Satin Invitation

Chapter 7: Sunday, Paying for My Crimes

Sunday morning as I was preparing cereal for the wife and I, I spilled a little milk on the counter top. "Oh, sorry" I say, as I clean it up.

She looks me in the eye, and says, "We don't cry about spilled milk do we? What do we do about spilled milk?"

"Punish the balls". I say knowingly.

"That's right," she says with obvious delight. "We will arrange for a punishment this evening, ok?"

"Perfect." I acknowledge.

Later that evening, I find myself face up on a message table, with wrists shackled together under the table, and my ankles shackled together with a chain that connects them to the shackles on my wrists. I'm not going anywhere, but what concerns me more is the metal loop around the base of my purpling nuts that is tied to a rope. The rope connects to a cable that runs through a pulley in a frame over head, then through another pulley suspended over my feet, then down to a bar stool that my wife is ominously setting a 45 lbs weight on. She clips the weight to the cable end, then retrieves a 2nd weight this one only 25 lbs. Clipping that one on as well, she looks at me, and says "Don't go anywhere", and briefly leaves the room.

When she returns she has removed her clothes, and is now naked except for a black executioner's mask covering her face.

"For your crimes this day, you are to be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes", I reply

"Your sentence is as follows: You will hang from the balls until punished. Do you accept this sentence."

"I do."

She steps to the stool that is supporting the weights, and says, "Do you have any final words before the sentence is carried out."

I think for a second, and then reply with the best words possible at a time like this. "I love you".

I can't see her smile through the hood, but I know it is there. She says, "I love you, too", then abruptly grabs the legs of the bar stool and pulls it out from under the weights.

As the cord goes tight, my balls are drawn up, then start stretching. I have a fear that they are going to be ripped from me, but abruptly they reach their limit, and with a sickening twap, the cord is tight, and the weight is held entirely by my nut sack.

The initial jerk is the most painful, and fills my head with stars, but the sustained weight prevents my testicles from recovering from the initial blow, and soon there is a deep ache in my nuts that spreads to my guts.

The hysteria passes, I regain enough of my wits to realize that my body, without my say so, has decided to lift my butt about 4 inches above the message table putting me into an uncomfortable stress position.

I struggle to lower myself back to the table, but all the strength is being sapped from me by the pain in my testicles, so all I manage to accomplish is a few twitches that probably look something like the traditional hangman's dance.

I look over to my wife, who has taken the place of the weights on the bar stool with one hand fondling her pussy, and the other holding an egg timer out to me. It says 4:45... 4:44. So just 5 minutes this time. I steel myself against the pain, and try to enjoy the details of my naked wife, but the pull on my testicles is too great to allow me to focus.

Eventually, I'm able to master myself. I'm no longer struggling against the weights pulling on my balls, I've just accepted the pain, and time loses meaning, until the egg timer starts ringing.

My pleading eyes turn to my wife, who theatrically takes her time, turning off the alarm, then moving the bar stool back under the weights, then finally lifting the weights back onto the stool.

I settle back to the table heavily, and realize that I have been hyperventilating somewhat. I calm myself, and look back up at my executioner, who has reset the timer for 5 minutes, and is holding it in front of her towards me.

"The tribunal feels that the balls have not appropriately learned their lesson. The sentence is to be completed again."

"Oh God." I mutter.

"Your pleas of mercy do not move us. If you can't control yourself, we will be forced to increase the weight."

I nod.

"Are you ready for the 2nd part of your sentence."

"I am" I say with forced bravado.

She hits start on the timer, then again lifts the stool. The jerk, this time, is much more severe. The brief respite my balls got made them especially vulnerable for additional punishment, and I have a moment of panic where I start struggling uncontrollably. Fighting unsuccessfully against my bonds.

When the panic has passed, I see that my wife is holding the weights up in the air, so that my nuts aren't entirely supporting them.

"Are you ready to resume?" she asks, gesturing to the paused timer sitting on the stool.

I nod, and she gently lowers the weights until they are again forcing me to lift up off the table. The metal ring around my balls has a little play allowing it to equalize the pull, but after the 1st round, my testicles are feeling swollen, so in addition to the deep ache, I can feel the skin stretching on the sides of the ring.

My executioner is making a speech about how justice is what keeps our household running so smoothly, but I'm not able to follow it entirely because of the great pull on my manhood. At one point I attempt to mimic an active listener, by echoing the word, "Justice", but I can't seem to get enough breath. Seeing me struggle, she aborts her philosophy to step towards me, and puts one hand on my cheek, and the other on my bound, and stretched balls.

"It's OK." She coos, and then looks fascinated at the hand on my nuts. "The balls are so cold... They've probably gone numb by now, I'll bet you are hardly feeling this." To make her point she reaches over and shoves the weights, causing them to bounce a bit and swing. The renewed assault on my testicles is briefly too much, and my entire body tenses up. But then the new pain abates somewhat, and I'm left lingering in a more normal agony.

She giggles at my reaction, and then takes the time, and sets it atop my tightly packed orbs. Then points at it. It reads, "0:26".

"I want you to count down the last 10 seconds for me."

"OK." at the appropriate time, I say, "Ten" only to lose my voice as she flicks my punished nut. Another flick, then I struggle to catch up.

"Eight". Flick. "Seven". Flick. "Six". Flick. "Five". Flick. Gasp, that one hurt. Flick.

"Three". Flick. Gasp, "Two" flick, "One" She abruptly grips the nuts and squeezes as the alarm starts blaring.

She turns off the alarm, and gathers the weights back onto the stool.

"You did great." She says. "That looked like so much fun".

I think a bit. I do enjoy the punishment of my balls, but this one was quite a struggle because of the stress position. Eventually I respond with, "Our balls feel appropriately punished"

"Do you want to lick my pussy?" She asks.

I nod.

"OK, but it's going to cost you."

I nod again.

"First, you don't get to lick me unless the weights are hanging from the balls. Second, I won't lift the weights until after I cum. Third, I'm going to shock the balls with the cattle prod when I cum. Does that seem fair?"

"More than fair" I say, acknowledging to myself that I've got no idea how it will feel to get shocked in the balls when weights are hanging from them. It's both terrifying and exhilarating.

She lowers the head support section of the message table, and then, gently this time, lets the weights down off the stool. As before the brief respite made the weight feel much heavier.

She allows me to thrash briefly as she retrieves the dreaded cattle prod, then takes her place in front of my head which has to crane back at an awkward angle to line up. I start licking, but it's a struggle. I can't work up a rhythm. Thankfully, she is understanding, and reaches forward, attempting to grab my tightly pulled testicles for support, but ending up with the cable instead, as she starts gyrating against my tongue.

I feel her clench, and struggle not to stop as fear rises. Then a sharp stab in my nuts if followed by an involuntary jerk back finally overcoming the weight to rest flat on the table. She struggles through her orgasm, and attempts to keep the prongs of the prod pressed into my ball meat, but is unsuccessful because of the intensity of the spasms we are both feeling. As soon as she recovers from orgasm, she presses the prod back into my nuts, giving me one finishing shock, before walking unsteadily over to remove the weight from my testicles.

We are both too exhausted to care for a few minutes that I'm still shackled to the table. Once I'm unshackled, she tells me to stand with my hands behind my back, as she gingerly, but not gently removes the ring from my swollen ball sack. Once free the skin of my scrotum is tight, and kinda hard to the touch, but it recovers within an hour.

It was a good evening.

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