Kinky Confessions

Cock and Ball Torture as Foreplay

Woman Holding BDSM Flogger in Her Teeth

When someone asks me to describe my sex life with my partner, I always use the word “playful” and tell them we are experimental, and fun is often a big part of that.

We don’t usually plan to be kinky or engage in BDSM activities, but our open attitudes often get us there. Recently our bathroom door had a crack in it, so my partner went to the hardware store for supplies.

Before I tell you want happened next, let me say that the hardware store is just as much fun to shop for toys, props, and accessories for BDSM activities. You will often find what would cost double or triple at a sex toy boutique or online shop, and even if you aren’t looking for something specific, just browsing the aisles can give you inspiration!

My partner came home with some wood filler, sandpaper, and a large plastic vice to keep the wood in place while the glue dried. He’s not the most handy guy, so needless to say his plan to fix things didn’t really work, but we did get something else out of his supplies.

He came out of the shower and into the living room naked, the vice grip in hand. He then did a little dance to make me laugh and joked that his balls would fit in it. I was watching all this from the couch with a devilish grin on my face. I’d seen enough men play dominant to submissive women in porn, that the idea of turning the tables intrigued me. Finding your inner dom, or switching as they call it, can be thrilling.

I watched as he slid the vice open and put his balls between. I could see his penis dancing as it engorged from his arousal, and I could feel myself getting wet. He told me to come over and tighten the vice.

It was a plastic vice with a grip like pliers. Every time you squeezed, it made a clicking sound as it became smaller, tightening around his dick. I gave it a squeeze: “Click!” It was just barely touching his balls.

I was kneeling on the floor, looking up at him for his nod to give the vice another squeeze. “Click!” I grinned and looked up again. I’m sure in that moment, we were both thinking, what the hell are we doing (and that is part of the fun!)

Again, “Click!” This time he let out a little winge, and I didn’t think he’d go for more, but he said, “One more.” “Click!” “Eek!” he cried out. I released the vice immediately and gave his squished balls a little kiss, as though that would make his “boo boo” feel better. He wasn’t hurt at all, but just know he was close to was somehow exciting—for both of us!

By this time, I was dripping wet. I pulled him to the ground to fuck me hard. It was awesome!

I know from listening to expert dominatrixes that cock and ball torture (CBT) usually goes a lot deeper, but for us it remained playful and safe. I would call it CBT lite. And that’s what I love about BDSM: you can experiment slowly with just about any aspect. If something really turns you on, you’ll know it and can gradually explore more.

I don’t have any real desire to cause pain to anyone’s cock or balls, but just a quick dip in that kink was super fun!

Do you engage in CBT? Share your experience in the comments!

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