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D o most women like to perform penis torture on men?

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N ot "most" but some.

That sort of thing is not for me but, if it is consensual, I see nothing wrong with it.
N o i torture my husband by making him open his wallet to buy me nice things,that the worst kind of torture for my hubby.
Y es, He enjoys it as long as I stay within some limits. So if I'm pleasing him it's fun. Plus I get a bit of Revenge for the times when he is acting like a butt!

Gail
D o you mean like the simpson's whacking day yeow!
u h............................................................................................................NO.
Y es, sure. I know at about 10 women who are especially excited to torture my penis by whipping, pulling, waxing and pushing needles through my foreskin.Some of them are also fond of hanging heavy weights on my balls and whipping the balls.

Most of them appreciate also to torture my nipples as hard as they can.

I believe that nearly every woman would be ready - from time to time - to perform hard cock & ball and nipple torture on men.
w hen I was 16 I payed this guy fifty bucks to let me near castrate him. He took off his clothes and when I saw his penis, I was happy. I rubbed his little nuts until his penis got erect and then Wham! I slapped it hard. I slapped his dick until it was rock hard and bright red and then I began walking on it barefoot, using my big toe to gring the head of his cock into paste. I kicked him in the testicles about fifty times, until he was crying, and then kneed him ten more times hard. I squeezed his balls until they were at the point of popping and then I kicked him in the crotch again. i continued this torture until his penis was black and blue, and one of his nuts was ruptured, and then left. LOL!!!!!
C arly, where do you live i would let you do this to me as much as you like please let me know if you would like to do that to me.
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She walked around the desk. I stood up.
She led me to a small room. It was like my doctor’s room.
“Please remove your clothes, Peter. Here is a gown for you. Our doctor will need to give you a short medical check, and measure your present weight without clothing. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes”.
She left the room. I undressed, and put on the gown. I sat on the bench, and waited.
The doctor came in. She was a powerful-looking woman with short blond hair. Another woman came in with her. She also looked strong.
“Good afternoon, Peter. Please step onto the scales. And you will need to slip off your gown too. We need your exact weight, without clothes”.
I was embarrassed by this, but did as she asked.
“Very good. You may put your gown back on. Please sit on the bench”.
She gave me a short medical examination.
“That’s all good” she said at last. “Have you had a tetanus injection within the last five years?”
“Then I recommend that you have one, since you will be on a farm for your training. I can give you one now, if you wish”.
“Ok, thanks, let’s do that” I said.
She prepared a hypodermic needle.
She looked at me, as if she was trying to say something.
“This also contains a sedative, Peter. Is that ok? You can still refuse if you wish. You still have 24 hours to change your mind, so you may want to wait before getting this shot. So if you don’t want the shot, just say, and I’ll tell them you declined.”
“I don’t understand. Why would I refuse? I want to do this” I said.
She gave me the injection. I immediately felt the effect. I felt sleepy.
“There. No turning back now! Not for you! Lie down on the bench and rest. You’ll be asleep in a few seconds now. We’ll take care of you from now on, Peter” she said.
I lay down. I suddenly felt enormously tired. “Good luck with your new life, Peter” I heard her say. She seemed to be a long way away.
I was not aware of falling asleep, or of sleeping at all, but I must have, because I suddenly woke up.
I was in a different room, which I did not recognize. Time must have passed. I was lying on a stretcher. A Lady I hadn’t seen before stood before me. I had some kind of jacket on. When I tried to sit up, I found I was held down. And my arms were held across my chest by the jacket. I realized it was a strait jacket, strapped tight. I realized I was naked under the canvas jacket.
“Relax, Peter.You have been asleep for 24 hours. We have put you in a lunatic restraint, a strait jacket, as a precaution.” said the Lady “You are perfectly safe, but you won’t be able to get out of that restraint, so don’t bother fighting against it. It’s just a standard precaution. We put you in it while we were transporting you here, while you were asleep, just in case you woke up early. I’ll take if off in a few minutes. Just relax”.
I stopped struggling against the straps, and lay still. She looked down at me, and smiled.
“I welcome you to your new life, Peter. 24 hours have elapsed, so your contract is now fully in effect. You can’t cancel it now. I am your Supervisor. You are now at our Farm. This is where you will serve out the terms of your contract. As you recall, you agreed to the training course that we have devised. Our course is designed to harden males physically, reduce their weight to a value proper for a healthy male, and to modify their male impulses as required for the service of women. For new entrants, this means we need to use methods which require some degree of compulsion. And that includes you, Peter! You probably didn’t realize it, but the contract you signed contained your agreement to be committed here for the term of the contract. We therefore have the legal right to use enforcement. And we intend to!”
She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!”
I still felt sleepy. I must surely be hallucinating from the drug. I could not believe what I was hearing. What on earth was she talking about? Male slaves? She obviously hasn’t heard about gender equality! Time for me to straighten this out…..
“Excuse me? Miss? Miss Supervisor? You are making a mistake, I’m not here for....” I started to explain….
“Be quiet!” she shouted. I was immediately silent. She was quite frightening when she spoke like that! She was very angry!
She took a breath. I did not dare move. I could not, anyway, in the strait jacket. She was clearly angry.
“Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later”
She went on. “This farm is owned by a private group of Ladies, who wish to hold men as slaves. We mean real slaves, not pretend slaves. We therefore seek out suitable men, men who are able to make the needed financial and time commitment, and we then train them to be slaves. REAL slaves. You have been selected, Peter. You are now an inmate, and you will now, in your turn, be trained to be a slave. Your weight loss will be attained, although it is just a small part of your training here.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it again when I saw her expression. She obviously had some big hang up with me speaking. I did not wish to chance my luck about that. I would wait until I was out of this strait jacket, and this mistake was sorted out. Something very strange was going on here, or maybe I was still dreaming.
She continued. “This is real, Peter, not a dream, not just another of your story-fantasies! We have read your stories, of course! They are amusing stories. But now, you are about to experience the reality! This time, it’s not a story! This time, you find out what it’s like, to be a slave, for real!”
“Now. Listen up.You need to learn the facts of life here. Women are in charge here. You, as a male, have no say. None at all. This is a private organization of dominant, sadistic women. Our primary purpose is to find suitable males (like you, Peter), make them into slaves, and keep them to suffer for our enjoyment. But, we are also practical…..this place needs a lot of work and upkeep, so we also use our male slaves for the labour we need. The arrangement works out very well! This is NOT one of your foolish fantasies, Peter! This is a real, working farm, with REAL slaves doing REAL work”
She laughed at my expression. “You no doubt thinking that you are not a slave. Is that right? All men think that! It’s no problem! We have developed methods which efficiently transform any man, even the most arrogant, self-willed ones (like you, Peter!) into good slaves. Our methods are very simple: we keep our slaves chained, and we enforce our strict rules with severe punishments. Our methods have worked on every man who has ever come here. Our methods have never yet failed to make a man into a slave!”
“Our standard punishment is a hard leather strap, applied to the slave’s buttocks until he is red and sore. Our approach might seem cruel, but we have tried other methods, and find ours is the most efficient. We have found that a heavy leather strap, used firmly and strictly, without regard to begging, produces total obedience in a very short time. The use of an individual chain for each prisoner prevents escape, eliminates the need for constant supervision, and allows our slaves to work at their individual work places without any possibility of escape. So we have a very practical system, as you will find out”.
“We have rules, some of which you should know right away: you may not speak without permission. You must obey orders from any free person without hesitation or comment. When you are in the presence of a free person, you must kneel and keep your eyes down. That is all you need to know for now. You can learn our other rules as you go along. Once you have heard a rule, be aware that you will be severely punished if you disobey!”
“You will also have weekly strappings, as a routine matter. All our slaves are strapped, every Sunday afternoon. Only 20 strokes, not too many. These weekly strappings provide a regular reminder of your status here, and a reminder of the penalty for not being a good slave. If you are a good slave, you will probably not get any more additional strokes. You will just get your usual 20 every week. But if you choose to be a bad slave, you will find that each of your errors will be noted by a black mark in the Punishment book, and you will receive fifty additional strokes for each black mark. After you have felt the strap, you will be completely obedient, I assure you! And if not, we will be happy to repeat the lesson!”
I was quite scared by this tirade. It sounded exactly like one of the mad fantasies I had written. Was this woman insane? Nothing like this could really exist. And I had come here to lose some weight, not to be a slave. What in hell was going on here? Why was I in a strait jacket?
“Now, you may speak, Peter. But be brief! I honestly do not have a lot of patience with male slaves” she said hotly.
“Thank you, Miss. I don’t know what to say! I think there’s been a mistake. This has nothing to do with my stories. I’m just here for a weight loss course. I don’t know anything about what you….”
I decided I should stop there. She was staring at me, and she did not look pleased.
She was indeed angry. “I don’t care what you ‘thought’, Peter! This is real! You signed the contract! A legal contract, and you SIGNED it! You probably didn’t read it, but that’s your problem. So forget what ‘you thought’! You are an inmate here now! You are a male slave! You had better learn the rules here, and fast! I don’t have any more patience with you! You must start to learn, or you must suffer the consequences!”
She was flushed, and angry. I was afraid.
“Let’s get on with this!” She said. She turned to the tray beside my stretcher.
She took what looked like a miniature steel bracelet up from the tray. I was naked below my waist except that the strait jacket had a strap passing under my crotch, and my ankles felt like they were strapped down. I felt her pick up my limp penis, and close the steel bracelet around it. It closed with a metallic click. It was a snug fit on my penis. It felt cold. I felt a slight pricking feeling as it snapped shut. The feeling quickly faded.
She dropped my penis, with the bracelet device locked on it. “This is your Kali Bracelet! All initial slaves have to wear these. It prevents masturbation. It has many small spikes on the interior surface, so that you will experience increasing pain if you begin to get an erection. You will find that this will immediately stop any erection. It will be unlocked for cleaning once each week.You will only be allowed to masturbate once each week, under close supervision. You’ll learn all about these rules later”.

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The most dreadful punishment imaginable !
A whip with a hardened knot on the end that comes down square on the anus. This is an exquisite pain.
It's difficult to hit the anus so I insist the victim lies on the floor and spreads his cheeks with his hands. One of the subtleties of this punishment is keeping the cheeks apart because the natural reaction is to clench the buttocks. If I feel the whip hasn't hit the spot, then I give the stroke again.
What does it feel like? It makes you feel faint. Here's one I did earlier. Nice bruising.
View the full glory of the anus by double-clicking the image .

Where I grew up, in south Wales, this fearsome item is called a dapper. It's a plimsoll or old-fashioned running shoe. I say fearsome because you certainly would not want to receive this more than once. Pupils with certain bravado might think they can take a number of strokes but they soon learn respect for the dapper.
I like a good hard, traditional beating using plimsolls and that means getting the culprit to touch his toes and bringing the shoe down with a resounding smack. Should he move when the stroke has been given then I can add a couple of extras until he learns that when I say touch your toes, I don't mean dance around like a whirling dervish.

The bastinado has absolutely nothing to commend it. It is just very, very painful, pure and simple. This is applied across the soles of the feet; it's applied hard. You'll certainly know you've got a pair of feet when you start walking after this punishment.
I find it amusing to use this on those who believe they are pain sluts.
I like to have you strapped to the cross for this.
Once I have you bound, I shall gently caress your penis, I might apply a little baby oil to start the proceedings to get you more sensitive. Then, after a short massage I shall begin. Although I have a great many instruments to torture the penis and testicles, my favourite method is to use my fingers. There is something deeply satisfying about using the fingertips and fingernails to torture as opposed to using an implement; it's so tactile, so personal and so intimate. I'm amazed at just how torturous one little finger can be when applied in the right place.
The foreskin (on those who have not been circumcised) can be pulled back as far and as fast as it will go, exposing your tender parts to my gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, touch. Those who have been circumcised can suffer just as much.
I shall hold you firmly and then slowly find all those extra sensitive spots on your penis. While you're exposed like this I shall torture you and make your knees buckle. I like to pinch and nip at your penis and testicles with my sharp fingernails. You can be squeezed, rubbed, pinched, twisted and teased for as long as I want.
When I've had my fill of gently torturing your penis then I'll put your testicles in bondage, separating them at the same time. That way I can tease them individually with my fingernails. Then we can concentrate on the perineum to get those juices flowing and get you really hot.
Afterwards, I shall probably rub the delicate tip of your penis with some surgical spirit and then you'll know you've been teased by Miss Spiteful.
Rodding Out (Turkish Naval Punishment)
"For various breaches of discipline they used a small leather strap on the feet (with the man face up on the floor), or a cane to the hands (good cure for masturbation), or a strap on the wet thighs and buttocks (with the man over a gym horse). For promiscuous behaviour they had a special punishment called "rodding out" that involved thrusting an uneven instrument repeatedly into the miscreants rear end. All these punishments were
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