“Perineum is the area of skin rich in nerve endings that is located between the anus and testicles.” Like most men I didn’t know the name much less give the area any thought. But I’ve often suspected that she that I live with has consulted anatomy textbooks, searching the indexes for “Male body, vulnerable areas of .”
When she’d locked my ankle cuffs to a wide spreader bar I’d wondered what she was up to. I was startled when she returned. Her dress was made of a few layers of white, gauzy cloth. As she walked a little bit of flesh would peek through only to vanish as her movement continued. Continually teasing the eye it was very sexy.
Never before had she dressed like this with me in bondage. I knew that sweet smile aside she was in a devilish mood. The thin board in her hand was clue enough.
“Doesn’t your little man want to come out and play?”
No, my penis had grown excited by the dress but the board sent it into retreat. She bent down.
“Maybe if I kiss it’ll “¦ ” she didn’t need to say more. My penis is even more of a fool than coward. It flashed back up. Quickly she locked a cock ring I hadn’t seen into place. My penis couldn’t retreat now.
With practiced speed she put a penis collar in place and locked it down across the board now resting on my belly.
“You know dear I don’t think I’ve left you enough room for expression at times like these.”
For the first time I found myself gagged with a damaged nylon. As I’d learn she decided it was keep me from disturbing the neighbors but let her more clearly enjoy my moans and whimpers.
After a few moments if smilingly admiring her handiwork she stepped back and gave my perineum a gentle kick. After a lifetime of peace the poor body part didn’t need much to discover a whole new world of sensation. At first it was mostly odd, unpleasant – worse than pain in a way I’d never known before.
It wasn’t long before the discomfort became pain. Weird pain that branched out into parts of me she hadn’t touched at all. I whimpered. How long it last? You lose track, unable to tell five minutes from fifteen.
Eventually she stopped and sat down. I didn’t know I’d broken into a sweat until I felt it evaporate cooling me.
“Your little man likes this dress doesn’t he?” Even if I hadn’t been gagged it would’ve been hard to know what to say.
My ‘little man’ flattened under her shoe. She rubbed back and forward as if she were trying to scrap something off. The friction made my penis warm. For a second my mind flickered back to the evening she’d shown me what a ‘hand job’ using a sheet of sandpaper felt like. That she’d never repeated that (yet) might’ve been a comfort but I knew that soon my bruised phallus would be feeling her heels.
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Perineum Punishment
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