To the last drop - inspirational story #8

Sorry for not responding to your comments and not posting. I have been quite busy lately, but I hope to get back to blogging soon. Recently, I found a couple of very interesting emails in my inbox. Today, I want to share a truly extraordinary, inspiring story:

Dear Wendy,

My name is Patricia. I found your blog while searching for an explanation of a weird, unexpected effect from one of the self-defense techniques I had to use, unfortunately. It happened two years ago during my senior year of high school when we went on a skiing trip. Imagine a bunch of rebellious teenagers away from school, free from strict teachers and overprotective parents. We took advantage of it and secretly drank late at night and, of course, occasionally engaged in some casual sex. At that time, I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was eager to find a replacement. There was this very attractive guy who clearly had a crush on me—his name was Lucas. One evening, after a small party, he approached me and invited me to his room to watch a movie on his laptop. He was tall, lean, with dark hair, and very confident, which impressed me a lot. 

Always be prepared to react to an unwanted situation

The movie was really bad, so we ended up cuddling. At some point, things got serious, and he got on top of me with obvious intention. I would definitely have had sex with him, but I realized we had run out of condoms. At that time, I was absolutely terrified of an unwanted pregnancy. My pleas were ignored, and he kept forcing himself on me, kissing me and grabbing my breasts. It really hurt. I told him we should delay until we buy more condoms. I struggled to push him away, but he didn’t stop, just grew more aggressive. I tried to shove him off and slapped his face, but his strength overpowered me. This made me really scared... but also decisive.

Squeeze the lemon to the last drop 

Out of the blue, I remembered a safety seminar that girls from our class recently attended (not even close to Linda's, but it turned out to be useful) and the action we should take in such situations. I calmed myself and recalled all the words of our female instructor. First, I  started petting his butt and slowly moved my hand toward his genitals. I slipped my hand into his pants and briefs and continued stimulating him. I tried not to telegraph my real intention, pretending to do him good. My ruse worked! He got excited, breathing ecstatically. My heart was pounding. I took my time finding and gently grasped his left testicle, securely locking it with my thumb and forefinger. It wasn’t difficult as his scrotum sac was still relatively relaxed, and it was not too big, so it fit snugly into my hand. Once the grasp was applied, without hesitation… bam…I started ruthlessly squeezing the soft oval thing like hell. There was not much room for twisting or pulling—only for crushing the organ with all my fingers and the palm of my hand.  Exactly like our instructor said:  Imagine squeezing the last drop of juice from a lemon. A shock jolted his body. He rolled his eyes and immediately shrieked loudly, desperately trying to escape my grasp. It was now mine, and I was not going to give up.

During the course, we practiced the different techniques on two squash balls in a pouch, but the real feeling was a bit different. With increased pressure, I could really feel the gland distortion, but definitely not a rupture. It all took tens of seconds until he was completely overwhelmed and just weakly whining and cursing. I was about to let go, but suddenly I felt my hand covered in something sticky and warm. I cringed when I realized it was actually cum! And a lot of it.  It was strange because he was clearly not hard. I headed immediately to the bathroom to wash it off. When I returned to check on him, he was still there in pain, whimpering, possibly regretting his bad decision. I simply left the room without telling anyone. He did not attend the skiing exercise the next day, and the following days, I avoided him completely. I was glad I defended myself, but there were those mixed feelings of remorse and empowerment. My intention was not to harm him or injure him. I just wanted to get away and avoid pregnancy, and in the end, I gladly managed.

Involuntary ejaculation can be triggered by squeezing.

My point is, I was somehow puzzled by the fact that he released semen in such a situation. Initially, I was scared that I had destroyed something there. The whole organ and its plumbing seemed so fragile and squishy, but I could not find any explanation online for something like this normally happening. I don't think it was pushing the testicle content out, like literally, squeezing the lemon juice. My guess is that it has something to do with a reflex triggered by pressure inside the testicle. Has Linda ever mentioned that to you? Not that it should, by any means, prevent us from using this powerful and effective technique to get out of a sticky situation. Since that incident, I have advised all my besties to take a self-defense class. They were amazed but also grossed out by my story. Some questioned its truth. I jokingly ask them, "So you want to see his ball as evidence?" I really hope, Wendy, you keep doing a great job with your blog, raising awareness of this uncomfortable topic, and that more women will speak out about similar experiences and successes.

Hi Patricia, thank you so much for sharing your inspiring story. Kudos to you for handling this situation appropriately and setting an example for other women. The phenomenon you describe is, indeed, what Linda discussed with us. What you encountered is apparently an involuntary ejaculation reflex that occurs when certain sensitive areas of the male body are forcibly compressed or pulled. It can happen without an erection and orgasm. I know weird, but generally, it is rather rare. But it shows the peculiarity of the man's body 😉.  As you correctly stated, this should not deter any woman from applying the effective techniques. I will cover this topic more in-depth in the future. Thanks again Patricia.