Stories by skweezme

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“But first, you want me to make you come?” she jabbed her heel again as she said the last word. The sharp but bruising pain made me gasp and double-up as far as I could. My balls were still aching and this new pain added a whole new level of agony and trepidation.

“Don’t you?” she cruelly jabbed again.

“Aaargh! Oh yes! Yes please!” I blurted.

She smiled and mercifully removed her heel. She looked down at me. I was spread-eagled below her, legs tied wide to the table. She was standing between them, looking at my vulnerable cock and balls. She raised her foot and roughly pushed me to the floor again, this time catching me with her heel. Then she leaned one hand behind her on the table for balance and began probing my balls with that sharp stiletto.

My balls slid around under her interrogating heel, but it didn’t hurt too much. I gazed up at her powerful legs. I smiled a little. With lust and longing.

“I’d really love to tie your balls to something I could stand on” she purred. “I wonder if you’d be smiling then?” She laughed at my terrified reaction. “Hmmm…an idea for later, perhaps! Sit up now”

I automatically obeyed, afraid of her displeasure.

She sat down close between my outstretched legs, straddling me with her own heavy legs. Her magnificent breasts were inches from me. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. She was all around me. I felt overwhelmed by her powerful aura. She reached forward and engulfed my cock in one hand while her other surrounded my balls in painful promise.

Then both hands went to work.

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I was soon in agony. I tried to just take what was happening to me, what Sandra was doing to me, but the pain and the repeatedly frustrated need to orgasm was soon too much. I desperately pleaded with her. But she carried on - intuitively and sadistically balancing the pleasure and the pain in favour of the pain.

I begged her to stop.

She laughed.

“What do you want me to stop? This?” and she gave my penis a slow stroke that made me shudder in pleasure. “Or this?” She crushingly kneaded my balls.

“My balls!” I cried out in a strangled voice.

“Sorry? Which? This?” she mangled my balls again. “Or this?” she gave my penis a brief rub as I yelled in pain.

“My balls!” I sobbed again.

She sighed.

“OK, I suppose so. I mean, I’ve got to actually let you come sometime, haven’t I? You wanted me to wank you off…and then I’m going to be as rough as I want to be with your sore balls, do you remember?”

“Yes, but…you’re already hurting my…sore balls!” I tried to complain.

She laughed. Her hand was still gently playing with my erect penis. “That wasn’t hurting them! Well, maybe a bit! But now I’m going to wank you off, like we agreed, and then hurt your sore balls, like we agreed. They are sore aren’t they?” she gave a gentle squeeze that made me cry out.

“Oh, god! Yes! They’re really really sore now! Please don’t…”

“Good! And then you’re going to…pleasure me. Let’s get on with it then!”

She let go of my balls and paid all attention to my penis. She wasted no time in making me come. She wasn’t interested in my pleasure. She took her hand away as soon as my orgasm started, and watched amused as I ejaculated.

Then she suddenly gripped my balls in both hands, pulling them towards her.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Before I could bring myself to reply she raised her legs and rocked back. The wrench on my balls was agonising. She wrapped her heavy legs around me, still pulling on my balls, locked her ankles and squeezed.

The next bit's written, if anyone's interested :)

Sandra reminds me of one of my wife friends, too bad that friend has never done anything like this to me... I can keep hoping...

BTW, highly interested...

This time the pain knocked me out cold. I vaguely remembered the feeling of my waist and ribs being crushed. And my balls feeling like they were going to tear away from my body. But it was too much.

I gradually became aware that my cheeks were being slapped sharply, that Sandra was sitting astride me, and that I felt like I’d been hit by a car.

“Ah! So you’re back with us?” She stopped slapping me. My cheeks were burning. I thought some ribs might be broken. My balls were in absolute agony, throbbing their pain into my gut. Her weight on my bruised body was unbearable. My arms were numb.

“We haven’t finished yet!” She grinned down at me, and again began pleasuring herself. “You’re not enjoying this at all, are you?”

I struggled to make a reply. Tears were seeping from my eyes.

“No” I managed.

She looked down at me. “That’s a pity. I am!”

She climbed off me and stood over me, looking down as I gulped for breath and writhed to ease the pain in my balls, my ribs and my bound wrists. Then she stalked slowly around me on her high heels, floorboards creaking, one hand moving on her crotch. She waited until I’d recovered a little – circling me, enjoying me writhing in pain, pleasuring herself.

She stopped with a foot either side of my head, facing my spread-eagled legs and the table. I heard the floorboards groan under her weight. I gazed up at her, and suddenly realised what was about to happen. I began to rear up, but she dropped and settled herself down on me. I quickly tried to turn my face, but she soon had my head pinned beneath her thick thighs and her genitalia pushed against my mouth. She was saying something but I couldn’t hear what it was. I just started licking and probing desperately but her weight bore down on me unbearably. Then she raised herself slightly so my tongue could get on with its task more effectively. She was already aroused and wet and she soon had another series of crushing orgasms.

When she climbed off me, I began to feel relief. Not just the immediate relief from her crushing weight, and the relief of being able to breathe. I had no relief from the pain of my injuries, but I was relieved that we’d reached the conclusion. So relieved that we’d reached the conclusion. Part of the torture she’d put me through had been the fearful uncertainty of what she would want to do to me next. Now a pattern was being completed.

She looked at me and grinned. “Phew! Wow! That was pretty amazing, wasn’t it! Are you OK?”

“How do you mean?” I groaned with attempted humour, given the situation.

She laughed.

“Sorry! I know I hurt you. But I mean…do you think you’ll enjoy remembering this? Will it be a turn-on?”

“Wow, yeah!” I laughed with her.

Despite what we’d been through, I began to feel embarrassed about being tied up and helpless. And about our nakedness. And about the whole situation. Something terrifying but beautiful was beginning to recede. We were…what was the phrase Sandra had used? Getting back to normal.

It seemed to be affecting her, too. She gave me an embarrassed but coy look.

“I’m really sorry that I hurt you so much, even if I enjoyed it.”

“Wow! That’s OK…you bitch!” we both laughed again.

“Alright, I’d better untie you now.”

The sense of relief at those words was so welcome.

She moved over to me, got me to sit up, and began working at the bonds on my numb hands.

She coughed. “Do you think we’ll …err…ever do this again?”

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Encore, encore... Thanks skweezme, this story has been one of the most exciting and best written that I have read in a long time. I hope the urge to continue strikes you as hard as Sandra's knee...

Thanks, guys! Glad you've enjoyed it! I've enjoyed re-living it :D

“Well…” I began.

I didn’t want to sound ungrateful. But I really didn’t want to go through this again. I remembered her saying something about wanting to stand on my balls! Given another opportunity, I was afraid she’d do just that. I didn’t want to imagine the pain. And what else would she think up, given time to prepare? No way was it going to happen again.

“I don’t know, really…maybe!”

My hands were finally free. I carefully began rubbing the circulation back into them. Sandra moved to my side.

“You don’t sound very keen!” she observed.

“I suppose I’m not really, not at the moment. You really hurt me there; I mean really really hurt me." My hand went down to my bruised balls. "I didn’t think you were so strong. Or…cruel!” I admitted.

She seemed embarrassed. Her breathing quickened. “I didn’t think I could be so cruel, either! But with you all tied up and vulnerable, and with a hard-on most of the time, and your balls looking so tempting…" she looked at them, "...and when you were looking frightened at what I’d do next…" she looked me in the eye, "...I just started to…Oh fuck it!”

She pounced on me, knocking the air from my lungs. She grabbed my arms and pinned me to the floor. Though my arms were not tied they were no use against her strength, her weight, and her determination. And my legs were still tied spreadeagled. I cried out as a fearsome knee roughly pushed against my still aching balls. My mind reeled.

She laughed with cruel glee.

“Just one last time. Just because I can. And just because I want to…!”

She raised her heavy leg…

I began screaming.

Thanks, SadisticSara, for letting this thread run. I know it wasn't all busting, but it was certaily enough for me!

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for good advice about writing erotica.

Would it matter to anyone if I'd made the last bit up?