Sneaky Endorphins

When we ordered another toy a very thin black plastic strip was included. It looks completely useless. But the impact can really sting, repeated blows at a fast clip create a burning sensation.

That, the Jack-in-the-Pulpit, a triangle Taylor hammer and a pair of forceps were the devices Alexandra had in hand for working over my penis.

It was meant to be a test to see how much my penis could tolerate and I was expecting to wimp out speedily.

The Jack-in-the-Pulpit barely produced any sensation. But after a minute or two the little black strip’s blows really began to sting. And the impact of the small side of the Taylor hammer was unearthly.

Pain is very much a four-letter word in genital torture.

My penis became very confused trying to distinguish pain from pleasure as Alexandra worked it over. I think I may lots of odd noises but my attention had a tight focus. When she started concentrating on the glans and tip the jumble of hurt and delight grew ever stronger.

This had started as an almost clinical test. After less than half an hour my brain had fried and a flood of endorphins left me happy and giddy. (Now if the Wartenberg wheel had been added … )

Later Alexandra took me for my first walk in the garden since she’s been home. I fear the blur of the preceding may have left me unable to really demonstrate my appreciation. But I can never tire of crawling behind her as her devoted human pet.

Old fantasy: Taylor Hammer Torture.