Getting in deep

(My first attempt at writing something, so feedback welcome. I know where I want to go with this, but feel free to dm me with comments and suggestions)

My decent into depravity had started innocently enough. Well, innocently if you overlooked that I was married with kids and my wife had no idea. I dabbled with other women, then with other men, and from that found that I liked being submissive and being used by people more dominant than me. Not that you’d know that from my “normal” life. Being dominated by men was fun, but my real weakness was a dominant woman, especially if she had a sadistic streak.

About six years ago, I got chatting to one dominant lady, discussing some videos she had shared online. Some were her enjoying being fucked and being left with cum leaking from her, and others were of her using and abusing submissive men. Perhaps it was this juxtaposition that caught my eye, but we got chatting, and she quickly learned about my love of creampie - delivering and cleaning up, and of my enjoyment of submission. She also talked about her love of unprotected sex, taking risks around pregnancy. And we talked about her clips of abusing submissive men. She told me that she only shared the more vanilla clips to avoid censure and that if I was interested she could share something a little more extreme.

I jumped at the chance, which seemed to please her, and she sent me a clip via a sharing app. I made sure I was alone, and settled to watch. Unlike the ones shared more openly, this didn’t have a trashy europop sound track, it had the real audio. All that could be seen was a cock in a cage, and a large pair of testicles dangling. A soft, seductive female voice asked “Are you ready” followed by a delicious giggle. If there was a reply from the man being filmed, it wasn’t caught by the microphone. Delicate female hands appeared, gentle stroking and squeezing the balls, before one hand disappeared and returned with a large needle. I watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as one hand held a ball, and the needle was stabbed hard into it. A muffled groan from owner of the balls was clearly picked up, along with another delicious giggle from the sexy female voice. Then another needle, another stab, another muffled groan and another giggle. This was repeated four times in that ball, and then six times for the other one. Then the intoxicating female voice said “what a good boy, six in each ball, a new personal best for you” and the clip ended. I should have been horrified, I should have blocked her and walked away. But I was rock hard, and I was left wondering what it might feel like to take six in each ball.

From that point on, things changed between us, she was clearly far more sadistic than any woman I’d previously met, and I was fascinated. Eventually we agreed that if we met, in return for letting me fuck her bare, she could ruin my balls. One last fertile creampie and potential knock-up in exchange for my testicles. The thought got me hard and I often wondered how good it would feel to cum in her and then be broken.

But events outside anyone’s control took over. The world went into Covid lockdowns, her profile went dark, never to be updated. And I concentrated on trying to be a good husband and father. But sometimes I still watched that clip, and masturbated thinking about the possibilities. Four years passed, and then one day I saw a new clip posted on an instagram account, one of those clips that just teases without getting so naughty that it gets taken down. But it wasn’t the visual that caught my attention. It was the giggle. The same delicious giggle that accompanied stabbing a needle into a testicle. A different name but definitely the same giggle.

I acted impulsively, reaching out with a simple message “Are you Mistress Sophie by any chance”. The reply came a few hours later “Oh look, the little subbie who wants to try to knock me up and let me take his balls”. Oh my, she remembered me. We got chatting again, she was clearly still the same naughty, sadistic goddess that I remembered. I mentioned where I lived, how we’d moved house to a place in the country after lockdown. And then she dropped a bombshell. She knew where I lived. She told me a detail about my house that only someone who really knew where it was could know. To be honest, I panicked. Chatting online was one thing but this was getting real. I didn’t reply to her message. She sent one last one before I deleted the app “You’re clearly not ready, find me when you are”

Two years later and meanwhile life has taken another turn. With the kids grown up and moved out, things fell apart with my wife. Wasn’t any one thing, we just weren’t the two people we were when we met and married. I certainly wasn’t - although I’d never admit to my heart being stolen by a mistress I’d never met. The split was amicable, she moved to the coast, I kept the house. And over the weekend I saw a clip on instagram. That same seductive giggle. And I reached out to her. “Mistress Sophie, I hope you remember me. I’m single now, I still live in the same house, and I’m ready”

This morning I got a reply “Shame you’re single, I’d have enjoyed stealing you from her, but perhaps I already have. I’ll come round this evening.”