Molly and I had been dating for a more than a month before we had sex for the first time. It was a conventional sex, and I came while fucking her pussy. She seemed to enjoy herself, but she did not have an orgasm, despite my best effort to get her off, including going down on her after we had fucked, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I wrote it off as nervousness, but by the dozenth time we’d fucked and she still had not had an orgasm, I began to feel like an inadequate sex partner.
I took to the Internet to explore ways of satisfying Molly and stumbled upon the concept of “situational anorgasmia.” One evening after dinner, I brought the subject up with her, by simply asking if I “satisfied her in bed.” She nodded unconvincingly in the affirmative. I followed up with the elephant in the room, “Why don’t you have orgasms?” She was surprisingly candid and explained that conventional sex did not get her off. “I have always had unusual kinks.” Not knowing exactly what I was getting myself into, I volunteered, “I am willing to experiment.” Our verbal conversation ended with a non-verbal agreement that we would try some new things in the bedroom.
It would be a few days before we had sex. As we started, I suggested Molly “be in charge” and show mw what she liked. Stripping, we got into bed. Molly motioned for me to lay down on my back and she straddled my face in a 69 position. I expected her to start sucking my cock, but she just rubbed her pussy on my face, sliding back and forth. My nose slid from her cunt to her asshole. I was shocked when she grabbed my junk and started squeezing my balls. I squealed as she hurt me. As she crushed my ball she started getting wet. It was as if she was pumping out her precum by smashing my manhood.
Molly obviously got off hurting me. While continuing to pinch my ball sack, she leaned down and put my simi-erect cock in her mouth. Expecting her to begin performing fellatio, I was shocked when she bit me. My screaming was muffled by her quivering cunt as she experienced her first orgasm in my presence. She let go of her pent-up energy as she punished my cock and balls as she simultaneously punished my face while slamming her genitalia into my face.
Her orgasm was minutes-long and ended when she began urinating. Instead of dismounting me, she instead scooted down and pressed her urethra to my lips, forcing them apart as she peed in my mouth. Squeezing my balls harder than ever, I choked as her salty urine filled my mouth. It was the first time I had experienced cock-and-ball torture and my first golden shower. It was the first time I had tasted urine. Molly rolled off me and collapsed on her back, sated by the sex. She had experienced a massive orgasm and I had never even gotten hard. She slept beside me as I looked at the bite marks on my penis and the black-and-blue bruises that had begun developing.
We did not discuss the session for the next twenty-four hours. In fact, I was surprisingly embarrassed that I had been used as an object for her twisted pleasure. I felt like my manhood was being challenged. When we went to bed, I was in no mood for sex. In fact, my bruised balls and tender penis would have made fucking a agonizing ordeal. I was surprised therefore when Molly stripped before getting in bed. She normally slept wearing a nighty, and only came to bed nude when we were going to have sex. Reaching across the bed, she rubbed my cock and kneaded by balls. At any other time, I would have enjoyed the attention, but her touch was painful. She smiled at me as I grimaced. I tried to roll over to protect myself, but Molly took a firm hold of my junk. Using my balls as a leash, she dragged me the edge of the bed. A relatively petite woman, Molly led me like a small puppy.
With one finally tug on my balls, Molly pulled me off the bed and onto my knees at her feet. I was shocked how easily she forced me into a submissive position. Looking up at her from a seated position at the foot of the bed. Molly was smiling as she turned her ass to my face and spread her cheeks. I had never performed analingus and found the thought of licking her dirty hole revolting. My back to the bed, I had no place to go as she stepped back and pinned my head against the edge of the bed. She rubbed her anus on my face like a dog scooting its butt on the floor to clean itself. Molly positioned her anus against my closed mouth, I refused to lick until she ground the heel of her foot into my ball sack.
I screamed silently, smothered by Molly’s ass. She continued crushing my nuts until I started licking her. Sticking my tongue out she ground her ass into my face until my tongue penetrated her filthy asshole. I gagged as Molly fucked my tongue. I couldn’t see, but sensed she was masturbating as she sat on my face. Despite submitting to her depravity, she continued to hurt me as she pleasured herself. After several minutes, Molly’s legs started to shake. She was experiencing the second orgasm since our relationship began. She seemed to forget she was sitting on my face and I began to smother. I tried to extract myself from beneath her ass, but she was practically standing on my balls.
After a couple of minutes, Molly released me and crawled into bed, leaving me on the floor. She didn’t even invite me to come back to bed and instead rolled over to go to sleep. I remained on the floor, shaken by what had just happened. My world had been turned upside-down. Two days in a row I had allowed a stranger to use me to for her debauched sexual pleasure. I sat on the floor in the dark and contemplated my evolving relationship. After some time, I collected myself and went to the kitchen to make an ice pack for my punished balls. More than an hour passed before the pain subsided enough to return to bed.
I slept fitfully the remainder of the night. Molly seemed to sleep soundly, but my mind raced, punctuated by the aching. I rose early to shower. Turning the lights on in the bathroom, I gently held my bruised sack, which had turned black and blue overnight. I adjusted the temperature of the water and stepped into the shower. Stepping into the shower, I leaned against the wall and allowed the water to sooth my battered body. I had just started to relax when I felt hands around my waist. I jumped in surprise. Molly was standing behind me. She reached around and cupped my battered balls and said, “Would you shave this for me?” I wanted to ask why. She had never complained about my pubic hair. Sensing confusion, she followed up, “I want a better view of your penis and testicles.” Molly used to refer to my manhood as a cock and balls.
Molly rinsed off and left the shower first. After wrapping a towel around her body, she opened the shower door again and handed me a safety razor with a smile. Closing the door, I could she her outline in the frosted glass. She was waiting for me to comply with her wishes. As I began to obey, she followed up, “Your asshole too, Dear.” She waited until I finished, then opened the door again as if to inspect me. She stared at my bald groin and continued to smile. Motioning for me to turn around, I felt her grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I felt like a piece of meat as she ran her finger up my smooth perineum and across my anus. After the examination, she left the bathroom. By the time I exited the bathroom, Molly had dressed and gotten on with her day. I only saw her briefly before she left the house to run errands. A few minutes later I left for work.
Returning home from work about 5:30, Molly heard me open the door and called from somewhere in the back of the house, “Take your clothes off.” It seemed like a strange request, but I complied, removing my clothes and neatly folding and placing them on a chair in the entryway. I followed Molly’s voice to the bedroom. She was standing in a robe next to the bed. The bed had foreign objects in it, apparently sex toys, but I had never seen them before. “Lay down on your back, please.” I submitted to her request and before I realized what was happening, Molly was fastening leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. We were engaging in full-blown BDSM.
Once constrained, Molly removed her robe and stood naked before me for a moment before she straddled my face. As I struggled to breath, I felt Molly examine my naked cock and balls. She was inspecting her handiwork. I snorted and gasped for breath as Molly ground her cunt and asshole on my face before leaning forward again to grasp my manhood. For the first time since she sat on my face, she lifted herself from my face to grab something from the nightstand. She straddled my chest while working on my genitals. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but it was obvious she was putting a metal chastity device on me. There was no going back to our vanilla relationship, one in which I enjoyed orgasms.
Molly dismounted me, left me bound, and exited the room. She returned some minutes later with a glass of white wine. Pulling a chair closer to the bed, Molly say down for what was obviously going to be a heart-to-heart, She began, “Honey, you have awaken something in me I thought I had lost. It has been a long time since I enjoyed sex as much as I have the past couple of days. Thank you for giving me more of what I craved.” I was speechless. She was thanking me for being her punching bag, a sex doll on which she could act out her sadism. She continued, “We’re going to try a few new things.” Her words made no mention of the “new things” we’d already done. Fuck … my bruised stuff was locked in a metal cage and my arms and legs were bound to the bed.
Molly stood up, still naked, and began putting on a leather harness. I did not realize what its purpose was until she reached for a large rubber dildo and attached it to the front of the harness. It was a strap-on. She was going to fuck me. Nothing had ever previously penetrated my ass. Molly was acting like this was normal. Just another Friday night in the bedroom. Releasing the cuffs that bound my ankles one at a time, she attached was of the ankle cuffs in turn to my wrist cuffs, forcing my legs apart. I felt my anus being probed by Molly’s greased finger. Soon, the finger was replaced with two and then three fingers. The stretching of my anus was agonizing. Molly smiled. After a few minutes, I felt the rubber dick pressing against my asshole. Molly’s fingers did an inadequate job of preparing me for what came next.
The glands of the realistic cock pressed bast the barrier, Molly leaned forward and thrusted her hips forward to force her cock in me. It was huge and the pain was excruciating. I screamed as Molly forced her cock in me to the hilt before pulling it back out most of the way. Again and again she forced her cock in me and pulled it out again, fucking me like a whore. Before long she was pounding me furiously. My ass became numb as Molly abused it for perhaps fifteen minutes. I could see a sense of excitement on Molly’s face. She was getting off fucking me. The louder I protested, the faster she pegged me and the more sexual excitement she exhibited. Suddenly, she stopped, withdrew her cock, and I felt her finger trace the circumference of my gapping asshole. I cried.
Molly released my ankle cuffs. Standing, she unbuckled the strap-on and left it fall to the floor before returning to bed and sitting on my face. I started licking her pussy and asshole without hesitation. Molly leaned forward and tugged on my cock cage as I serviced her. As she started to get off, she twisted the cock cage as if it where a throttle to govern her orgasm. I tasted her cum as Molly experienced the third orgasm of our relationship. Satisfied, Molly unbuckled my wrist cuffs before heading for the bathroom to shower.
I laid in bed, humiliated by the experience of being fucked by a woman while reflecting on my aching asshole. I hardly noticed the cock cage. Molly finished getting cleaned up and dressed in front of me before heading for the kitchen. I went to the bathroom to clean the lube out of my ass and wash Molly’s pussy and ass off my face. I felt my swollen anus with a finger and discovered blood. I looked down at my bald blue balls and the cage that sequestered my penis, not recognizing my own genitals.
Finishing my shower, I returned to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me with the intend of getting dressed. Molly was in the bedroom waiting for me, sitting on the edge of the bed with a glass of wine. She tugged at the towel as I walked by, exposing me. “I prefer you not to wear anything.” I stood in front of her naked as she reached out to grab the cock cage. “This fits you well, Honey.” I had become her bitch.