A friend of the Posse was invited to come play with us the other night when we were shooting pictures for our website.

Destructo is her clown name.

Destructo, by the way, is quite the experienced Top from what I had heard.

Shortly after she arrived, she asked me to help her find her inner clown. I was more than happy to oblige.

I painted her mouth like a bright red stick of dynamite with a fuse that traced the outline of her cheek and forehead and came down into the middle of her forehead in a fiery-lit fuse. By the time I had finished just her mouth, I had wanted to ask her to go down on me with that bright red dynamite mouth of hers.

I painted it slightly off center and with the fuse hooking off under her left eye and curling out in front of her ear like a flapper girl's curly cue hair lock which blended in with Destructo's very sexy hair cut. We both agreed when I was painting her nose that we were going to have to make her a 3D foam Black Bomb nose (with fuse) for next time. I saw her earlier wearing a cheap red round foam nose and it looked really hot on her.

Hey, here's a cute idea. Let's skip ahead to "Later on" ;-D

So "later on" some of us are in the kitchen enjoying refreshments. Destructo and myself were present. We had just gotten done taking turns beating Flambeau with a giant egg beater which I had scored earlier that night at Smart and Final when Ouchy and I were making the beverage run.

After Flambeau was done with his beating I quite selfishly asked Destructo if she'd work my back with the egg beater which I knew would give me that heavy impact *THUD!* kind of pain I like (I'm a total pussy with sharp whip or ridding crop pain. No Sir, I don't like it). Normally I also don't like getting my ass spanked because it's more sensitive to that "sharp" feeling which I'm not too fond of. But Destructo was able to go over my ass with that egg beater and managed to hit me with that perfect level of severity so that I would enjoy it. I never once told her I didn't like getting my ass spanked. I think she just has a finely attuned ear for what kind of yelp or cry means, "No I don't really like that at all, I'm about to use my safe-word" or "wow, that really hurt but you are pushing me into a place that until now I hadn't thought I would enjoy so much". Call it sixth sense, call it true professionalism, Destructo had my complete trust.

I was now willing to do things with her that I wouldn't trust anyone else to do.

At that point she stuck the egg beater handle between my ass cheeks and told me to clamp it there until they could get a picture of it.

One of the clowns present started to laugh loudly and said, "In my whole life I don't think I could have ever expected to hear someone contemplating such thing as how to hang a GIANT egg beater from thier testes".
I too chuckled at how comical and surreal it all was. I milked my the situation just a bit more by saying, "I wonder if I could wrap them around the tip where all the wires come together and tie them in place just below it."

I bust myself up sometimes.

At this point in the conversation, Destructo chimes in, "Would you like me to get my cock strings?"

I revealed to her and all present that I've never really had my cock or balls tied up before.

"Cock and Ball Torture is my specialty actually", she says.

"Well I'm quite sure I don't want dick stepped on or my balls kicked......but I am now curious about what it would feel like to have my cock and balls tied up in a manner like they do with Japanese rope bondage on large breasts. Would you like to show me?"

I would never have asked anyone else to do such a thing to me, but Destructo had earned my complete trust. Destructo said she'd love to and went to get her bag.

This is the part of the story where the narrator normally would say to himself, "What the hell did I just get myself into?!", but I felt safe in Destructo's care and actually looked forward to this new experience I was going to have.

A short while later she layed me down on the couch. She shows me the strings she's chosen for this. All brightly colored. Nice touch. And then she set to work very quickly and in precise movements wrapping these satin threads around my shaft and balls like a cock ring.

It felt rather sensual and heavenly like a silk worm spinning a cocoon around me. I was getting into the feeling of this and thinking this is quite pleasant when with a quick little jerk, all those threads tightened up.

My breath immediately sucked in tightly by the suddenness of her action and the pain.

A split second later though and the pain was gone and the silk threads were still tight. I found that I liked what I was experiencing. As pleasurable as this was though, this wasn't the type of stuff that gets me hard. OHHHH, it was most sensual and very stimulating, but for me at least, as much as I enjoy BDSM, it's not about being stimulated in that way or coming.

Well, at that moment I got my first taste of what I had so badly wanted earlier when I was painting Destructo's red mouth. I saw those beautiful red lips make a very intent beeline for my cock. Her lips closed in tight around the base of my shaft and her tongue expertly rotated around my cock as she bobbed her head up and down. While she stimulated and loosened my contracted shaft moaned in ecstasy. After a few more swallows of my shaft, I was half erect. Destructo then set to work on tying up my penis.

Now what I imagined she would do is something not unlike what she did before. Start at the base, and work her way up the shaft a little and tighten, so that eventually I'd be all snug and constricted on the bottom half and swollen and exposed at the top. But Destructo had something planned for me that I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined.

She told me that she was going to give me a whirly bird and explained to me what a whirly bird is as she quickly wrapped the silk strings up along my penis. The strings weren't painfully tight but I knew what she was going to do next. I was in a state of relaxed suspense. When she reached the top, she looked up at me and asked, "Ready?"

I nodded.

She then yanked on the strings straight up into the air and my penis twirled around like a helicopter rotor around the tightening strings. The sensation of my dick rapidly twirling was almost like a vibrator. And it wasn't all that painful. Of course it's quite possible I went from 0 - 60 on the endorphin meter and just didn't feel it.

As she yanked, I let out a big "WHAOH"

Afterwards she asked, "Did you like that?"

My brain rapidly processed all of this sudden and strange stimulus and came back with a reply.

"YYYEEEEEE-HAAAAA-HUH-HA!"

She smiled and said, "OK, this time I'm going to do a whirly bird on both your cock and balls at the same time." I gave her an exited nod. I then leaned back with a smile on my face and relaxed.

I had crossed the line.

I knew that this time there would be no question about whether I'd be feeling pain or not and I not only was ready for it. I wanted it. It was at this exact moment I think this picture, which inspired me to retell these moments, took place.

Well, that particular photo and moment is what this whole story is really all about. That moment where I completely and uncaringly let myself go.

The End

What's that? What happened next?

Well, that's not really all that important is it? I mean the story is really about trust and..Oh Fine!

She gave those strings a good yank and for the first time in my life I experienced sickening pain on a truly sexual level.

Then she and I laughed uncontrollably.

Happy now?

;-)

XOXOXOXO

Ropesy