Reward For A Good Week at 7:30 AM

After my review on Sunday, my wife decided that she was going to make me wait for my reward. "Because you have had a really good week and I don't want to do it half-assed," she said.

I was satisfied with that answer -- in the first place, Saturday night had been so intense I wasn't sure I had the energy for anything big on Sunday. We cuddled up and I helped her to relax and get to sleep.

Monday I actually got wrapped up in work and trying to get back into the swing of things that I didn't really give it much thought... but as we were coming downstairs for bed, earlier than usual, I realized what she had in mind.

"So what would YOU like for your reward?" she asked.

Immediately I started thinking through all the scenarios in my head. I hadn't looked at my kink ideas file since Saturday so didn't really have anything right at hand. My mind went to our closet, and everything we had in there.

I threw out a couple of ideas but didn't pick any one -- wanting to give her a choice and control over the situation. We laid on the bed for a few minutes, me tickling her back and side. Finally she stopped me, turned around and looked me in the eye.

"What do YOU WANT for your reward?" She was much more forceful.

I thought about the spreader bars I made last week. When I'd been at Home Depot picking up some 1x6s a few weeks ago to try and make a pillory (since I don't have the tools to do it with 2x6s), I also picked up some wooden dowels and eye bolts. For less than 10 bucks I made two 3 foot spreader bars that work surprisingly well. I'd modeled them for her Saturday night but we didn't really play and I was curious how it would go.

"I'd like you to put me on the spreader bars and some teasing and my curiosity is still getting me on the Icy Hot." Fuck, did I really just say that? I played it back through in my head. Yeah, I did.

"Go get them," she said. I went into the closet and came back out with spreader bars, cuffs, collar and Icy Hot in hand. I set about putting on the cuffs after she placed my collar on me, then she beckoned me onto the bed, face down. She locked my feet onto the first bar and then my arms, above my head, on the second. I reveled in the helplessness but knew that I wasn't completely helpless -- while modeling them (and testing them in the first place, for that matter), I had found I could move the arm one close enough to my mouth to work the buckle on the cuffs and get out. So while not completely secured, I wasn't about to try and get out while she stood over me and planned on trying out the Icy Hot in mere moments.

Or so I thought. She went and got a few things out of the closet, coming back and laughing at my predicament. She laid her spanker down on the bed next to my face, giving me a preview of what was to come. I got up on my hands and knees for her and tried my best to leave my ass open and exposed for her. She all too happily picked up the spanker and started in on my tender flesh. It was mere seconds before she had me moaning uncontrollably.

Just as the pain started to get more intense, she stopped. She set the spanker down and got the keys, removing the spreader bars and my cuffs. She left the collar in place, got the nipple clamps and put them on me, and we started making out.

"What's got you so worked up?" I asked her.

"Thinking about the other night," she answered, grinning.

"Me too," I said as I started kissing and biting her neck. She pulled me over her body, guiding my hard member over her pussy. She played for a second and then guided it in between the folds. My heart leapt at having not been warned before hand that I would not be cumming -- I thought I had a chance.

She picked back up the spanker and had me moaning and on edge in seconds. "Princess, may I cum?" I asked.

"No," she answered, practically laughing. I tried to focus on the fire in my ass and radiating from my nipples and managed a few minutes of holding myself back from the edge but then it was all suddenly there. I had to stop, completely, and force myself to focus on breathing very slowly.

As it turned out, this all happened while she was very close to an orgasm and I worried that my stopping would cause her to lose her edge... luckily she was just close enough to squeeze a small one out despite my complete lack of motion for the moment.

We played like that for a few more minutes until she pushed me off of her. I laid on the bed next to her for a minute until she rolled over and asked, "Do you still want to try the Icy Hot?"

Shit. I'd forgotten. Yes and no... maybe... I went back and forth in my head before I finally took a deep breath and said yes.

Wait, yes? Yeah, that was what I said. Shit. She grabbed the bottle and opened it up. I laid back and closed my eyes, trying to guess what it would feel like (I'd never tried it and wasn't sure at all what to expect -- right after we got it I tried some on my finger but fingers are FAR less sensitive than my junk). She put on what felt like a lot and just laid back.

At first, nothing. It seemed like it might have about as much effect as it did on my finger. I was relieved. Boy was I wrong.

Just about the time my wife was joking about the point where the label says that it is flammable and to keep it away from flame, fire tore across my balls. It felt like an oil refinery fire in the movies, where the fire starts at one point and races as fast as it can to completely fill the area. I looked at them, expecting to see something, anything, but all there was to see were my balls, plain as every day, from the outside there was nothing wrong.

From my perspective, I was wondering what the hell I had been thinking.if you'e never tried it, it burns, HOT, for a minute or two and then fades... only to come back again a minute or two later. She laid next to me, keeping my still, grinning evilly as the heat peaked and all I could do was lay there and force myself to breath and pray that the fire would go away. At one point she said to me, "I have bad news for you baby."

Despite trying to force myself to stay still, focusing most of my energy on the soul-crushing heat in my testicles, I managed to put together what she was going to say next. "You like it?"

"I do... you could be in real trouble."

When am I gonna learn to keep my mouth shut?!?

She let it go on for a while and then started trying to comfort me. At one point she was cupping my balls to try and give me relief, only to find that it had the opposite effect -- it made it heat up faster and hotter than just air on skin alone. I had to ask her to move her hand, which she did, and sit through the fire a lot sooner than I was ready.

This, of course, just gave her another idea. She let me lay there for a minute before warning me she was going to do it again. I laid back and tried to take it as well as I could, focusing on my breathing and trying to keep it steady. As the heat slowly built back up I started losing my focus, I had no chance of just laying through this. I started thrusting my hips, trying to get any sensation other than burning out of the area, and still she kept her hand firmly cupped over my balls. It got intense and I asked her if she could move it... "No," she said, smiling. Watching me writhe in pain beneath her. Watching me suffer because now she wanted me to, not because I was curious.

Finally she removed her hand when she was ready. Exposed to the air, the flames fanned hotter for a second before starting to cool. After she saw me relaxing a little she told me I could go ahead and try to wash it off -- to no avail. It had soaked into the skin enough that neither wash cloth nor shower was enough to stop the burning. I did my best to help her get to sleep while still dealing with pain off and on. It was getting less frequent and less intense but still there and very noticeable.

All I know after that is I had better be on my best behavior! No way I would try that willingly again!

Before drifting off to sleep, she asked me, "Do you feel rewarded?" A funny question to ask someone whose balls are on fire.

"Yes, I do Princess. Thank you for tonight." A funny sentiment from someone struggling to remember that there was no actual fire.

I finally fell asleep despite the sensation. I still don't think I've learned when to shut up.