[waki86] the new journey .

[Tongue+groove]

. But she does not make it easy for me.

We have an expression around our house, “if it were easy then everyone would be doing it”

[waki86]

. But she does not make it easy for me.

We have an expression around our house, “if it were easy then everyone would be doing it”

A nice saying.

Here we say if you don't try you don't know if you will succeed.
In the meantime I have found a way to finally get them the way Miss R likes them.
It was easier than I initially thought.
Namely keep them cool, then they shrink.
Just like so many things shrink when you cool them.

[waki86]

She is proud of me.

Finally I found a way to fulfill Miss R's wish.
To make her balls nice and tight in warm weather and to keep them that way.
At first I thought I had to stay aroused as much as possible, which worked reasonably well after the WNBR.
But as the temperatures warmed up that didn't work anymore.
I remembered that in the beginning of our chastity,
Miss R used ice to shrink Mr. pomukelte during a cage change.
So this should also work for her balls, now I just have to find a way to cool them.
For me it is forbidden territory.
I am only allowed to touch the balls when I am depilating them, and then only under the watchful eye of Miss R.
And dab them lightly when I have been to the toilet.
For the rest it is forbidden territory.
The only way is that they hang in a bowl full of ice without me having to touch them.
But that turned out not to be as easy as I thought, now that they are lifted.
Eventually I came up with the idea to saw half a circle out of a plastic bowl so that they would hang in it without me touching them.
Then I only had to make sure that when I sat down they fell in.
Or hold the bowl filled.

When I showed Miss R what I had come up with she was delighted to see it.
A ball cooler, to keep them nice and tight I said.
You see, if I keep challenging you you will eventually come up with a solution she said.
This means that if it works I will never have hanging balls again.
She took the bowl and walked to the fridge and filled it with ice cubes and gave it to me.
I held it under the balls.
Now some small fruit and syrup and it wouldn't look out of place on the table as a dessert, laughed Miss R.
Balls on ice, she laughed.
She took raspberries, blueberries and strawberries and put them next to it.
Yes, perfect for on the table, some more home-made milk on top, and it's a perfect summer refreshment.
I thought, what have I gotten myself into now.
While I stood there, Miss R ate the fruit one by one.

After 10 minutes the balls had become ice cold which felt nice.
It was an exciting sight that Miss R ate the fruit while the balls were on ice.
She then grabbed them and said, also very refreshing for the hands.
And she played with them.
Nice and cold, tight and smooth just the way I like them best.
And also delicious to lick and eat.
She bent over, licked the balls and bit them softly.
This asks for more she said laughing.
She went back to the fridge and filled the bowl with ice again and put it on the table.
I hang them there so that I can have my extra portion of fruit.
She put more fruit next to it, poured some syrup over it.
And started eating which she enjoyed very much.
Then she took the balls that were also full of syrup in her mouth and licked it off.
Delicious ice cream she said, cool, refreshing with a taste.
You can keep offering them to me like that all summer long she said.

Of course I don't mind, more attention for me.
Win, win for both of us.
Miss R her beautiful tight balls, extra cooled ice cream with something extra.
And I more ball time.
The days after she enjoyed it even more and received compliments from her that her balls looked beautiful and good. And that they were offered to her in a beautiful way.
I was really happy that I could now give her what she found important and that she enjoyed it.

Sunday morning when she was enjoying her dessert she said the girls are coming today.
I invited them to come and swim in the pool.
I hope you keep my balls this nice all day long, while she ate her fruit.
Of course I will do that again how important you find it.
I will take good care of your balls.
Of course you will do that while she continued to eat.
To make sure that you really do that, whenever I see that they are hanging you will punish me with the dildo.
That will not be necessary I said somewhat shocked.
For me there is nothing more humiliating than me sitting on the dildo when someone is there.
I don't like it that they know, let alone that they see it.
Sunday went well, everyone enjoyed themselves in the pool.
Miss R had her new bikini on, a beautiful red one with panties that could be clicked onto her freutoy.
Everyone looked beautiful and great.
I made sure they didn't lack anything. I dried them off when they got out of the pool, put sunscreen on them when necessary.
I also had the right prostate plug for that occasion with the piece and the bright red stone.
So that it matched nicely with Miss R's freutoy.
And made no effort to hide it.

Afterwards, Miss R said that she was proud of me.
I had shown how dedicated I was to her and proudly showed that I belong to her.
Even her girl friends had complimented her on that.
And had enjoyed how helpful I was to them and offered myself.
I myself enjoyed it too, even though I had to make sure that everything stayed okay.
With in the back of my mind that I could get punished.
That night Miss R skipped the milking.
And enjoyed the orgasms that I was allowed to give her even more, which was an extra reward for me.
I keep it cool, you get the best.
I said to Miss R, making her laugh.
Whatever task I give you, no matter how difficult it is for you.
You don't give up and eventually you find a way to accomplish that task.
And eventually you enjoy that you succeeded.
Now I have the most beautiful, dedicated man I could ever wish for, said Miss R
. I said with the most beautiful balls in the entire universe.
Yes and the most delicious tongue and fingers.

[waki86]

She is obsessed.

From the moment I came up with the idea of cooling the balls, to meet Miss R's ideal image.
That her balls should always look nice and tight and full.
She is completely obsessed with the balls.
According to Miss R, they look even better now than before.
Even though it wasn't very warm for a few days, and I didn't think it was necessary to cool them.
She insisted that I did.
She also thought that I should offer them to her as a kind of dessert.
So that she could enjoy her balls even more.
Where the balls would be the icing on the cake, and she could lick and suck them.

The first few days I loved it, especially the extra attention.
It felt wonderful how she licked and sucked the balls.
But at the end of the week the frustration struck.
Got so excited every time that I preferred to stay away from it I can't take it anymore.
She noticed that and said, finally you don't enjoy it anymore.
What is good for you, so you know it's not your balls but mine and I should enjoy it.
Every time you cool them you show it to me.
I then judge the balls on firmness, mouth feel.
This resulted in even more frustrated excitement.
Standing in front of her with a bowl full of ice cubes, where I'm not allowed to look at her or move and pay no further attention to it. Sometimes I stand like that for half an hour, and then all the ice has melted.
And when she checks, grabs, massages, licks and sucks.
They become limp afterwards and I have to start all over again.

According to Miss R, it is my fault that I did not try hard enough to keep them that way.
And what must others think if they do not stay that nice.
And I keep thinking, finally I have something that I also enjoy and enjoy. But it feels more like a kind of torture and humiliation. Where the balls are judged on how they look.
A few times she did not think the dessert was good enough.
I do not want them like that, go back and make sure it looks tasty. She does not say what she does not like.
Which makes it extra difficult for me.
In addition, when someone is there, she wants me to be there with the bowl full of ice cubes where the balls hang in and with fruit.
So that the cooled fruit can be enjoyed.
And I have to make sure that the fruit stays fresh and does not get soggy.
Miss R has become so obsessed with her balls.
That there is no more fun for me to get.

Just one more week and then we'll leave for France again.
And hopefully I can enjoy all the peace and quiet there.
And I won't have to meet Miss R's expectations anymore.
And the balls will just be my own balls again that can hang as they want.
There will be no cage change as I had hoped.
But stay in this dickless one.
I had spoken to Thomas and they are there too.
Which makes it more fun for me to have a chaste buddy.

[Nick0965]

You are obviously very fortunate in how your balls hang and in how your scrotum reacts to cooler weather.

I have just spent two weeks on the continent in very warm weather, and then returned to the UK to a bit of a heatwave. So, I've had over three weeks of dangling balls which has been blissful. Today, the weather has cooled noticeably, and my scrotum has begun its retraction - my balls are normally high and tight. I can feel the change immediately, and there is a constant nagging feeling where the balls are pulled slowly but surely into the gap between ring and cage. Hoping that my left ball won't do the "escape" thing again!

[Chosen_Jackal]

I just want to say that it’s wise to be careful with prolonged cooling of the balls with ice.
You can risk nerve damage if you overdo it and it’s often hard to detect at first as the ice has a numbing effect.
30 minutes of contact seems a little risky to me.