I previously mentioned that my wife was furious because I got a short haircut, which took away her handles while she gave me oral. Honestly, I didn’t even notice it at the time, though I know she likes pulling my face into hers. She believes I did it deliberately to reduce how often she asks for oral. Since I’m not allowed to argue back, what she says goes.
This morning she got her revenge. It might seem minor to others, but in our dynamic, it was unusual. First, she made me shave my pubic area completely smooth, with no stubble. Usually, I just trim the hair so it doesn’t tangle in my CB6000. I wasn’t sure how to handle shaving my scrotum, so I started with a trimmer, followed by an electric razor, and finished with a blade. By stretching the skin of my scrotum, I managed a clean shave. I’m now as smooth as a baby down there, which looks strange since I’m used to having hair.
Tomorrow is sex night; I was scheduled for teasing, but she ordered me into bed tonight instead. I expected something special, but it wasn’t quite what I hoped. She announced she wouldn’t unlock me, meaning limited pleasure on my end. But then she did something unexpected. She didn’t want to cum from my hand and moved it away from her pussy. Instead, she pinched and twisted my nipples until I cried out. After a bit, claiming her fingers were tired, she attached one of my nipple clips. It wasn’t the piercing type; it just flattened my long nipples. When she pulled on them to increase the pain, they kept sliding off because my nipples were leaking clear fluid. Giving up on those for now, she turned her attention to my balls.
She squeezed tightly enough that I could barely endure it. My wife gets turned on by my pained cries; anyone married to a woman who enjoys hearing you whimper knows exactly what I mean. She tightened her grip so much that one of my testicles slipped through the smallest ring compatible with my CB6000s. It hurt immensely, and then she just yanked it off the other ball, which was also very painful. I’m still sore as I write this. By now, she was highly aroused again and placed my hand back on her pussy. Knowing her preferences well, I worked on her clit. My wife is fortunate to have a prominent clit that allows for quick cumming.
She wanted me screaming and begging forgiveness for the haircut decision, so she attached alligator clips to my nipples. These weren’t standard off-the-shelf ones but pairs she had me sharpened last year. They dig into my skin when pulled and hurt terribly just by being worn. She stopped twisting them temporarily to focus on her own orgasm, though they still kept me crying in pain. I knew I had to endure it and urged her to cum quickly, which seemed to push her over the edge. As she climaxed, her face and body tensed up dramatically. Luckily, she remembered the clips were still on me while I was whimpering and removed them immediately. Anyone who uses nipple clips knows that removal hurts more due to blood rushing back in. Ouch.
I assumed we were finished because usually after cumming, my wife orders me to lock up again. Instead, she went right back at my balls until I begged her to stop. She stopped but then began edging me repeatedly. For a while, I thought she might let me have an orgasm despite saying the earliest that would happen was the Fourth of July (for those who don’t know). I got close several times before cumming hard, but she always knows exactly when to halt. She says it’s like poker; she reads all my tells. For instance, she notices when I start rubbing her shoulder as I prepare to cum and other subtle signs that she refuses to explain.
I truly believed she would make up for the pain by rewarding me with an early orgasm through vigorous pumping. Just when I was certain she wanted it, she stopped, told me to lock up, straightened the bed, and sent me to the living room to massage her feet. Sometimes I enjoy this task, but often it feels like a two-hour ordeal. She can lie there all night while I massage without ever telling me to stop. As usual, I spent an hour on one foot and another hour on the other before asking permission to eat. Satisfied with my work, she granted my request.
We watched TV for another hour while I handled some chores: feeding the dogs, bringing her a snack, and making coffee. Next time, I’ll remember to ask before making any significant changes to myself. What a night! Hopefully, by morning, my nipples won’t be so sensitive that even brushing against my shirt hurts.