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Kate pulled her keys out of her purse, relieved to be home after a long day at the office. As she unlocked the front door she smiled, thinking of how many times she had lapsed into random sexual fantasies during many of the more boring meetings she had been in that day. It was certainly more enjoyable than listening to other vice-presidents who lectured on and on just to hear themselves speak. Now that she was home, nothing would satisfy her more than living out some of those fantasies by dominating her boyfriend for the evening. After having been an unwilling submissive to the business world all day she was in the mood to deal out some pleasure and pain, and licked her lips with anticipation as she stepped inside.

Dan saw her as she stepped inside and came in from the next room to greet her. He couldn't help but notice her professional but sexy business outfit: a sheer blouse that accentuated her breasts, a short skirt, high heels, and black stockings that drew his attention to her beautiful legs. They kissed. Kate started to ask him how his day had been but looked over his shoulder to see the kitchen overflowing with the dishes he had promised to wash.

Her knee rammed his balls before he could even think to react. Paul was taken completely by surprise and doubled over slightly from the sudden pain. "Yeah!" she yelled playfully, "That felt great!"

"Great?" he gasped in surprise, his balls aching. He was too stunned to do anything for a few seconds.

She moved fast, pulling his T-shirt off over his head and locking his wrists behind his back with a pair of concealed handcuffs. He was still too stunned and surprised to resist.

She stepped over to the toy bag she had left behind the sofa for just this occasion and grabbed something that he couldn't see. As he began to recover from the blow to his balls he strained against the handcuffs. But it was no use. She had locked them on securely.

"Hey! Just what do you think you're doing?" he protested.

She walked back over to him and gave him a playful shove. Before he could protest again, she slipped her hand down the front of his jeans. She touched his penis (which was beginning to get hard) and he relaxed a little. Her fingers teased downward, and he felt her fingers curl firmly around his balls. She was holding him in a very aggressive way, but it felt good.

Holding him like this excited her, and she felt a slight tingling between her legs as she tightened her grip. Suddenly his balls were in pain, but with his hands cuffed behind my back he could do nothing to resist her.

"Mmmmm..." she purred, squeezing harder, "Do you know how good your balls feel to me right now?" It was slightly odd, she thought, to be looking up into the eyes of a man much larger and stronger than she, but to have such control over him just by having a good grip on his balls. She loved his balls. They were big and beautiful and yet so vulnerable to her. She smiled, seeing the look of apprehension on his face. He tried to hold out at first, but she increased the pressure of her grip until he sank to his knees in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

She came down to the floor with him, and with both of them on their knees, she unzipped his jeans. "I've got something for you" she said, showing him her favorite ball-torture toy in her other hand. It was a rounded metal ring, shaped like a doughnut, that could be split into halves. These C-shaped halves could be fastened together by recessed allen-head screws. The two halves were designed to be placed individually around the scrotum, one on either side, just above the testicles. They could then be locked together with the screws, forming a solid ring. The inside diameter of the ring was too small for Dan's balls to pass through, but large enough for him to wear comfortably, even for long periods. The ring even had two attachments for eyebolts that she often liked to attach chains to.

She held his balls tightly to make sure that he didn't pull away, and locked the doughnut-shaped ring around them. She savored every moment of capturing him, and the feeling of control turned her on. She tightened the screws (which were recessed so that they could be removed only with the special screwdriver and not by Dan's fingers) and he felt the snug pressure of the ring just above his balls. It was not uncomfortable, but it was plenty tight enough to old his balls firmly in place - just how she liked them. She then locked a chain onto the ball-ring like a leash, and just for emphasis gave it a hard pull. Oof! He really felt it. "I think that this," she whispered in his ear, kissing him, "will work quite nicely. Your balls look so good in bondage..." She paused for a moment to look him over, and began to feel intensely aroused. He knew he was in for a beating, but awaited it with as much excitement as fear.

She pushed him back onto the couch, so he was sitting on the edge and leaning back. With the chain to his balls in one hand, she pulled off his jeans with the other. His hands were cuffed behind him and his balls were locked securely in the steel ring. He was powerless to resist her.

She locked the leather cuffs on his outstretched ankles. As he reclined on the couch he suddenly realized that he was completely naked except for his bonds. She still had all of her clothes on. He was stunned by how fast she had been able to strip and tie him up. He had a mind to break loose, and pulled a bit on his bonds only to realize that he could not get free. Only now did he realize the full extent of her control over him. He felt extremely vulnerable, and knew that he was her captive.

Seeing him struggle, she disciplined him by yanking so hard on the ball-chain that he was left gasping for breath. By the balls, he was pulled forward off the sofa and onto his knees. Naked, bound in

leather and chains, and his balls aching with pain, Dan was beginning to feel genuine fear. Kate had never been so rough before. She stood above him in victory, smiling and holding the chain to his testicles like a leash. She did it with love, of course, but she wanted to control him in a very sexual way - to take female control of his proud male organs, to beat his balls and control him by the pain.

She brought him up to his feet. She bent down and, teasingly, began to alternate between taking his hard penis into her mouth and pulling the chain to his balls. He was becoming extremely aroused from the wonderful feel of her warm, wet mouth, but she would never let it go on for more than a few moments before punctuating the sensation with a hard yank on the testicle-chain. She loved to alternate between giving pleasure and pain - to control his every sensation.

"Come now," she commanded, and led him to the bedroom by the leash. She then locked his wrists over his head, connecting them to something above the door. She then paused to admire her male slave, touching him all over and purring to herself. "Nice buns" she said, walking behind him, caressing them. Chained up as he was, he had no choice but to stand there and take it. Again it aroused her to look at her big masculine lover, utterly under her feminine control despite the power of his muscular male body. Walking in front again she continued to touch as she pleased. "Nice balls" she said with a wink, pulling on the chain and enjoying his reaction. "And nice lips" she says, kissing him gently on the mouth. "I think they'd look great with a gag." As he tried to protest she popped a ball-gag in his mouth and secured the strap quite firmly behind his head.

"Do you have any idea what listening to speeches by boring vice-presidents all day makes me want to come home and do to you?" she asked. He couldn't speak with the gag in his mouth, but he felt her answer - her little fists pummeling his balls. "I have wanted to do this all day!" she shouted with glee. The repeated hits on his balls increased the pain steadily but at the same time it excited him. The donut ring held his balls snugly in place so they were especially vulnerable, and each of her blows was a direct hit. "I'm tired of men walking around thinking they're so tough!" she laughed, her fist pressing firmly into Dan's testicles. She continued to pummel him and his balls were now on fire with pain.

She was really enjoying herself. She loved the way his balls felt in the moments of contact. They were large and firm and yet so

vulnerable to her. "Your body is my property" she stated as her tightened little fist struck his testicles again. Wham. He groaned into his gag as the jolt of pain shot through his lower body. "And I can do whatever I like with you." Wham. His agony increased. "If I want you to feel pleasure then you will feel pleasure. But right now I want your balls to ache with pain, because that is a your proper place and I like it that way!" Wham. Involuntarily, he doubled over from the pain but only as far as his chained-up arms would allow.

As he looked down he could see each time as her fists pressed hard into his bound testicles. She continued to strike them, rhythmically, powerfully. Her small feminine fists were more than a match for his manly balls. "I hope you're learning a valuable lesson in female superiority here," she said with a smile, and struck him again, especially hard.

His loud moans were stifled by the tight gag she had placed in his mouth, and his knees felt wobbly. His balls ached so powerfully that he wanted nothing more than to collapse to his knees, but because of his hands chained above him he was forced to stand and accept her blows.

Then she stopped, and gently kissed his cheek. "Are your balls hurting yet?" she asked, knowing the answer. He nodded yes as he tried to mumble an answer through the gag. "I notice" she said, "that your penis is still hard. Do you like it when I play rough with you?"

He tried not to react, but she could tell how aroused he was. He couldn't hide his erection, especially chained up naked and on display as he was. "I don't think you know just how much I like to hit your balls" she said coyly, "and when I see that it excites you I only want to do it more!" His eyes grew wide in a mixture of fear and excitement.

She stroked his penis gently, feeling it up and down along its length, enjoying its smoothness. She had complete control over him and she knew it. It was pleasing to Kate to touch her man like this: wherever, however, and whenever she liked. He, as her sexual plaything, had no choice in the matter. She lustily grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them hard, bringing her face very close to his. He grunted from the rejuvenated pain but was muffled by the gag. She smiled broadly, enjoying holding him, and showing no sign of wanting to let go. "I love to hold your balls nice and tight" she whispered in his ear. She meant it.