He managed to hold up his head and then he could see that she was attaching small, metal clamps to his nuts.  With each one that she attached, he jumped as it pricked him. “How does that feel?” she asked him as she fixed on the final grip so that they were all over his testicle sac.  “It hurts,” he complained.  “Please, whatever you want, I agree to it.  You’ve won.  I was wrong.  But please stop now.” “Stop!” she exclaimed.  “You come round here and try to molest me, your wife’s sister, and then you ask me to stop.  You’ll have to grovel a lot more than that.” “Okay, I beg you,” he implored.  “I beg you.  Please..?” It pleased Caroline to hear him begging.  She knew that he wasn’t entirely to blame, but she had always wanted to act out a dom-sub scene with a man, hence the reason that she had bought the kinky toys.  She had read in a magazine that the most painful part of putting clips on a man’s balls, was the removal of them.  One by one, she flicked the clips off with her hand.  John screamed and she could see that little drops of blood were dotted all over his scrotum. When she had slapped away all the clamps, she told him to get up.  He took some time to compose himself and eventually dragged himself to his feet.  By this time, Caroline was impatient and angry.   “Hurry!” she yelled. The sharp heel of her boot stamped down hard onto his foot.  John yelped with pain. “Oh, shut up, you little wimp,” she said, as she watched him dancing around on his other foot. Almost instinctively, her hand grabbed his balls and clenched them.  She kept yelling at him to shut up, but he would not obey her.  Then her clenched fist struck him squarely across the nuts and he fell over. As he lay on the floor, grumbling and groaning, she casually sat back and lit a cigarette.  As he writhed and rolled about in agony, she set about him with her spiked heels. “Get up,” she demanded.  “On your knees.  Open you mouth.”