At 59, I was still in great shape, my muscles rippling with every movement. I loved being out on the water, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I surfed or fished. But after losing my wife to a rare form of cancer, I found myself yearning for something more.

During our marriage, I had kept my darker sexual desires hidden, afraid to explore them fully. But now, with the power of the internet at my fingertips, I felt emboldened to explore those hidden desires.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I scrolled through the ordinary dating websites, seeking an outlet for my desires. I perused several run-of-the-mill dating sites, but they didn’t quite fit my needs. I also looked into a few websites that purported to be for the alternative lifestyle, but they turned out to be nothing but scams. Frustrated, I decided to try my luck on the regular site and try to be honest, and let the chips fall where they may. I eagerly clicked the “Join Now” button, excited to see what new experiences awaited me.

My hands trembled as i typed out my first message, the words flowing from me like a river unleashed. And as i hit “Send,” I knew that I was no longer alone in my desires.

I was a man of two sides, each one darker than the other. On one hand, I was a masochist, craving the sweet agony of pain and humiliation. On the other hand, I was a sadist, finding pleasure in inflicting that same pain on others.

For years, I had struggled to keep these sides of myself hidden, afraid of what others might think or how they might judge me. But after the loss of my wife, I found myself consumed by my desires, unable to ignore the burning hunger within.

And so he began to explore, seeking out partners who could satisfy my twisted cravings. It was a dangerous game I played, walking the tightrope between pleasure and pain, between dominance and submission. But for me, there was no other way. I was a man of two sides, forever caught in the grip of my own twisted desires.

My first encounter with a young college-age woman, who had striking reddish-blonde hair and a toned, gorgeous body. Her chest was perfectly proportioned, and her stomach had rippling muscles that led down to shapely thighs and calves. Despite her lack of experience, she was willing to learn and explore her inner desires with me. She confided that she had at all times been drawn to the idea of masochism, but had never found a partner or playmate to explore it with before.

As two newbies to the world of BDSM, we were both a little apprehensive about the idea of meeting a stranger online. To ease our nerves, we decided to arrange our first meeting at a local coffee shop that we both knew and frequented. Over steaming cups of coffee, we chatted and got to know each other, discussing our likes and dislikes on numerous topics. Eventually, I mustered up the courage to ask her why she was interested in exploring BDSM, particularly masochism. She lit up with excitement and confided in me that it was a deep-seated desire of hers that she had kept hidden from the world.

After spending several hours together, we both felt a connection and exchanged numbers, agreeing to meet again letting her know that she was at all times welcome to visit me or reach out if she needed someone to talk to. With newfound excitement and anticipation, we left the coffee shop, willing to explore this new world together.

it was clear she was gonna be the dominant one in this relationship

and I accepted it, even though I had to self-reflect many times on why I wanted this type of relationship in the first place. After a few weeks of talking and getting to know each other more intimately, we finally decided to meet up for a date. She came to my place first to set the mood and she had a few ideas of how I should be properly accessorized for the night. Little did I know what she had in mind! She told me to strip once I was standing in front of her completely naked. She opened her backpack and withdrew a baggie containing heavy duty rubber bands. I was a little nervous but stood my ground, she squatted in front of me and she was now eye level with my groin. By the time she was done I had a band wrapped 3 times around the base of my cock and balls,another around the base of my balls and 2 more around each ball. Now properly accessorized and redressed we headed out.

As we hit up a few bars, she made it clear that she was out to have a good time at my expense. With a sly finesse, she executed her schemes without drawing too much attention from the crowd. The ease with which she carried herself made me wonder if she was a professional at this game. From time to time she would place her foot between my legs right on top of my swollen balls and push down until I could barely stand it. At other times she would just have her foot resting on my crotch. When we moved to the bar and sat next to each other she would simply reach out to my lap and grab hold and squeeze my nut sometimes hard, sometimes gently, but at all times with the wondered of causing me discomfort at her enjoyment.

At some point, she finally asked me how long was the longest I had ever kept rubber bands on, my face turned crimson red all I could do was turn and look at her in disbelief. I never told her that I had put them on, or that that was part of my play routine But she already knew so. I simply told her I’ve never gone over an hour. I had heard that it could be dangerous, that it could cause permanent damage or loss of those things being tied up.

The more time we spent talking the more at ease she felt and began to describe some of the more intense videos she had watched, ones that involved extreme cock and ball busting, and even some forms of electrostimulation. As she spoke, I could feel myself becoming more and more intrigued by what she was saying. There was something incredibly alluring about the idea of giving up control completely, of letting someone else take charge of your body and your pleasure.

Before I knew it, we had been talking for an hour, lost in our own little world. The bar was closing down around us, but we were in no hurry to leave. We had found something special in each other, a shared interest in something that was both taboo and exhilarating. So when we were asked to leave we headed to the beach.

As we walked down the beach, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what was to come. We had only scratched the surface of our desires, but I knew that we were both ready to explore them fully. And as we walked we, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey into the world of kink.

After searching for a while, we finally discovered a secluded spot where we could be alone. As we turned to face each other, we shared a brief kiss. When she pulled away, she inquired about the state of my cock and balls. It dawned on me that my package had been tied up for nearly two hours, and the discomfort was becoming unbearable. I confessed to her that the pain was excruciating, and I was starting to feel anxious about it.

She suggested playing a small game with a smile, and then informed me that if you ask nicely, she would release them but only after our game. I honestly did think I had a choice so I said sure.

She proceeded to explain the game where I would stand with my legs aside, and she would kick me in the groin area. As we didn’t have any dice to determine the number of kicks, she proposed to use her age(24). She then mentioned that if I fell down, it would add one more kick to the count, making the maximum number of kicks to be 48. Suddenly, a mischievous look appeared on her face, and she suggested that if any girls walked by and wanted to participate, each of them could have five kicks each. The idea of receiving 24 kicks in my balls, along with the addition of other girls, horrified me, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. But then again how could I refuse this after all it was our first time playing so I said yes.

Prior to starting the game, I inquired whether she had ever played it before. She replied in the negative and asked why. I wondered it would be better to explain a few things about male anatomy to ensure that we both enjoyed the game. I mentioned that my testicles were tied up tightly, so kicking them head-on would likely result in hitting the perineum rather than the testicles. I suggested that it would be better if she kicked me from behind while I bent forward slightly to let them hang more freely. Additionally, if she was kicking me barefoot, I advised her to use the ridge of her foot or shin, begin slowly to get the feel of it, and avoid hurting herself.

With that, the game began. I turned around, spread my legs, and rested my hands on my knees. I heard her chuckle and say, “Play ball.” As She begin slow trying her arch first then her shin with each kick she gained confidence and with that confidence the power grew it was at about 10 I wondered I might get away with only 24 at that exact moment she threw her most powerful kick yet and dropped me my whole world exploded like the Fourth of July I could hear her laughing like a little college girl. I have no idea how long she let me roll around clutching at my poor nuts but finally she touched me on the shoulder and told me to shut up and assume the position! Without any further instruction I got up and bent over. her voice sounded distant but firm. I heard her say the count is 11 and I expected you to count each one and the torment began. For the next 14 I fell each and every time. On the 24 kick she decided to let me rest a second my heart was pounding out of my chest I rolled over on my back sweat pouring off me she stood over me smiling I could tell she was loving this, she looked so gorgeous highlighted by the full moon time seemed to stand still until I heard an unfamiliar giggle.

To my horror it was three gorgeous young girls. My date/dom introduced herself and me, she explained to them that I was a masochist and she was a sadist and all that this intaled. She then explained the game and if they wanted to play they each got 5 kicks. She gave them a quick tutorial and then Instructed me to assume the position and each 1 of them took up her position and proceeded to kick thankfully the first one took pity on me and went easy the next 2 not so much in fact one of them asked my mistress if I could take my pants and underwear of so they could see what they were kicking. She wondered this was a wonderful idea so for the next what turned out to be 24 kicks (yes she told them if I fell they got an extra kick) by the time the girls were done my nuts were the size of grapefruit bleeding from spots, I was balled up whimpering I can truly say I have never felt pain like this before.

As the three girls left, they exchanged contact information with my new dom. She promised to invite them over for another session as soon as I healed up. While I lay there, the three girls walked off, and my dom stood over me with her feet on either side of my head. When I finally looked up, I saw that she was playing with herself, wearing no panties and a short skirt. When she noticed that I had regained some kind of composure, she asked if I was ready to finish her off. Weakly, I replied with whatever you desire. With that, she sat down on my face and said, “Eat my pussy. I’ll stop hitting your nuts when I cum.” She began hitting me, and I started licking and screaming into her cunt. I have no idea how long it went on, but in the end, my face was drenched in her cum, my stomach was covered in my cum, and we both were so sexually satisfied that it was unreal. The last thing she did was scoop up all my cum and feed it to me.

She finally freed my cock and balls and as she did the blood came rushing back in and starting the pain all over again. I tried to explain everything I was feeling and then she did the same. It was definitely a night of learning for both of us. We both agreed that we would be doing this again and many more things. Before I pulled my pants all the way up she reached out, cupped my balls, gave them a little squeeze and said I expected a report daily on how they’re doing. While they are healing we will discuss what other games we can play. We walked back to our cars quietly holding hands. It was an odd tender moment.

I new we should have many adventures to cum!