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I need help.

You know how it is.

You get a bee in your bonnet about something, and it just sits there in your mind and demands your attention to the detriment of anything else you are supposed to be doing. It's worse than an earworm, because, at least with an earworm you can hum or sing along and still get stuff done.

I am writing a story for Literotica, and I have just introduced a new character. Let's call her Rebecca, and she works for Rachael.

Bec is in her mid-thirties, fit and attractive, and recently separated from her husband. Actually, she threw him out. Bec has an MBA from the University of Canberra and a Bachelor of Arts in classics and languages from the Australian National University. She is Rachael's practice manager. Rachael, also in her mid-thirties, has recently been admitted to the Bar in the ACT and New South Wales. Rach inherited her father's successful law practice when he died suddenly two years ago.

Rebecca and Rachael not only work together, but they are also gym buddies and the closest of best friends

Anyway, Rachael has recently done a lot of contract work for a successful businessman, Adam.

Now, Adam has himself had a remarkable few months. His ex-wife Sarah turned up on his doorstep pleading with him to take her back, saying she would do anything if he did. When he asked her what she meant, she told him she wanted to be his full-time sex slave.

Adam decided to put her to the test and wrote an agreement to the effect that he could do whatever he wanted with her, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. She agreed to sign it. Initially dubious, he knew then she was serious. He agreed to take her back, I mean who wouldn't. I know if my ex turned up asking for what Sarah did, I'd take her back in a flash.

Then he had her strip, lay herself out on his coffee table so he could shave her underarms and bush then he proceeded to photograph her from every conceivable angle, bound her, gagged her, smacked her with a wooden rule, fucked her face, pussy and arse then took her home and left her tied to her own bed for the night, while he made some arrangements for the next morning to set things in motion.

Surprisingly, when he rang the Adult Shop in Fyshwick that night and explained that wanted to buy a complete set of leather gear and toys for his new slave, Mel, the owner suggested he come out the next morning for an exclusive session before she opened for the day.

Mel couldn't have been more helpful and after Adam bought hundreds of dollars worth of cuffs, collars, gags, blindfolds, clamps, stockings, suspenders, and other paraphernalia, she directed him to Mike's Leatherworks in Fyshwick to get real whips and things rather than the beginner's toys that she sold. As they were finishing up, she offered to deliver some other items he wanted her to chase up and she offered to help him train Sarah as well.

Adam took her advice. He drove Sarah over to Mike's Leatherworks where Mike, himself, demonstrated a range of whips, crops, paddles, tawses, canes, and other implements on Sarah who was strung up to a whipping frame in the middle of the workshop.

Adam bought one of each item that Mike had shown him and then at Mike's request, gave the whip maker the use of Sarah's mouth to ease the tension he had obviously built up if his raging hard-on was anything to go by, during the demonstration.

While Mike was dipping into Sarah's mouth, his wife showed a fully clothed man and naked woman, who was crawling on her hands and knees, into the workshop to collect a new pony outfit for the woman.

To Adam and Sarah's surprise, the newcomers were Lynn, a former work colleague of Sarah's, and her husband, Bob.

Once they had all realised who everyone was, Bob said he was impressed by the way Sarah was blowing Mike, because when she and Lynn worked together, Sarah always came across as a bit of a cold fish.

Adam assured him she had changed and to prove it he offered Bob the use of her mouth after Mike was finished with it.

Bob accepted and took great pleasure in plumbing Sarah's mouth. In return, he told Adam, that he should avail himself of Lynn's mouth. He did, I mean, who wouldn't. I sure would have.

Once Bob had shot his load down Sarah's throat to join Mike's, Adam settled the bill for the whips and things with Mike and followed Bob and Lynn into the next room, where Mike was going to fit Lynn with her new pony outfit.

Adam was clearly impressed with the outfit and the little show Bob put on where he had Lynn prancing around the indoor arena like a show pony.

What really piqued his interest though, was seeing Bob load Lynn into a very flash horse float. As he strapped Lynn's ankles, wrists, waist, and nipples to tie-down points in the float, Bob explained that they had got rid of the horses at their farm and now he used Lynn to pull racing carts and perform other acts for a paying audience in a monthly show. Bob explained that he had also changed the name of the farm to reflect what they do. It was now called PonyLynn Farm.

Adam said he'd love to see the farm, so Bob invited him and Sarah to visit the farm the next weekend.

Over the next few days, Mel became a regular visitor at Adam and Sarah's place and Adam suggested she move in with them. Mel turned out to be a real boon in the training of Sarah but also turned out to be a real switch, bottoming to Adam, but topping Sarah. Who'd have guessed?

Adam had always wanted Sarah to have her long, fat nipples pierced when they were married, but she had always refused him point-blank. Now though, things had changed and he decided to have, not only her nipples, but her labia, nose, and tongue pierced and not just with delicate rings, but with big, solid stainless steel rings and bars. When Mel saw the piercings, she said she'd like to have her nipples pierced too. Adam obliged her but gave her the same rings that adorned Sarah. It was while they were getting back into the car outside the piercing salon, Sarah and Mel both being naked, apart from suspenders, stockings, and heels, that another couple saw them. Jan and her husband Steve were walking past the carpark but were mesmerised by the naked women and their fresh piercings.

Steve asked Adam if they could get together and talk about the fact that Sarah was naked in public and what that meant.

Adam gave Steve his card and told him to call.

The weekend came round, and Adam, Sarah, and Mel headed off to PonyLynn Farm. On the way, Mel explained that she had been raised as a ponygirl on her father's property, which she explained was part of a small, very exclusive rural community where several families, who believed in the right of men to own women, existed out of sight of the rest of the world. She explained that her father owned her mother, her, and her younger sister and that women and girls were seen as, not only personal property of the men but communal property that any of the men or boys could use at any time for any purpose. She had grown up pulling pony carts and servicing men. She explained that she had her pony outfit in her bedroom in the house she shared with a married couple, Liz and Guy, and she suggested that it might be appropriate for her to wear her outfit to PonyLynn Farm.

Adam agreed and they detoured to collect the outfit, although Adam said it would be much better for her to wear it rather than just collect it.

When she turned up on the doorstep, nude apart from the usual suspenders, stocking and heels, knocking to be let in, it was, to say the least, a bit of a shock for her housemates.

While Mel was getting her outfit, Adam took his equally nude ex in and asked if there was a coffee to be had. Guy couldn't take his eyes off Sarah and when the tent in his pyjama shorts became obvious, Liz sent him into the kitchen to make coffee.

Adam explained to Liz what they were doing and where they were going. Liz paid close attention to everything Adam said and started asking questions about his relationship with both Sarah and Mel.

By the time Mel reappeared in full pony gear, Liz was practically drooling at the thought of having two real-life sex slaves in her house and asked if she could be trained to be like them. Her husband's erection was now so bleeding obvious to anyone who glanced in his direction, it was clear he relished the idea of his wife being a sex slave. Both were so turned on, that much to Guy's delight, before Adam and his two slaves took their leave, Liz was on her knees with Adam's cock tickling her throat. Adam finally agreed to take Liz under his wing and train her to be like Sarah and Mel. He left Liz and Guy some homework to do during the day and said he would call in on them that afternoon when they were on their way back from the farm.

For Adam and Sarah, PonyLynn Farm was like an odyssey through an alien, but very exciting world. Bob and Lynn greeted them and introduced them to Gail, a mother and housewife who had been consigned to the farm by her husband to be trained up like Lynn. The husband had left her behind while he took off for a long holiday in Europe with a couple of stunning women, his secretary and business manager.

The real farm experience began when Sarah and Gail were harnessed up to miniature trotting gigs and driven off on a well-formed cross-country track by Adam and Mel. After a couple of hours of pony work, Sarah found herself on her back by the tack room with Adam pounding her well-lubricated cunt. Then they got the rest of the tour which ended with Sarah being strung up and whipped by Bob for apparently grazing his cock with her teeth when he fucked her mouth at the whip maker's two days before.

Adam was delighted with the day and when he casually asked Lynn, during a break on their tour around the cross-country cart trail, whether Bob might consider selling, he learned to his surprise that, actually, Bob would be very interested in selling. By the time, Adam, Sarah and Mel left for home, Adam had not only successfully negotiated the purchase of the Farm, but also the purchase of Lynn and Gail, to boot. They arranged to meet the lawyer who had dropped Gail off at the farm for training, in the next couple of days to get the conveyancing started. That was how Rachael came into the story. She was a contracting guru, had worked as Gail's husband's corporate lawyer for years and had written the contract making Gail her husband's slave.

When they dropped back into Liz and Guy's place on their way home, it was to find that Guy had revealed a secret stash of cock and ball torture toys and Liz was now firmly in control of his tackle and Liz, after a day of watching maledom porn on the internet, was herself not only ready but very keen to get on the path with Adam.

It was Guy's revelation of his secret stash and his willingness to hand it over for Liz to use on him that began my desire to understand how a bloke could allow a woman to treat his manhood as toys for her pleasure. I wondered what it would be like to let a woman do that.

Anyway, Liz joined Adam's little menagerie and took Guy along as her personal slave.

On the way out to the farm, Adam, Sarah and Mel planned a barbecue gathering so they could meet some other like-minded folk that Mel knew. They decided to invite Jan and Steve, the couple they met in the carpark outside the piercing salon when Sarah and Mel were adorned with their rings and bars. They also invited Liz and Guy.

The barbecue turned out to be a real community affair with several male dom families accepting the invite and close to a dozen female slaves from teenagers to one young grandmother adorning Adam's backyard. Despite Steve's bravado in the car park when he and Jan first met Adam, Sarah and Mel, he turned out to be a right dickhead. He king-hit Adam when Adam kissed his wife. For his trouble, Steve was stripped naked, bound and driven off to a very remote park on the outskirts of Canberra and left to make his own way home, barefoot. He was still there early the next morning when Adam, Jan, Sarah and Mel went to search for him. Jan offered him a ride home on the condition that he become her personal slave and that he give her total control of his wedding tackle. He agreed to the terms and when Jan agreed to join Adam's rapidly growing harem, Steve got to see Adam screw her, not just kiss her. The erection he sported as he watched Adam have his way with her confirmed to everyone, who saw it, that he was a natural cuckold. When the erection remained as hard as ever, if not harder, when Jan began playing with his package, it confirmed that he was also a natural pain slut. It surprised everyone that even when she kneed and then kicked him in the balls his erection remained rock solid.

So, there it was, there were now two men in the group who were quite happy to have their wives bust their balls. I thought now more than ever, that as a writer, I really needed to get inside their heads.

But that wasn't the end of it.

I had Rachael, the contract lawyer, introduce Rebecca to the group by having Bec witness Rachael signing her own slave contract with Adam and then dragging Bec along to a celebratory night with the whole of Adam's now 7-strong harem plus Bob and the two cuck husbands, Bec was totally enthralled by the people, the event and the possibilities. When she watched Steve beat Guy in a no holds barred, nude wrestling match, where cocks and balls were not only fair game for the combatants, but targets, she began to imagine having her ex roll around the floor wrestling Guy or Steve with his family jewels being slapped, grabbed, punched and kicked. The thought excited her. When she saw Guy rewarded for losing by having his balls punched, kneed and kicked by all of the female slaves she resolved to make up with her ex and invite him back into her life on the condition he give her complete control of his package. When she experienced the feeling of her ten kicks smashing into Guy's balls, she knew she would soon be doing the same to Brian, her ex.

So now I had three men in my story having their balls squeezed, stretched, slapped, punched, kneed and kicked, and I had no idea what it was actually like.

And I absolutely have to have some idea if I am to write about it convincingly.

So, I went to the Literotica site, found the personals and subscribed to Adult Friend Finder. I wanted to find a well, educated lady with whom I could discuss and exchange ideas on cock and ball torture. If it turned out that we got on well, we could move on to trying out some of the ideas.

My inbox was flooded with messages that hotpussy, 33, from Chicago or dreamlady, 42, from somewhere I've never heard of in Florida was keen to meet me. Sheesh. Why would I ever want to go to the States where I am as likely to be shot by some gun-toting madman as I would be to find the kind of lady I am looking for.

And in any event, I am not the least bit interested in looking for a professional dominatrix, but rather an intelligent lady who might not have any experience, but who might have seen some of the femdom websites where CBT is a thing and might want to give it a go if she could find a man who would be happy to let her have a go. She might be a soccer mum, respected in the community but protective of her reputation and privacy, but at the same time wanting to venture onto the wilder side of life, but safely.

To prepare myself, I decided to get some gear. I mean, Guy in my story has s stash that he used on himself and so does Brian, Rebecca's ex. So, I thought if I had a stash then if I meet the right lady, we could get straight into it.

In the meantime, though I started with some ideas that I could work on by myself.

I began to experiment with gripping my sack between my cock and balls and stretching my balls away from cock. At first, it felt a bit odd, but I quickly got used to it. Then I started squeezing my balls against each other and crushing them in my hands. I was surprised that the pain was quite bearable. I even found that could squeeze with one hand and stroke my cock with the other. It was all beginning to feel quite exciting as I worked on squeezing harder and harder. Now squeezing my sack is almost routine. As soon as I am out of my clothes I'll reach for my balls. It is even quite comforting to squeeze my scrotum as I go to sleep.

I saw a CBT video online that featured 'The Wheel of Misfortune' where a femdom nurse spun the wheel to determine how she would torture her partner's package. There were some exquisite punishments on the wheel and the one that caught my eye was the 'stretch and squeeze' where she would stretch his sack out as far as she could to separate his nuts while squeezing each of them as hard as she could.

I can do that I thought, so I tried it. It is a very pleasant experience to stretch my sack out like an umbrella so that if I hold it against my belly it almost completely covers my flaccid cock.

Another punishment on the wheel was 'twist and squeeze' where she would grab hold of his sack between his cock and balls and then with her other hand twist his balls around. I found I could twist my balls through almost 360 degrees, so my left ball ends up where it started.

Other wheel outcomes included kicks, knees, and stomps, which obviously, I can't do to myself, but I have learned to slap and punch my balls. It was hard at first because I instinctively pulled my slaps and punches, but I have managed to overcome that.

Then there were punishments that required some tools, like clothes pegs, mallets, hairbrushes, miniature baseball bats, clamps and sounds.

I have acquired some of these, but some are still a bit scary, especially the sounds.

Clothes pegs presented a little challenge. I'd read online that some women had claimed to have put 20 pegs on a sack. So, I headed off to buy some fresh new pegs to see how I would go. It is a bit of a struggle because you really need to stretch your scrotum a long way to get more than just a few pegs on. It would be easier if you could use something to clamp each nut somehow and then secure it to a fixed object so you could step back and stretch your sack. Still, I stretched it a little, put some pegs on, stretched a bit more, and added more pegs. Eventually, I got to 28 pegs total, 20 on my scrotum and 8 on my cock. It felt pretty good to have achieved that. I was so happy with the effect that I left them on for half an hour or so. That was extremely bearable. I wonder if I was to stretch my sack out as far as I can, how many more my lady friend could snap on.

Over the last couple of weeks, then, I have started to really get into the CBT thing and would be ready to have those discussions with the right lady, and clearly to get the full experience I need to have a nice respectable lady slam her fists, knees and feet into my balls. I can imagine how rewarding it would be to have her put her hands on my shoulders and press her lips against mine as she slams her knee into my balls. Then when she has well and truly busted my balls, I would replace the cock cage she took off, lock it and hand her the key until she wants to bust my balls again.

So, if you are an intelligent, well-educated lady that has ever wanted to kick a guy in the balls or wondered what it would be like to kick a guy in the balls, why not register your interest.

I've even designed a form to make it as easy as possible.

I think I am more than ready for it.

Bring it on!