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The following is intended for adults readers who want to read fiction about a woman being in charge of a man through his genitals. Anybody who is not legally permitted to view such material should read no further. All rights to this story are reserved by the author. Permission is given to archive this story in places where no fees are charged for legal adults to view it and if no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Hope you enjoy. hectorspup@hotmail.com

When I first met Amanda, she was an angel, so sweet and innocent. She loved being courted and being taken care of. I adored her and married her. In the beginning of our ten year relationship, sex was intriguing. She had a healthy appetite for it and my world was bliss. I remember the first time she asked me if she could touch my balls. "My balls are your balls, Honey." I told her. Her first feel was so gentle and respectful that I turned to Jell-O in her hands.
When she woke up horny, she would reach over and cup my groin with her hand making almost imperceptible movements with her fingers that gradually woke me up with a hardon, raring to go. After a while I just liked to pretend I was a sleep a little longer to increase the tension in my groin before giving in to her longings for lovemaking. As Amanda evolved from an angel to a princess, she grew a little impatient on such occasions, and half joking, once grabbed my balls and squeezed sharply saying, "I know you are awake. Now, roll over and do me."
The pain was unexpected and I had to explain to her between labored breaths to give me a break before expecting me to perform. This was a beginning of my training, as it were. Amanda had experimented with many different ways to give me intense pleasure ministering to my balls, everything from holding, tugging, rattling, gently pinching, patting, sucking on, rolling, to my favorite, where she put her fingers flat on the base of my cock, two fingers on the cock and two on the top of my balls rocking her hand back up and down between each while keeping her hand in place. This got me so ready and wanting to cum that she could ask me to do anything before letting me ejaculate.
As I mentioned, she had a healthy appetite for sex in those days and she would expect to cum more than once for each of mine. She expected me to minister to her for her second and, sometimes, third orgasms well after we each had a romantic mutual release. She got randy at varying times, but when she was, she grew less understanding about my fatigue from a day on occasion, and grew more and more demanding of me, communicating this with tight holds of my balls or relentless light slaps until I gave in to her wishes. The usual position would be a partial sixty-nine where I would be on hands and knees, head between her legs lapping her winking slot, reaching back and massaging a breast or two, but with both knees on one side of her. This way she could hold on to my nuts to insure that I did things the way, and for as long, as she wanted.
My crotch became the object of her attention for all things between us, even in public. Where in other couples one might give an elbow to the ribs, kick to the shins, or a stomp to an instep when annoyed, Amanda went straight to my groin with a back fist, slap or squeeze. You can imagine how embarrassing this ended up being, trying to shake off the pain and maintain my composure.
Amanda eventually evolved from a princess to a despotic dictator. By this point in our relationship, gone was the logic and behavior management in her punishments. She even began to make up reasons to get her licks in. As our relationship diminished further, she looked for ways to humiliate me, cause me pain, and keep me under control for her amusement. If there is interest, I’ll try to relate some examples for you here.
As Henny Youngman used to say, "Take my wife…please!"