Chapter 1. Not So Mr. Tough Guy
The machismo in men has always been a fascination of mine. They tend to try to portray their toughness and roughness to us women, but when it really comes down to it, they are just overgrown babies when it comes to pain.
Take my husband, Roy, for instance. When I was in the hospital in labor with our only son, I wanted a natural childbirth, no meds, nothing. Roy was in the room with me, the minute he saw the blood coming from my vagina when our son was being born, PLOP! Right onto the floor. I was the one in pain, yet he was the one who passed out! And he was supposed to be my labor coach!
Of course, I teased him about it for years to come after that. One night, we were watching a television show and we got into the discussion of the difference between men and women and their pain endurance. Roy went on and on about how men are built to take pain, go to war, defend their families and country… yada, yada, yada.
To call him on his bluff, I brought up an idea. “Why don’t we test that pain theory that you keep insisting and persisting upon?” I said to him.
“Okay, you have yourself a deal. I bet I can take anything you give me. And when I do, you will never bring up the labor room incident again in front of me or anyone else, agreed?” He said with a smug smile.
“You have yourself a deal!” I said grinning.
We made a date a week from that night. I wanted to do some research and I found the perfect way to win this bet. I was going to give my husband, a good dose of torturing his cock and balls. That should wake his ass up to reality and what men can’t take. I will reduce him to a crying little ball of man flesh.
I went online and ordered some devices, including a pair of six inch stiletto boots. I wanted to get into the role of being the pain administrator that night. So, I bought a leather dress to go with my leather boots. He isn’t going to know what hit him! Literally! So, date night had arrived. It was a cool, crisp Saturday night. Around 7:00 p.m. I went to get ready. Hair, make-up, outfit, boots, devices in order and black silk ropes tied to each bedpost waiting for him. When 8:00 p.m. came around, date time, my husband swaggered upstairs to our bedroom.
“Honey, Romeo is here for some fun!” He sang out standing in the bedroom door.
My mother had taken our son for the weekend, so we were all alone in the house. I was in our walk-in closet when he had entered our bedroom. I walked out in my outfit.
“Holy shit!” Roy shouted out. “You look fucking hot!” His cock immediately got hard. “Where did you get all of this stuff?” He asked.
I stuck to my role. “Never mind that. Get undressed.” I ordered him.
Roy began to strip naked. Once he was completely nude, I told him to lie on the bed on his back. He did what I had told him to do. I then took the silk rope ties and tied each of his wrists to the bedposts by the headboard and then his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
Once he was completely secured, I went up to his head and leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You are going to experience what real pain is tonight.”
“Bring it on bitch!” He said in his cocky voice.
“Oh I plan on it.” I whispered back in his ear. My husband was going to be in for one hell of an eye opening experience, I thought to myself. He has no idea of what I have in store for him. I will be giving him an education in pain.
“Ohhh… you’re tying me up.” Roy said as I finished. “I can take whatever you give me, my sweet Rebecca.” I remained silent. Keep talking cocky boy, I thought to myself. Keep talking. We shall see who gets the last say tonight.
I decided that week that my husband needed to be taught a lesson. I was tired of him mouthing off of how women are inferior when it comes to pain threshold and how much more macho men are built.
Tonight was going to be about me humiliating him to the point where he will never speak of his thoughts about men and woman’s differences again in a negative light.
I grabbed the ball gag out of the dresser drawer. One of the many things I found on the website I bought my things from. I went to place the blue ball gag, with the black straps behind his head, in his mouth. Blue ball. How appropriate, I thought. Because that is exactly what is going to happen by the time I am done with him. His balls will be black and blue.
Roy clenched his teeth so I couldn’t get the ball in his mouth. I reached down and wrapped one hand around his nut sack and squeezed. He opened his mouth wide and said, “Ahhhh!”
“Good boy.” I said and pushed the blue ball into his mouth and fastened the straps behind his head.
There. Now everything was in place. Did he really think those squishy balls of his and his “man muscle” as he likes to call it, really had a chance against me? The thought actually made me smile and laugh wickedly. Roy looked at me with fear in his eyes for the first time that night. “Not so cocky now are we?” I laughed out loud.
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