Tina, my once staid and sexually conservative wife, had now been gradually reducing my active sexual functioning for a period of months. During that time she had •got me to accept that I would never have sex with her again •reduced me to wanking into condoms while dressed in girly panties, stockings, suspenders and other women's lingerie •established a weekly routine of feeding me back any cum I dared produce over the preceding seven days •taken off her wedding ring, and made me wear it on my 'cockette' instead, tightly constricting my penis just behind the head. Her next step (or in reality -- still unknown to me -- the next step of the "real man" who was cuckolding me with her) was to introduce me to the concept of ball-stretching. This might be better called "scrotum-stretching", for the idea is to pull down a man's balls, slowly and progressively stretching and loosening the spermatic cords which link the testicles to the penis. To be effective, it has to be done in stages, progressively lengthening the maximum stretch of the ball sac. Once the process has been started heavy steel weights of varying depth can be clamped around the scrotum between the extended balls themselves and the penis. This has the effect of making the stretchiness of the ball sac achieved to date more permanent, and of course pulling down the balls even further if left in place for a while, thanks to the effect of gravity, and the inability of the ball sac to return to its normal length. Tina started me off by presenting me with a simple steel collar of just 15mm depth. It was thick metal (a good centimetre in width), quite heavy, and came in two separate halves, which locked together (once in place around my balls) by means of an hexagonal allen key. To get it on I had to follow Tina's strict instructions, firstly pulling out my balls from the side of the gusset of my panties, and wrapping my thumb and finger around the scrotum to manually pull down my balls slightly. She insisted I maintain this position for a good ten minutes. "Imagine you're trying to get your balls inside your stocking tops" she told me. I then had to place the first half of the thick steel collar (or ring) behind my slightly stretched scrotum, just above my balls, and then try to manipulate the second matching half of the collar into place at the front, placing the two halves perfectly together so that they were joining without my skin being caught. Once this was achieved I then had to hold the collar firmly together with one hand, and use the allen key to tighten a metal screw to lock the device in place. Once in place it cannot be removed other than with the key, which of course Tina instructed me to hand over to her. My balls felt tight and stretched, but it wasn't too uncomfortable, and in fact quickly became mildly if strangely pleasurable. Tina encouraged me to touch my balls, and continue to try to pull them down always just that little bit further. Over time this ball stretching process has become addictive. I want to do it all the time now. Tina has made me buy several more metal collar weights of various depths, but I really don't mind at all. After a couple of months of repeated practice I can now wear my 15 mm collar with a 30 mm collar with no difficulty at all, so my balls have been stretched by at least 45 mm now. Walking around with the heavy weights on my balls is just lovely. My balls dangle low down from my knickers, and swing as I walk. The pleasure transmits itself to my penis, but the tight constriction of Tina's wedding ring stops me getting full erections. I find I want to cum even less often now, probably only giving way and spunking about once every two weeks, which Tina says is very good. On the other hand I can't stop grabbing my balls and pulling them down at every opportunity. Ball-stretching is like a new form of wanking. It's much slower and apparently less intense most of the time, but the pleasure lasts and lasts and lasts. Tina tells me it is a good thing because it is ruining me even more as a man, it has reduced my wanking-to-orgasm and spunk-ejaculation again, and because as an addict who can't stop stretching his balls I'll never be able to establish a relationship with another woman. After getting me firmly addicted Tina told me to order a new 60 mm collar over the Internet. I could hardly wait to fasten it firmly in place, and hand over the allen key to my wife. Tina varies the periods of stretching, so I never know how long I will have to keep the heavy weights in place around my balls for. The first time I succeeded in getting the 60 mm collar on, Tina stunned me by claiming that "ball-stretching was first used in the old Ottoman Empire you know. It was viewed as being a sort of half-way house to castration and turning a man into a eunuch. Rich and powerful men, real masculine men of course, apparently used it to put weaker males in their places. They'd take their wives, cuckold the weaklings, and then seduce the wives into helping entrap their husbands. "Once caught the husbands had their balls forcibly collared, after which all resistance on their part collapsed, because in Ottoman society everyone knew that a man who'd allowed himself to have his balls collared was a sissy weakling only fit to be cuckolded, and deserving of all they got. Often the husbands became servants or slaves to their wives, who were kept as favoured concubines by their rich and powerful masters. Either that or they were used as slaves, including for sex, or were thrown into brothels to serve homosexual men. Apparently the longer their ball sacs were stretched, the higher price they could fetch on the buggery market." Tina smiled knowingly at me after telling me this. She knew I was too passive and too far addicted to ball-stretching pleasure to fight back . For the first time she had hinted at my role as a cuckold sissy male, and re-affirmed to me her interest in real, macho men, but even now I continued to assume that this was largely a fantasy on her part, and that her main pleasure in all this came from her ever deepening and more effective humiliation of me. Just a few weeks later I was to discover that my wife had in fact been seduced by another man, the type of highly sexed man who enjoys power games and controlling not just women, but their husbands as well. Tina had of course known nothing whatsoever about ball-stretching in the Ottoman empire until he informed her about it, and got her agreement to play her part in this further step towards the complete ruin of her own husband as a man. To be continued in Part Five.