Balls In Her PurseAbout the husband and wife next door. She just shouted at him to go to the store. He comes running out of the house,
"Sorry, dear!" Yes, dear!" (see my earlier comments in forum, next to "Going A Bit Too Far"}
The thing is, his wife knows I am right here watching the whole drama, her barked commands and his squealing answers.
And somehow I'm finding the situation arousing... Is it her dominance or his submission that arouses me?
Or is it both?
The idea of castration definitely turns me on... the idea of being utterly powerless, with my legs tied spread open,
my arms secured to the ceiling, utterly helpless in a hot room. So my balls hang low and sway slightly as She approaches
me with a set of gleaming shears...
But I'm talking about Davie next door. She's doing it to him real slow...he feels her squeezing his nuts all the time
now in his mind. His walk has become stooped, hang-dog. And he's always saying, "Sorry!" Twenty times a minute.
I come home early from work just to watch this
It's summer and she's back from work about one fifteen. He, of course, doesn't have a job. He does small jobs around
the house, hoes the garden, and waits for his wife to return. Then he'll be "hopping to it" doing errands, scampering about,
looking up into her eyes for approval. Like a spaniel, who's about to be fixed
He's being "fixed" even as I watch... and I find the whole process incredibly hot!