Female led relationships discussion

Hello everyone; A joke circulating in “Redneck Land” has many women telling unsuspecting men about it. It draws a parallel between the pain women feel during childbirth and the pain men experience when struck hard in their testicles. The punch line arrives as the woman tells her victim: “I’ve heard plenty of girls say they’d want another baby, but I’ve NEVER heard a man say he wants to get punched in the nuts again! Have you??” Right before asking that question, she punches him as hard as she can right into his balls! When we renewed our marriage vows and started this female-led phase of life, Goddess Tigger and I spent plenty of time discussing our shared life and what each of us wanted from the relationship. One topic was how we disagreed during arguments. From my view, she would “talk down” to me, causing me to instantly get defensive and resent her for bruising my ego. She saw that same scenario as me not listening to her, taking her thoughts lightly, or ignoring her ideas completely. After lots of talking, we found an alternative way to handle these moments. We decided that instead of nagging or arguing, she would send her displeasure directly to my testicles. Part of my chastity agreement says that my nuts belong to her to use however and whenever she wishes. So now, rather than having a verbal fight, I willingly offer up my balls for her to “educate” me about my behavior on command. The logic is simple: I will DEFINITELY give Tigger all my attention when she has hold of my testicles, and I’m far less likely to forget what she’s saying. For me, it feels much more manly having her handle my balls instead of just yelling at me. We BOTH WIN!! We all know you don’t need a “rocket scientist” to swat a pair of balls hard enough to hurt a guy. However, it takes a true artist to deliver those deliciously wicked moves designed to slowly but surely build up the pain down there, then hit with the “grand finale” and leave him writhing in agony while wishing it wouldn’t stop. I am living proof that a man can endure severe testicle trauma without physical harm if the torture is applied correctly. When Tigger decides I need correction or punishment, she has me sit on a bar stool with my pants lowered enough to expose my genitals and spread my knees wide apart, as she says: “Present yourself.” Then she sits on a stool in front of me and presses her legs against my knees so I can’t flinch or close them to protect myself. Depending on how badly I’ve misbehaved, she decides whether to leave my Queen’s Keep in place. If she takes it off, I know severe agony awaits! She then blindfolds me and asks: “Do you know what you did to deserve this?” Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t, but she starts by placing each nut between her thumb and first two fingers, moving them back and forth. As they shift inside my sack, when they pop out from under her fingers, a sharp pain shoots through me. She squeezes tighter and tighter, and the pain gradually rises. While this happens, I’m told what has annoyed her. Then she brings out a simple tablespoon, though it’s quite heavy. Starting lightly and hitting progressively harder, she strikes first one ball, then the other with the spoon. Each time, the pain escalates, moving from my sack up into the pit of my stomach. Once she finishes tapping with the spoon, she asks: “Have you learned anything yet?” She gives me a moment to think about answering while gently grasping the skin above my balls and forming a ring with her thumb and forefinger, bunching them together so they can’t escape. While I ponder how to reply, she makes a fist and starts rolling my exposed testicles against each other, pushing harder as she works. The pain builds up as she demands: “Well, ANSWER ME!!” If I don’t answer promptly enough for her satisfaction, she takes her fist and raps my balls like knocking on a door, saying: “Knock knock, are you in there?” If I’m too slow to respond, she keeps knocking, harder each time until I do. Each strike sends pain shooting through my balls up into my stomach and beyond. When she decides I’ve likely had enough, she says, “OK, I guess I’ll let you go, but you must promise me to do better.” I always reply: Yes, my Goddess, whatever YOU WISH!!” Then she adds: “OK, here’s one last hit so you won’t forget!” and smashes her fist into my wide-open testicles with all her might, then squeezes them tightly. That final blow has actually made me vomit a time or two! There is one more thing. She knows that letting me ejaculate will ease some of the pain. She begins stroking my penis while gently massaging my painful balls and asks: “Would you like to come, Pooh?” I ALWAYS say: “Yes, please, I really NEED relief!” Sometimes she allows it, but often she just edges me, AND GOD, THAT HURTS SO MUCH WORSE!!! By now, you might think I’d have learned my lesson, but the truth is, I’m actually coming to enjoy the pain!! It’s SO MUCH BETTER than being yelled at or nagged!! I LOVE YOU GODDESS TIGGER!!!!!!

And they say men think with their cocks and balls; well, here is definite proof that's not entirely correct. Would this method work for someone with bunions? I have to say Pooh, you either have steel nuts or your nerves are dead from the waist down! lol;)