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I reluctantly took my finger away. I took hold of the handle again and gave it another bit of a turn. Despite the gag he was making a lot of noise.

That was just what I wanted.

I got off the bed and went to the video camera. Moved it on its tripod to get a better view of the top of the bed. When I’d decided I was satisfied, I returned to the bed and straddled his chest, facing him.

I landed on him a bit hard, pausing his screams for a moment. Then he started again. I could feel the vibrations under my cunt. It felt wonderful! But it was going to feel even better.

I couldn’t help it. I began rubbing my cunt on his heaving chest. It felt so good! I tried to press my weight down as hard as I could, still rubbing.

Oh yes!

But I stopped, eager to carry out my plan. I just sat on him. My orgasm was glowing. I was ready.

I leaned forward and unfastened his gag, dropped it to one side. Then sat back, arms crossed under my breasts, listening to his pleading and screaming.

I said nothing.

I just grinned. Enjoying the vibrations as he cried and begged for mercy.

Smiling with pleasure, I rubbed my cunt on his heaving chest as he sobbed and pleaded with me to loosen the vice.

I couldn’t help laughing. He had no idea! I turned round and reached back for the heavy cylinder of the crusher. I grasped it in one hand and pulled it towards me so that I could get my other hand on the handle. This meant I was pulling his trapped testicles hard. I could feel the tension in my arm, my shoulder, and my waist as I pulled the handle within reach. Took hold of it.

He wasn’t begging now, just crying out in pain. I had his balls pulled taut and my hand on the handle, arm twisted ready to turn. It was a bit uncomfortable for me, but it was worth it for the urgency of the cries throbbing through my cunt

I began tightening the handle. Slowly.

By now, he was incoherent. No words. Just desperate sobbing screams. I tightened it a bit more and smiled as his screams intensified.

I let go of the crusher, let it fall back between his legs, then turned back to face him. I shook out a few cramps in my arms, then settled down heavily on his heaving chest again, enjoying the ride.

My orgasm was building. It felt so good! His screams throbbing through me! But I just knew it could be even better…

I launched myself up on him, dropping down heavily, straddling his head between my thighs, smothering his screams with my dripping cunt.

It felt fantastic! I came and came.

He was gagging underneath me. It felt wonderful! I kept him there. ******* my hot wet cunt down on him. Grinding hard. Milking all those shuddering pleasures as he suffered.

I could easily suffocate him, I realised.

The waves of pleasure began to grow again. I continued grinding myself on his face and had another fantastic orgasm. He was choking and gagging on my juices. I just sat there for a while, enjoying the glow, as he tried to struggle under me. His struggles became weaker.

But I hadn’t finished with him yet.

Gr8 story! Keep turning that handle. I love this! :jumpsmile :jumpsmile

Great stuff!:ibow4u:

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I agree but this is the best ever. She’s definitely the meanest bitch you’ve ever written about. I can’t be sure that she doesn’t actually want to destroy his balls. I just love the intensity. Strangly, although I definitely want to keep my balls I’d still like to trade places with him.
Gr8 writing dude :thumbup
Could this be the first time that skweezme goes all the way? The suspense is killing me! I doubt its doing him much good either!

I climbed off him and off the bed. Looked down at his face - all red and wet, gasping for breath. I glanced at the heavy clamp still tight on his balls. Smiled. He was sobbing and gulping, then begging me to let him go. To stop hurting him. Pleading with me. Begging me for mercy.

I just grinned at him. Couldn’t help it. I was really enjoying myself, still glowing from my orgasm. His begging gave me pleasure. I felt my power as a rush through my body. And the fun wasn’t over!

I looked around on the floor for where I’d dropped the gag. I picked it up, and fastened it back on his struggling and protesting head. He was weak. And I was strong. And determined.

Gag firmly fixed, muffling his sobs, I moved the camera back towards the foot of the bed, to where I’d be sitting. Satisfied, I returned to the bed and sat down by his outstretched and trembling leg.

Wow! Love your story. My first time reading one but I will definitely be coming back for more! I write as well about the things I do and its nice to read it from another woman's perspective.

Thanks for posting!

He was going to do more than tremble in a minute.

I took hold of the ball-crusher in both hands - one on the cylinder, one on the handle - making sure my pose would look good on the video. I grinned at him, at his desperate gagged protests.

Then I looked into the camera, still smiling, and pushed my tits out. Looked back at what my hands were holding. Licked my lips. Tightened the clamp. Hard.

One turn.

Another.

One more.

He screamed.

But he wasn’t screaming quite as hard as I’d expected.

I’d turned the handle quite tight. I wondered if his balls were getting a bit numb. I imagined they would be. That was no good. Or maybe he was just losing it. No good, either.

I loosened the handle and let go, decided to pretend I was being merciful. I even apologised again. Said I’d got carried away. Turned on. I was really sorry. Hoped he was going to be alright.

Laid it on a bit thick. Regretful and everything. I watched the feeling return to his balls. I could see it happening. He screwed his eyes up against the pain. He started gasping and moaning.

I waited until he seemed to have come to terms with the pain.

And he was still in pain. Quite a bit, by the look of it.

I was still tingling all over, cunt throbbing, nipples tight.

I could hardly believe what I was going to do next. I’d wondered before about how I’d be feeling when we got to this point. Wondered if I’d carry it through, or if it would be enough just to hurt whoever ended up as my victim, hurt them badly.

I’d done that.

And I’d really enjoyed it!

But I wanted more. Wanted to complete my little video.

Told him I was going to let him go now. Apologised again.

Told him I was going to take the clamp off.

I think he believed me at first...

He looked relieved when I took hold of the ball-crusher again. He heaved a deep sigh. The trembling in his legs, his body, began to subside.

I smiled. Said reassuring things. Supported the heavy cylinder again in one hand.

Took hold of the handle in the other.

Began twisting down until I felt resistance. He moaned through the gag, his eyes startled with dawning terror as he realized it maybe wasn’t over yet after all. He looked horrified, betrayed, broken. He looked terrified of me now. It made me so wet!

I continued to tighten the clamp. Steadily.

Turn.

By turn.

He was screaming, thrashing around in his bonds as much as he could.

It made no difference.

There was much more resistance now. I put more effort in, glad that I’d been working on my arms and shoulders at the gym. I found a sensual pleasure in using my new strength.

He was twitching by now, spasming. The noise he was making hardly sounded human.

I paused. Remembered to pose for the camera. Smiled at it, a smile lit with delight at my own cruelty and strength.

I made one more hard turn.

Paused again. Enjoying his suffering. Enjoying it so much.

Didn’t want it to stop.

So I began turning the handle the other way until his balls were freed from the pressure in the cylinder. Didn’t want them to go numb again.

I wanted to carry on hurting him for a while.

Until I was ready to do the final scene.

The Finale.

Now I knew I really wanted to do it. And could.

I waited patiently for him to calm down.

Then I turned the handle again several times, quickly, firmly, until it was quite tight. Then I let go.

I pleasured myself, my throbbing clitoris, my tender hard nipples, while I watched him struggling and sobbing in agony as waves of deep pleasure surged through me.

With some regret, I stopped. Perversely, the thought crossed my mind that he was going to pay for my restraint.

I took hold of the clamp and loosened it off his balls again. Interestingly, his screams got worse again as the pressure was released. I smiled at the irony.

I let him recover. In a relative sense. But I was quite good to him, really. I really did let him have a good ten or fifteen minutes.

I left the room to make myself a cup of coffee, switching the camera off on the way.

In the kitchen, I was in a trance. I couldn’t help looking around at things in a different way as I sipped my coffee.

The knives. The egg-slicer. Rolling pin. Electric iron. The nutcrackers. Then I thought about what I had in the garage.

My head was spinning with possibilities. But not for now. I finished my coffee, rinsed the mug out and left it to drain. The caffeine hit felt good on top of the hormone high I was already feeling.

I grinned to myself as I thought about what I was going to do to him. I’d been fantasizing about what it’d be like for ages. Now I was going to find out for real. I knew this was going to be life-changing for both of us.

I went back to my captive.

I think he’d missed me.

He looked desperate, bewildered, tortured. I met his eyes.

I was surprised how much I didn’t care about hurting this guy. Messing with his life. He’d got himself into this situation. He needn’t have emailed me in the first place. Could have backed out of our appointment. Could have chickened-out when I asked him to take his clothes off. When I showed off my fit and strong body.

But he’d gone along with it all. Even the bondage that had freaked out the first two.

But he hadn’t expected this. Poor thing!

I switched the camera back on. Went and sat on the bed.

Took hold of the crusher, the handle.

I apologised to him for what I was going to do. Well, not really apologetic. Nothing personal, I explained. Said I was sorry for teasing him so much, for not letting him come. Told him how much I enjoyed it, though.

He just wimpered.

I imagine he probably hoped I was still playing with him. That I wasn’t really going to do it. OK, I might be going to hurt him even more again. But not…surely? These were the conflicting feelings I saw in his eyes.

I smiled at him and gently shook my head.

I began turning the handle.

Slowly.

Steadily.

Until it met his balls

My cunt was throbbing. I paused. Let go of the clamp. Climbed up on the bed and straddled his outstretched leg, knees either side. Cunt pressing down.

I smiled down at him again. Shook my arms nice and loose as a warm-up.

I picked up the clamp and carried on.

Slowly.

Steadily.

He couldn’t help struggling. His leg felt so good as my cunt pressed on it heavily.

I turned the handle again..

Again.

And again.

More.

It was getting harder. I was having to use more power. I enjoyed using my new strength.

Slowly.

Steadily.

My muscles flexing. Tightening.

His cries reached a new pitch of distress as his thrashing brought me towards orgasm.

Just a few more…