toilet bowl...
Reaching between his legs from behind, grabbling his worthless little testes in my hand I squeezed them, and asked if he wanted his balls kicked?
Rob nodded. I squeezed harder: "Beg me."
