2 comments/ 22000 views/ 4 favorites Christa's Dilemma Ch. 01 By: bleedingmember I was on the bus, on my way. I felt my belt pinch. I hadn't worn the chastity belt for a long time. I had never had a real Mistress. My wife had tried to please me but the whole idea had never attracted her, it made her uncomfortable. When the bus stopped, I got out. It's just a minute walk to Christa's. She opened the door, smiling. She offered me a seat and went to the kitchen to get coffee. The coffee tasted good, and so did the cake. I didn't know what to say and neither did she. After a while she asked, "What do you expect of me?" "I hope you will accept my love, and my surrender." "How about Linda?" Christa asked. "She realizes she can't give me everything I need. And she likes you very much. And she trusts you. And so do I." Christa was quiet for a while and then she asked, "How serious are you?" "Very. I have thought and dreamed of this for a long time. I am ready, and willing. I will do my utmost best to satisfy you. I am inexperienced but also determined not to disappoint you." Christa smiled, a bit provocative, "Ok, put your clothes on that bench, please." I started to undress, suddenly aware people could see me from the street. I moved to the corner of the room, avoiding the windows. Christa gave me a sardonic smile. "Let's go upstairs to the guest room," she said, showing me the way. It was a quite nice room, not large but nicely decorated and full of daylight. "Please, pull down the blinds," she said. I felt quite displayed and glad to see there was nobody on the streets. In the middle of the room there was a coffee table. A large flower box was hanging above the table. Christa asked me to move the table to a corner of the room and place the flower box on top. She gave me two wrist cuffs and a long strong rope. I had to pull the rope through the hook that had contained the box. Then I had to pull the rope through a hook that I hadn't noticed before in a corner of the room, and cuff my wrists. She clicked the cuffs together, attached them to the rope, pulled at the other side of the rope so I had to raise my arms and then fastened the rope to the radiator. Christa stood in front of me, smiling again. Again I felt very much displayed. I was cold but I don't think the temperature had much to do with it. Still smiling, she caressed the skin of my arms, my face and my chest. Then she did a step backwards, watching me, inspecting me. "What a nice pair of steel pants do you have. Why?" I didn't exactly know what to say. "I want to preserve my.... erm... tools, for you. I would feel honored if you would be my keyholder." She raised her eyebrows. "Could you take that, then?" I stammered, "Erm.. I don't know. I am willing to do my utmost best. I am used to not having orgasms for a while, but I find it hard to wear the belt, especially at nights. I hope you will train me." She smiled at me. She seemed skeptical. Finally she said, "We'll see." She stroked my nipples. I was immediately aware of the little room in my 'pants'. Then she pinched them, quite hard. She smiled. She left the room to return with a frightful whip. Christa watched me. Then she disappeared from my view. Suddenly I felt the whip land at my back. I could say Christa was withholding. It was not a full blast but it still stung. The next blow was a bit harder. The third harder then the second. I was wondering how far she would go. Then she suddenly was in front of me. She was caressing the whip as if it were a pet. She laid the whip aside and inspected my belt. I felt myself blushing. She touched my balls slightly, touched the lock. "What are those holes for, on both sides beside the lock?" I explained they made it possible to seal the belt with special, numbered, metal seals so one could be sure the belt hadn't been removed. "You don't happen to have one of these with you, do you?" "Yes, I have." "Why?" "To show you, in case you would be interested." "hmmmm...." She walked around me, touched me now and then. Then she began freeing me, saying, "Ok, I've seen enough. I will take your request in consideration. Be here tomorrow at the same time. "Make sure you'll bring a nice bouquet of flowers, and make sure the seal we are going to apply in a minute, is still in place." I had to go down to get the seal. I avoided the windows as good as possible. I also took my clothes, as instructed. I showed Christa how to apply the seal. She noted the number on a notepad. She left me while I was dressing. When I came downstairs, a fresh cup of coffee was waiting for me. We talked for a while, about the weather and our work. At the door she gave me three warm kisses on the cheek. She said, "Sleep well tonight. I'll let you know tomorrow." Then she closed the door. Christa's Dilemma Ch. 02 When Christa opened the door, I immediately knew there was something wrong. Her lips smiled but her eyes didn't. I missed the warmth I had felt yesterday. She took my flowers, brought them to the kitchen and returned with coffee. She didn't bring the flowers back. She said, "Thank you for coming, but please let's forget what happened yesterday. Let's just remain friends." I was surprised. "Why?" I asked. "Let's not waste our beautiful friendship for a fling." I chose my words carefully. "It would not be a fling. And you know that. I've longed for this for a long time. I have the feeling you want this too. You are very special to me. There is no other woman I would give myself to that way, so submissively, so unconditionally." She watched my face. I could feel she thought I was just flattering. "How about Linda?" she asked, a bit aggressively. "I might have given it to her, a few years ago if she had been interested. Now I am glad she wasn't. It's just not the kind of relationship we have." Thoughtfully I added, "She is my wife and I do love her. But that doesn't mean that my feelings for you are not sincere." Christa looked at me somberly. "You don't understand. It would destroy our friendship completely. And after two of three times you would get bored and we would never see each other ever again." I wondered what she feared most, our friendship being destroyed or our new relationship appearing just a fling, a whim. I guessed the latter. I decided to be completely open and honest with her. "I have suppressed my feelings almost my entire life. I can't do that any longer. I have known you for seven years now. I remember seeing you for the first time talking to your colleagues about your visions. I remember thinking you were cut out for being a Mistress. "That day, I didn't dare dreaming of being your toy or being capable of meeting your standards. There was no doubt in my mind, however, that you would be a tremendous Mistress for the right slave. "Since that day, I have learned knowing you as a very nice, kind and warm person and a trustworthy and loyal friend. I also believe you still have that other quality I saw that first day, seven years ago." Christa was silent. She seemed somber, and sad; she even seemed angry. After a while she said, "You still don't understand. You don't know what real submission is. You don't know the meaning of really having to suffer." Again I chose to be completely honest. "It is true I am inexperienced. It is also true you could destroy me in less than an hour. However, if you could work up the patience to teach me, I would become the ultimate toy or slave you have always dreamed of." "You are stubborn, and arrogant, and stupid," she said. I also saw a glimpse of a smile for the first time today." She said, "Please forget all of this. Don't visit me next week. See me in, let's say, a month, just to have coffee and be the friends we have always been. Please don't visit me next week." I didn't respond. I just didn't know what to say. She added, "If you do come here next week, you won't find your friend. You'll find a sadistic and cruel woman. You'll find a very demanding woman who won't let you escape in any respect. I will tear you apart bit by bit." I relaxed. "Thank you!" I said from the bottom of my heart. "You stupid fool," she said. She stood up saying, "Come, I'll show you the door." At the door she gave me three kisses as usual. "Don't come here next week," she said. "See you next week," I replied. She didn't hear me. The door was already closed. ******** ******** I was in front of Christa's door. I waited a while before I pressed the bell. I felt the nerves in my stomach. I had never been this nervous visiting my friend Christa. Finally I pressed the bell. Christa was gorgeous, as ever. She had also changed. Something was different. I couldn't put my finger on it. "Hi, great to see you" she said. "Come on, in." She led me to the living room. Her way of walking had slightly changed too, I noticed. She moved elegantly like a cat. She showed me a chair. I sat. "So you came," she said smiling. "Stupid fool," she said, her smile getting brighter, dazzling. "I need to know," she said. "Are you here of your own free will, completely voluntary?" "Yes, of course," I said. I took a paper from my blazer. Until now I had not been sure if I would give it to her, but now it seemed the right thing to do. "I wrote you this. I would be happy to sign it, if you allow me." She started reading it. I knew the words by heart. I had written, "Hereby I, Ton Brown, declare I surrender completely to Christa Wilder. "Christa may use me as a toy in every way she likes. My submission will be entirely. I will accept whatever she does to me, no matter the consequences. "I offer Christa my body and soul. She has the full rights to torture me or control my body functions. I am entirely at Christa's disposal, for her pleasure only. "I make this statement of my own free will and I am mentally healthy to do so. I shall accept all consequences." Christa was delighted. And yes, she would like me to sign it right now and here. To add to effect, I sat on my knees when I signed and dated the statement. Christa took the paper from me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She walked to a nice photograph above a cupboard at a prominent place in the living room. It was a beautiful picture of a tree in the autumn. She took the frame from the wall, removed the sheet of glass, turned the picture over, placed my statement on top of it, replaced the glass and hung the frame again. I blushed. I hoped she was just teasing me. I hoped she would remove my statement before she would have guests. Christa smiled. "Thank you very much! I love this! Thank you. This should be rewarded with a present for you too." She took something from a drawer and showed me a steel collar. It looked quite massive. It had a padlock and an inscription. I read, "toy ton, property of Christa Wilder". She said, "Let me put this on you." She did. It felt as massive as it looked. "Thank you for being my toy," she said and she gave me a kiss on my nose. She took me to the quest room and asked me to undress. When I was undressed but for my steel pants, she looked far from pleased. "What's this?" she asked. "Where has the seal gone?" I stammered, "Erm... I had to remove it to clean the glans. It has been eight days since you sealed it. I didn't want to come out in a rash." Christa shook her head. "You told me you were inexperienced. Well, you indeed have a lot to learn. I doubt if you're talented enough to become my toy. If it hadn't been for your nice statement I would have sent you away right now, but you are going to pay for this anyway." She inspected the belt carefully. "At least it is a Nextsteel belt as I thought." I was surprised. "I didn't know you knew this much about chastity belts." "I didn't. Google is a blessing and Mr. Wende is a sweety." I was surprised Christa already knew Nextsteel's owner. Christa asked me to get the key. I got the key from my bag. Christa removed the lock. And then she surprised me again. Instead of removing the belt she produced another lock and before I realized it, I was locked again. Christa smiled, "I know you find it difficult to wear the belt. I was going to break you in very slowly. You have spoiled that now. You are going to pay for your indiscretion." She asked me what my longest lockup had been and my longest time between orgasms. I told her the truth. I used to have a plastic chastity device. In those days it was common for me to be locked for a month with only short releases now and then, only to clean my privates and then be locked again. In my new steel belt I had never been locked for more than four days. However, my longest time without an orgasm had been eighty-five days. I was proud of my self-control; it had taken a lot of practice. Smiling Christa said, "Congratulations, you are going to break both records by far." Like the first time I had to convert the room by moving the table and the flower box to make it possible to tie me up. This time Christa added a spreader bar to keep my legs apart and an open-mouth gag. I felt much more restricted than last time. Christa touched the lock of the chastity belt. "It's a pity I don't have the key here. It came with two keys, one of them is in a locker at my work, and the other is in a vault at my bank. It might have been nice to play a little with my privates." She saw my privates as hers now, she owned me entirely. "But maybe, I can anyway." She poked her finger into my right ball. The pain was overwhelming; it was worse than a kick in the balls. I feared she would rupture them. I would have collapsed if I hadn't been tied up that well. Christa obviously enjoyed herself. "Great to see you chose for the tube with ventilation holes. It will be nice to stick a few needles into them. Unfortunately I don't have needles here, so toothpicks will have to do." To be honest, feeling those toothpicks pressed into my sensitive glans was bad enough. Christa stood up. She stood in front of me, quite close. For a short moment her breasts brushed against my chest. Then she put her hands just below my armpits. Her thumbs stroked gently over my nipples. While she kept caressing my nipples she touched my lips with her tongue. It felt great for a short moment. Then the pain became overwhelming. It was as if needles and knifes were stuck into my glans. I groaned with pain. "What is it, dear? Don't you like this?" Christa asked. She inspected my tube. "Oooohh, this is great! Your glans is being pressed through the holes. It is coming out through them from all sides, and quite far too. This must be a lovely feeling to you." She continued stroking my nipples and licking my lips. I tried to concentrate on her hands and tongue, and ignore what was happening in my pants. I didn't succeed. "I am in a dilemma here. I can't give you full CBT..." I knew she meant cock and ball torture. "..and I can't torture your nipples either because that would make them less sensitive to the gentle approach. That would be a pity. So I have to think of something else." She left the room and came back with a whip. It was different whip from the one she used last time. This one looked even more frightful. It was a whip of at least a meter, and at the tip was a kind of leather cord of the same length. "No, I don't have a collection of whips," she said. "I only have the old riding crop you saw last time and this one I bought when I thought my husband, my ex now, was interested." Christa's mood suddenly changed. She didn't seem to enjoy the situation anymore. Her smile was gone. I think she didn't see me anymore. It was as if her view was totally inside her. Her voice sounded bitter when she said, "It was his own idea, damn it. He had said he wanted to be dominated, that he had dreamed of it his entire life. All men are the same." The bitterness had become stronger. I felt quite uncomfortable. "I believed him, the fool I was. I even bought this whip for him. I never got the chance to use it. It was too much for him. He was just a fantast. I hadn't become his mistress. I had become a puppet on a string playing his dirty scripts. I swore I would never take a slave again." She smiled a small smile. "This time it will be different." She caressed the whip. "This time it will be played by my rules. It will be my fun." The smile had broadened. It was as if she saw me for the first time since she had brought the whip. Then she whipped me. She didn't hold back, this time. She hit me as hard as she could. The whip hit my chest. I had tears in my eyes. "Good boy," she said. The warm soft voice contrasted with the aggressive hit. She hit me again. The pain was unbelievable. She walked around me. She hit my back. She didn't stop. Sometimes she waited a few seconds before she hit me again. Sometimes she hit me four or five times as fast as she could. She hit my back, my bottom, my legs. I soon got disorientated. I didn't see or hear anything except for my pain and her warm, teasing voice. They were two different sensations competing for my attention. It was as if Christa was inside of me. Her soft, warm voice, her teasing, her sadism, her lust. It took a while before I realized the hitting had stopped. She sat on a chair watching me, smiling. "Hi there, how are you doing?" She had still that warm, nice and seductive voice. She removed the gag. I couldn't say anything. My jaws hurt. Christa also removed the spreader bar. "Be careful," she said. "Put your legs together. I'll untie you slowly. Get down on your knees first. Sit down." I was still disorientated, dizzy. Christa sat down again on her chair. She stroked my hair. I laid my head in her lap. She caressed my aching back. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for the pleasure. I am proud of you." I couldn't help crying. It was not only because of the pain. It was relieve I had finally found what I had been looking for my entire life. I felt so grateful to Christa. Christa's Dilemma Ch. 03 I enjoyed the coffee Christa had made. And I enjoyed the view. Christa has always been gorgeous. But now was a bit different. Usually she is stylishly dressed, wearing classy and expensive clothes that emphasize her beautiful body without being vulgar. Today her clothing was more explicit, nothing left to imagination. She wore a very short black skirt showing her beautiful legs. Christa has long strong muscular legs, not those skinny legs that most slim women have, nor does she have fat legs. Hers are just full, and strong, and extremely sexy. She also wore a black crop top showing a nice flat belly. She didn't wear a bra to hide her beautiful breasts. Her nipples stood proudly erect. The most beautiful, though, as always, was her dazzling smile. I felt my willie helplessly fighting to get erect. He stood not a chance. The tube in my chastity belt is way too small. When I was measured, I first had had an orgasm, and then a hot shower followed by a very cold one. When my willie was finally measured, he was shrunk to a shrimp of no importance. I tried, inadequately, to ignore the pain. Christa smiled her stunning smile. She was fully aware of the effect she had on me. "How are you doing?" she asked. "Have you recovered from last time?" "I am fine, thank you" "Last time, I was very gentle, a bit soft, because it was your first time." I smiled. She must be teasing. I remembered her endless, aggressive hitting all to well. She continued, "Today I will be a bit more strict." She still spoke in a quiet and convincing manner. She smiled. "I want to feel you still mean what you wrote to me." She looked at my statement in the frame at the wall. "Get that statement and read it aloud," she said. I took the frame from the wall and read, "Hereby I, Ton Brown, declare I surrender completely to Christa Wilder. Christa may use me as a toy in every way she likes. My submission will be entirely. I will accept whatever she does to me, no matter the consequences. "I offer Christa my body and soul. She has the full rights to torture me or control my body functions. I am entirely at Christa's disposal, for her pleasure only. I make this statement of my own free will and I am mentally healthy to do so. I shall accept all consequences." Christa smiled. "I still love that declaration," she said. "But do you mean it?" "Of course I do." Again she showed me that beautiful smile. "Ok, you may show me. Hang that frame on the wall and follow me." I followed her on the stairs enjoying the view. I knew I should not watch; I should cast down my eyes. But I couldn't. The guest room had been changed a bit. It was still a nice and room, fool of daylight, but the furniture had been moved aside. The flower box was no longer hanging. Instead there were several hooks on the ceiling. Some of the hooks had ropes through them with wrist cuffs at the end. The cuffs had been pulled up. On the wall was a big black and white drawing. It was a comical picture of a Mistress whipping a slave who was on his knees and elbows. The drawing was quite erotic. "Put your clothes on that stool, please." While I was undressing she said, "Let me be clear. You came here of your own free will, so you may leave whenever you wish. You only have to say 'game over'. If you say 'game over', I will untie and unlock you. You'll have three minutes to dress and leave. We will never see each other again. You are not going to contact me in any way once you have spoken the magic words 'game over.' Is that clear?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "You may beg for mercy if you really need, but be careful. It might just stir up my lust to make you suffer." Again she added, "Is that clear?" This time she waited for an answer, watching me expectantly. "Don't worry," I said. "I surrender to you. You may enjoy me in anyway you want." I tried to show the confidence that I didn't feel. I started to wonder if I had made a big mistake. Obviously, my dick didn't have those doubts. He was still fighting to stand up. "Stand still. Put your legs apart. And smile. Put your hands behind your head. And smile." Christa stood in front of me, watching me up and down, smiling her sardonic smile. She wore yellow shoes. Bright yellow. And very high heels. Under the black outfit the bright yellow pumps appeared extra sexy. And in a strange way extra threatening. She played with the chain around her neck. "You didn't complement me on my necklace. Don't you like it?" she asked. I smiled. I tried to look confident. "It is beautiful. And it looks good on you." I thought for a moment, wondering how far I dared to go. "Especially that key looks great on you." "Thank you. I thought you would like it. It was a shame to keep it hidden in a locker." Again she gave me that dazzling smile. She took the chain from her neck. "Would you like me to use it?" "It is up to you. Please, feel free to do so if you like." I tried to hide my eagerness. "Keep your hands where the are. Don't touch that cock and balls of mine. Ever!" Then she unlocked my belt, removed the lock and removed the front shield while she kept the tube in place. Then she removed the tube. She had to pull. My penis had swollen as far as possible. "Wow! That little boy is enthusiastic." With a bit difficulty Christa replaced the lock to keep the band of the chastity belt in place. She took my penis in her hand, moved her hand slowly upwards lightly squeezing it, increasing the pressure while she let slowly slip my penis. When my cock finally slipped free, it was fully erect which was quite remarkable after being locked for weeks. Christa smiled. "That little boy shows me respect. That is nice. And, more important, while doing so, he is giving me full access to my balls. That is what I need today. "You said you wanted to suffer for me. You said you would surrender to me completely. You may show me now. I am going to kick those balls. I am going to cause you more pain than you ever felt. That is what you want, don't you? You didn't lie to me, did you?" She watched expectantly. Oh boy, what did I do? Is this really what I want? I tried to hide my doubts and confusion. "No, I didn't lie. You may enjoy my.. erm.. your cock and balls. You may enjoy my misery." "Ok, smile then. Convince me. Put my mind at rest. Make me believe you want this. Smile. And put your hands down, behind your back." I did. "That's better. You look more relaxed this way. Now present those balls to me. Make it easy for me to hit and pulverize them." I knew I should run, game over, and run. But I didn't. "Now beg me. Beg me to kick you in the balls. And do it with a smile." "Please, kick my balls" "MY balls. You hand them over to me. And beg me. Make it more convincing." "Please, kick your balls." Whack! She was so fast that she surprised me even though I knew it was coming. Her force surprised me too. The pain was overwhelming. I bent over. I almost fell. "Ok, good boy. Now, stand up again. Smile. Encourage me to go on." She still had that beautiful, warm, innocent and seducing voice. "Beg me again." I did. And again she kicked me, so fast, and so forcefully. And she knew how to kick too. She didn't make the connection with her toes. She took my balls right on the instep. She knew how to make it hurt. This time I actually stumbled. Christa calmly waited for me to pull myself together. The pain was terrible. I felt sick. I tried to stand up straight. I tried to show the confidence that I didn't feel. I smiled a feeble smile. Please, stop this, I thought silently. "Beg me again." "Please, kick your balls." "You can do better." "Please, please, please..." I was really begging now. Silently I thought please, please stop this ordeal. Instead I added, "Please kick your balls." Christa didn't move. And she didn't say a word. She just watched me. She watched me intently. I felt so vulnerable. I was terrified. Christa smiled. Then she kicked me. I fell on the ground this time. Christa waited for me to get up. I watched her. I could see her excitement. She was enjoying herself. There was no doubt in my mind that Christa was enjoying her role. She was enjoying her power. She was enjoying my pain. And my panic. I had never realized she was this cruel and sadistic. Christa waited. She was not in a hurry. She was like a cat playing with a mouse. I was that mouse. Finally the cat would kill the mouse. And then she would get bored and just forget about that little mouse. She wouldn't give the mouse a thought anymore until, after a while, she would get in that mood again. Then she would find another victim. Christa smiled. She was gorgeous. And she seemed so lovely. She seemed so innocent. Sexy, yes. Even seductive. But anyone who would see her now would think of her as harmless with her lovely outfit and her innocent smile. How could I have been so stupid? She had even warned me. I was terrified. Why didn't I run? Why let I Christa destroy me? Was it pride? Yes, pride was definitely part of it. Christa had warned me she would tear me apart. She had told me I would leave after two or three times. I would get bored, she had said. Well, bored doesn't seem the right word. But she had said I would stop after two or three times. And that it would end our friendship. She had even begged me not to come that specific day because I wouldn't find my friend. I would just find a very cruel and demanding woman who would tear me apart, she had said. And I had come to her. I had been extremely stupid. Stupid I may be, but moreover I was proud and vain. There was no way in the world I would admit my mistake. There was no way I would admit I had underestimated her or, even worse, that I had overestimated myself. I was too proud, too vain and too stupid to stop her. I'd rather die. Or lose my balls. Christa waited with her seductive smile. I finally had stood up. I smiled. I tried to look confident and self-assured. "Please..." WHACK!! Christa didn't even let me finish. I was on the ground, crying with pain. "Oh boy," she said. "You fell. Let me help you. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Even now, I still admired the way she kept playing the role of the nice and friendly lady while she was destroying me. She helped me finding my feet again. She took the cuffs that were hanging at the ceiling and fastened them around my wrists. Then she pulled the ropes and fastened them. The hooks were wide apart and the cuffs were pulled up as far as possible. I had to stretch arms and myself. Christa smiled. "I help you because I don't want you to fall again and hurt yourself, but keep your legs wide apart. Don't make me cuff your ankles too. I still want you to offer yourself and my balls to me." She winked at me. I had to stretch myself even further to give her what she wanted. There was no way I was going to admit I couldn't handle this anymore. "Ple... pl..." I tried to say the words again. But I couldn't. "Shush," she said. "Relax, don't say a word. Just smile at me. And keep offering me my balls. Keep your legs wide apart. And smile." Then she kicked me again. And again, and again. She kept talking to me. I couldn't hear the words any more. I just heard her soft, warm and seductive voice. And I saw her beautiful movements. Christa moved back and forth to hit me harder. When she did, her beautiful red hair danced up and down. And so did her breasts. It was like a dance. Every time when she kicked me, I saw her beautiful and strong legs and her panties. It was a great, sensual and hot performance. And I had the best place in the front row. The pain and my fear were unbearable, her performance hypnotic and seductive. At one point I forgot about keeping my legs apart. I just couldn't take anymore. Christa put a step forwards. She lightly kissed my lips. She put her right leg between my legs. I felt her warm thigh against mine. Then she used her foot to push my legs apart. She kissed my nose and said, "Good boy." She stepped back and kicked me again. I groaned with pain. I knew I wouldn't survive this treatment much longer. "One moment, back in a sec," Christa said. When she returned she brought two buckets. From one she took a wet cloth and wrapped it around my genitals. "Aargh!" It was bloody hot. Christa removed the cloth and got a plastic bag from the other bucket. The bag was full of water and a lot of ice cubes. She held the cold bag against my cock and balls. "See, big trick! The hot water makes your blood vessels wider, so the blood can easily flow back and the ice water nicely shrinks your dick." She locked me again. I still don't understand how she could do it that quickly. Putting my balls in place hurt like hell. "Be careful, don't fall." She removed my cuffs. "Please walk a bit for me." Every man knows it is painful to walk after being kicked in the balls. Well, walking in a Nextsteel chastity belt after being kicked in the balls is nearly impossible, that is, without passing out. The Nextsteel chastity belt is designed to keep a man chaste. Period. The belt has four features to make that happen. First of all, obviously, there is the lock that prevents you from freeing your best friend. Secondly, the tube is so small you dick can hardly grow, or at least makes it quite painful. Thirdly, the tube is pointed down or even backwards. Last but not least, the tube splits the balls, one ball at each side of the tube. This prevents the body from contracting the balls, which usually happens just before ejaculating. You have always to be careful if your genitals are locked in such a belt. A careless move can harm your precious balls. I tried to walk but the pain was overwhelming. Christa enjoyed the scene. "You still have to go downstairs," she said with a smile in her voice. "But first I have a reward for you. You are a brave man. I love that." I tried to convince myself she said she loved me. "I am proud of you." I tried to hide the tears I felt coming. "Get on your hands and knees and follow me." In spite of the pain and the nausea I enjoyed the view. Watching the gorgeous legs in the shiny pumps under the ultra short skirt was quite exciting. Even after having my balls smashed (I keep thinking of them as mine), I felt my cock react to the beautiful sight of the legs and shoes that had tormented me so brutally. Christa took me into the bathroom. The floor was hard and cold. "One moment," Christa said and left the bathroom to return quickly with a chair. The chair had a metal frame for legs; the seat and the back were plastic. Christa sat down and crossed her beautiful legs. "Relax. Enjoy," Christa said. "The torment is over. Just enjoy. Enjoy being with me." She stretched her right leg and said, "Please take my shoes off." I took the shoe from her foot. On impulse I kissed the shoe. "Thank you, beautiful shoe," I said. I am not a shoe or foot fetishist. It was just an attempt to feel a little bit in control of the awkward situation. "That's nice, " Christa said with a smile in her voice. "Thank the other shoe as well." I did. "Now thank my tired kicking leg," she said while she stretched her right leg. "Take your time. Kiss my foot, and then slowly work your way up. Do it tender and lovingly." It was a strange and exciting feeling, having Christa's beautiful leg in my hands and kissing it. I could hardly believe it. The higher I came the more embarrassed I felt. When I had reached her inner thigh I felt quite humble. I smelled Christa. "Go on," Christa said. I suspected to hear excitement in her voice. I reached her panties. They were extremely wet. I realized, shocked, that never before I had achieved getting a woman this wet, let alone without touching her. Apparently, all I have to do is allowing her to smash my balls. I felt shame. And acceptance. This is my role. This is who I am. I'd better accept it. And enjoy it. Otherwise I will be unhappy my entire life. "Get my panties off," Christa said. "Don't use your hands." I was scared. Apparently I had to use my mouth and teeth. I didn't want to hurt her or damage her underwear. Christa moved a bit forward on her chair. I couldn't reach the waistband. So I very carefully bit the crotch, terrified to hurt her, and I pulled. As I had feared, I tore the panties. I kept pulling. I had destroyed Christa's beautiful underwear but I could finally bite the waistband and pull the panties, or what was left of it, completely off of her. I returned to Christa's wet flower. Christa was breathless when she said, "That nice wet spot is The Queen. She is The Queen who decides whatever happens to you. So be careful. And courteous. Worship Her. Kiss and lick her and give her the best orgasm she has ever had." I don't consider myself very experienced or good in oral sex but I was determined not to disappoint Christa. I licked and sucked in a way I had never done before. Christa appeared quite aroused so it didn't take too much time to make her cum. When she did, she produced a lot of fluid. I wondered if she was peeing as well. "Open your mouth, nose and eyes. Take it all," she gasped. The fluid burned in my eyes and I choked. When Christa was done, she sighed. She grabbed hold of my hair and put my head in her lap. She caressed my hair. "Good boy," she said, "brave man. I am proud of you." Again, I couldn't help crying. I couldn't stop. Christa didn't seem to mind. She kept caressing my hair, my shoulders and my back. She spoke sweet words. At least the tears washed all the burning fluids away. I am not sure why I cried. The last few hours - or was it less than an hour, I was not sure - had been an emotional roller coaster. My balls still hurt like hell but somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore. I felt Christa's caressing hands and her affection and her care. I smelled her intimacy. I felt loved, and accepted, and cared for. In spite of the pain I was incredible happy. To be continued.