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Hello Skweezme,
I wanted to say how much I'm enjoying the current story. The writing style is very vivid and expresses perfectly some of the attractions/contradictions of bb in a way that is well thought out and very well told. Really excellent story.
David B.
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Great story, the descriptions were great and i especially liked the way Sandra kept manipulating him into staying under her control willingly even though i'm sure she wouldn't have let him go. Looking forward to more stories.
Thank you, skweezeme, for putting this thread back to the top of the list. I had lost your two stories when re-formatting my hard-drive, and it was an easy oportunity to get them back.
Keep posting, I guess we are many waiting your stories, whatever the length of your posts may be!
I’m watching his reaction after my little speech. I think I’ve got him. I’d let him go if he really wanted me to. I'll only work with willing victims. I get the impression he wouldn’t really want me to let him go. He knows he’s in for a hard time, but he’s decided to go with it. His eyes melt into submission. His cock is hard. I smile.
“So are you going to get onto my torture bench now?” I try for a neutral tone of voice. Try to keep my excitement out of it.
He gulps a couple of times, still looking at me in desire and fear. Then, with a pained groan he hobbles over to the corner and climbs awkwardly onto the bench. It’s more like a padded table. He notices the wrist and ankle restraints and lies on his back with limbs spread-eagled. What a good victim! If he thinks his co-operation will make me more merciful, he’s wrong. I’m going to hurt him. It’s what I love doing.
As I’m tying his wrists and ankles into their cuffs, I get myself mentally ready for what I’m going to do to him. I get a rush. I’m going to really hurt him. He won’t like it at the time, but that’s the fun bit for me. He’s agreed. No going back.
“Is that too tight?” I’m not sure about the cuff round his last ankle. I don’t want any pain from his bonds to detract from the agony I’m going to inflict on his balls.
“No that’s…fine.”
I finish securing the cuff comfortably.
“How are your balls feeling now?”
“God, they’re…that kick…that really hurt!”
“But do they still hurt now?”
“They…yes…could you just…?”
“Good!” I interrupt. “Cos now I’m going to hurt them a lot more!” Before he can react I’ve slapped him hard in the balls. His face screws up in surprise and pain. I ignore his cries and reach under the bench for the vice. There’s a big grin on my face as I stand up holding the heavy cold metal in both hands.
Her slap caught me totally by surprise. The actual impact hurt first. It would have hurt if she’d slapped me that hard anywhere on my body. But she’d slapped me in my already bruised balls. I cry out, pulling against my restraints.
Now the pain’s gradually receding. My eyes begin to focus through the tears.
She’s just standing there, grinning at me. I automatically try to smile back, even though I’m frightened and aroused by her brutality. I try to relax. I want this. I’ve always wanted it. To have my balls tortured by a strong and sexy woman. And now it’s happening I’m scared. But I trust her. I have to. She knows what she’s doing.
She’s still grinning. She’s holding something heavy in her hands and I suddenly realise what it is. It’s a vice – two steel plates fixed together, a screw with a handle. The plates are open. Her grin widens at my expression.
“You like my little toy. Hmmm?”
It’s not little. And it doesn’t look like a toy. It looks like a serious crushing device. A genuine instrument of torture. And it’s obvious what she’s going to do with it.
“I…it’s…you’re not really…going to…?”
“Not going to do what?”
I gulp.
“You’re not going to… use that on my balls are you?”
She laughs.
“What a lovely idea! I was going to give your cock a bit of a squeeze, actually. But your balls sound much more interesting!”
I knew she was just messing with me, but I still regretted mentioning it. Maybe she really had only been going to crush my penis in the vice.
“No!” I blurt. “Please don’t…”
“Too late! I don’t usually use this on a first-timer’s balls. It’s a bit…hard-core. But that’s OK. No going back, I’m afraid. Just like you want it!”
She was right. I did want it.
He looks excited. And worried.
“Are you worried about having your balls crushed, pet? I promised I wouldn’t damage you. I’m going to hurt you but I’m not going to…injure you. I promise. I mean, I could injure you, obviously. I’m really strong! There was a bit of a learning curve when I started using this vice, but I’ve not actually damaged anyone for a long time”
He looks horrified. The implications of what I’d just told him. I know exactly how far to go now. A couple of really hard-core clients had let me experiment on them.
The vice is going to be a test for him. Will he scream in submission? I’ll carry on anyway. He might not come back again, but that’s OK. I’m already enjoying this session. My muscles are pumped up from an hour in the gym. I feel good. I think I’ll give his balls a bit of a squeeze with my hands first. Get them ready for the vice. Push his pain threshold up a bit. Make them a bit more tender.
He’s still not answered.
So I give him another hard slap, then grab both his balls in one hand. He’s trying not to scream. Cute! He can scream all he likes. No one else will hear him. I begin to squeeze harder. And harder.
“Aaagh! No! Please…!” He’s screaming now.
I begin to knead his balls, enjoying using my pure strength.
“Would you like me to stop, Peter?”
He’s trying to speak, but now I’m pumping his balls fiercely and all he can do is scream. Eventually, a scream forms a word.
“Yes! Aaargh! Yes!”
“Are you sure?” I purr.
“God! Yes! Please…please stop!”
I let go and flex my hand. He drops back down onto the bench and his screams become sobs.
“Is that better, Peter?” I put my hand back towards his genitals. He flinches and gasps.
I smile at him.
“Hush! It’s OK!” I wrap my fingers around his cock and it’s soon throbbing in my grip. Then I start to masturbate him. I smile at him. He smiles back in relief and with a groan of pleasure starts to relax. He’s gazing at my big tits in the leather bra.
Then I slap him in the balls again. Hard.
I grab them tight. It feels so good I can’t describe it. The power I have over him. Pleasure and pain. My strength. My body. I can give him orgasm and I can give him agony.
I squeeze his balls harder.
He’s really screaming now. Begging me to stop. I squeeze even harder, kneading his balls together. Oh yes! I love this! I’m tingling. I can feel I’m starting to get wet.
“Would you like me to stop squeezing your balls? Are you ready for the vice now?”
“Aaargh…yes…no! I mean…please…aargh…don’t…oh please…” He’s sobbing and screaming.
I carry on crushing his balls, getting them nice and tender. He’s in agony. But his cock is really hard. Veins standing out. Skin stretched taut, shiny on his cock-head.
I stop squeezing. I take hold of his cock again and start wanking him.
He shudders and groans.
“Do you want me to make you come now? Before I put your balls in my vice?”
She carries on wanking me. I’m delirious with the pain and the things she’s doing to my cock. My head’s swimming. She’s waiting for me to answer. She slows down her strokes. I almost panic.
“Yes please…please…please could you…?”
“What?” She stops.
“Let me…come?” I manage. My voice is small, strained. My head’s reeling.
She smiles at me and starts to speed up again.
She stops just before I’m building up to ejaculate.
“No” She smiles. “I don’t think I’ll let you come just yet” She lets go.
I writhe in frustration in my bonds but I’m powerless. My orgasm is ebbing away. But I really need to come.
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. Takes it off. Her breasts spill out. My cock hardens even more. I’m desperate to come.
“I think it’s time for the vice now, pet!”
“Oh no! Please no! Please…?” I beg. I’m afraid of the pain. I just want her to give me an orgasm like she promised. She’d almost made me come, but she’d stopped.
“What’s the matter, pet? Your balls aren’t ready for my vice yet?” She laughs. “They never will be! But don’t you think I’ve got great tits?”
Her breasts are magnificent. They’re amazing. My cock’s drooling.
“They’re…I…please…” I stammer
She leans down and takes a length of cord from under the bench. Stands up straight. Breasts poking forward. She’s looking at my balls as she ties a slipknot in one end. A sort of noose. Then she wraps it round my balls and tightens it. The touch of her hands on my genitals makes me quiver.
“What’s that, Peter? Would you like me to make you come now? Before I crush your balls?”
“Oh yes! O please!” I beg. “You did say…” I sound pathetic “…that you’d…you know…let me come didn’t you?”
She traces her fingertips around my glans. I jerk in my bonds and cry out in frustration.
“Maybe later, pet. I might let you come in a bit. If you can. After what I’m going to do to you. It looks like you really want to come!”
“Yes…yes please…?”
“But not yet. I’m going to put your balls in the vice first. I’m just going to…crush them!”
Her eyes were gleaming. I groaned in real fear.
“You can’t imagine how much it’s going to hurt, you poor thing! And when they’re screwed up nice and tight there’s a little game I love to play. You won’t like it. But I do!”
I was starting to get worried if you were going to post again. I'm glad you saved up enough of the story to post more of it at once. It was worth the wait. I'm really enjoying the story. Keep it up.
Excellent work as always, glad to see you are back to writing!
I move from the end of the bench and stand beside him. I put the vice down between his legs. I let it drop with a heavy thunk. I push the cold metal jaws up against his inner thighs and pull his balls into them with the cord. Holding his balls in place with one hand pulling the cord, I turn the handle with the other until the jaws begin to clamp down on him and I can release the cord. His balls are held in place by the pressure of the vice. He’s already panting hard, looking really worried now.
“Please…please don’t tighten it any more...it really hurts!” he suddenly sobs. “Please…Mistress?”
I laugh. I tighten the vice more. He begins crying out, gasping and groaning.
“I bet you could take a few more turns, couldn’t you, pet, if you really tried? Hmmm?” I let go of the handle and start to fondle my breasts, my nipples.
“I…no…I really can’t…please…Mistress?” He’s staring at my hands moving on my breasts, lifting them, letting them drop and bounce. My nipples are rock-hard. So is his cock.
“OK Peter! If you really want me to let your balls out of the vice I will. In a minute. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes…Mistress! Please…can you…undo it? Oh God!” He sounds desperate. I love it!
“OK, if you want me to. But there’ll be a price to pay, of course!” I smile.
“Please…please…just take it off!” he’s begging now, squirming, almost weeping.
I take one hand off my breasts and take hold of his cock.
“The thing is…” I muse “…if you let me tighten it up a bit more…I promise I’ll make you come”
I begin to play with his cock, gently squeezing and rubbing. He’s still watching my other hand playing with my nipple. It feels really good. “But if you think you really can’t take a little bit more pressure, what’s going to happen is that I’m going to leave it on while sit on your face and make your tongue have a good workout, OK?”
“OK! Yes please Mistress!” he begs.
“I’m warning you! I’m heavy! And I won’t be pleased. I’ll be rough. I didn’t think you were a wimp. I really thought your balls would take a bit more”
“Please, Mistress…that’s OK. Oh please undo it a bit! It’s starting to…” he twists in his bonds “…hurt more. Please…please let me…let me use my tongue. Please!” His tone of desperation excites me. There are different levels of submission – depths or highs, I wouldn’t know. He’s finding them.
“And another thing is…” I pause, holding his hard cock “…you don’t get an orgasm from me if you chicken out now”
He groans. I take my hand off his cock.
“It’s up to you, Peter. If you want me to I’ll make you pleasure me, then I’ll undo the vice. Is that what you want?”
“I…I think so, Mistress?”
“You think so? Do you want to know what I’ll do to you before we finish, if you want to chicken out now?”
“I…I…thought…” he stammers.
“Oh no! I’ll undo the vice, but I won’t have finished. I’ll give your balls a bit more of a slapping and some hard squeezing. Harder than before. Like I said, I’ll be rough. Then I’ll take you off the bench and tie you to the wall over there. See the little thingies I can snap your cuffs to? Then you’ll get some more kicks before we’ve finished. OK? Your choice…indulge me with the vice a bit more, and after we’ve finished that I’ll wank you off and let you go. You understand the options, pet?”
He looks totally confused and afraid. I’m grinning again.
“I mean, whichever way, I’m still going to hurt your balls, right? Personally, I’d like to use the vice a bit more. That’s what I’d like. A nice little game with the vice, then I’ll wank you off. I’ll untie you but I’ll still make you lick me before I let you go. And your balls are going to hurt anyway. What do you think? A bit more of the vice? Or a few more really hard kicks after a rough face-sitting and a bit of a ball-mangling? Your choice!”
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What do you think? What would your choice be?
I don't know, skweezeme, either I am even more twisted and perverted than I thought (a strong possibility), or your female sadist is talking about rewarding and pleasuring him if he stops having his balls mangled in the vise ;^}
Let's see, the choice is between: EITHER having his balls crushed in a vise, OR having rough face sitting, really hard ball kicks, and then a bit of ball mangling.Quote:
What do you think? A bit more of the vice? Or a few more really hard kicks after a rough face-sitting and a bit of a ball-mangling? Your choice!”
As for me, my wife won't even consider the last choice unless I have been really, really good and she is in an extraordinarily generous mood.
ROFLMAO
Anyway, skweezeme, your stories are great. Please keep them up. I love them.
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I fold my strong arms under my tingling breasts, pushing them up.
“Well? Shall I play with your balls in my vice for a bit? Then reward you with a totally amazing orgasm? Or shall I just take the vice off and give your balls a good hard battering with my hands and boots? And pleasure myself instead of you?”
“No, please Mistress! Could you…please could you just…” he’s almost sobbing “…just let me go now?”
“No, Peter. That’s not an option. I’m going to carry on hurting your balls”
“But please! I’m…sorry I’ve…wasted your time, Mistress. I’m not as…tough as you want me to be. I’ve really had enough! Please?”
“Your cock doesn’t look like it’s had enough, Peter. It looks like it wants more!”
“But I…well, yes…but my balls have really had enough now, Mistress! Please!”
“So you want me to take the vice off now, do you?” I soften my voice.
“Oh god! Yes! Yes please Mistress!”
“OK” I smile, unfolding my arms. “Then I’m going to slap and squeeze your balls so hard, you’ll be begging for the vice instead…”
“God! No! No please, Mistress! Please don’t…”
“And then I’m going to use your face to bring myself off. Have you ever been suffocated, Peter?”
“No! No Mistress…I mean…I haven’t…please don’t…”
“And then to bring you round I’m going to tie you to the wall and give your balls a good hard kicking”
“No Mistress! Please…” he’s sobbing now, terrified. I must admit I’m enjoying the prospect myself. Getting warmer and wetter. But…
I fold my arms again. I clench my muscles, massaging my tits. They’re tingling even more now.
“Oh yes, Peter! That’s what I’m going to do to you if the vice comes off now!
“But…oh god…OK then!” He’s looking at me with a sort of desperate, terrified resignation. I like it.
“OK what?”
I’m going to make him say it.
“OK…you can…please will you…do the vice thing and then…are you going to make me come?”
“Of course I am, pet, if you want me to! Would you like me to?” I smile at him with my sultry and sexy look.
“Please Mistress! But…really I’d…could you just…let me go? Please?”
That annoys me. I unfold my arms and take the handle of the vice. I give it half a whole turn, 180 degrees. He screams.
“We’ve been over that! Now don’t piss me about! Do you want me to take the vice off or not?” I take my hand off the handle and start fingering myself. It feels good.
He manages to subdue his screams. He’s panting hard. That little turn must have sharpened-up his ball-pain nicely. What a delicious dilemma to force him into! What a bitch I can be! He’ll never forget this session, that’s for sure. He might want to, but he won’t be able to. Wonder if it’ll be nightmares or wet dreams?