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I was in agony. I needed time to recover. “Err…?” I gasped.

She threw the dice again before I could begin to reply.

“You’re not going to believe this!” she laughed.

She roughly grabbed my balls again. I cried out. She smiled, looking at the clock (which I couldn’t see from my position, though I tried) and waited, concentrating.

Then she turned her attention to my balls, gently and teasingly kneading them, making me squirm beneath her even though she was hardly squeezing hard. I was soon begging her to stop.

“Oh no! Not yet!” she clenched both hands around my balls and leaned back. Then she began crushing and tugging them with all her strength and weight. I was screaming for mercy but she had her eye on the clock as she ignored my begging.

She gave me one last almighty pull, ******* the most nauseous pain. Then she stopped and looked at the clock. As I was retching for breath she squeezed both my balls in a grip that sent me towards oblivion on waves of agony.

After the time was up, she stopped and sat back on my thighs.

She leaned to her side and picked up the dice again. She looked at my throbbing cock.

“You OK? You want me to wank you off? Do you need an orgasm, babe? Ah well! Never mind! Only four more throws to go! ”

Thanks DarkX! Wouldn't go as far as Luke Rheinhart, though!

Anyone interested in four more falls of the dice?

Um, alright, twist my arm...

Absolutely would enjoy reading as many more rolls as you can write!

As always, keep up the good work.

hell yes, go on

of course, plz go on :)

She rolled the dice again and consulted her list.

“Hmmm…ok. It might be your lucky day!” She wrapped her hand round my penis and squeezed gently. Then she began to masturbate me. She knew exactly what she was doing, concentrating her friction on the head and making me groan with pleasure. I dared to hope that this was one of the options that allowed me an orgasm

“Or it might not!” She slowed down then released my dribbling penis. I groaned with frustration. She could have easily made me come.

Then she grinned and slapped my balls once.

Hard.

The initial impact made me cry out, but the welling agony from my balls strangled any further screams and I choked in pain.

She laughed at my reaction, and folded her arms under her breasts, taunting me with them.

“Just three more to go, and then we’ll see if you’re up to shagging me. Or maybe I’ll just give myself an orgasm while you’re still tied up”. She began massaging her breasts, the nipples standing hard against her fingers that had just left my cock. I couldn’t reply. I was till trying to catch my breath. There were tears in my eyes.

She threw the dice again.

“Oh!” she laughed. “This must be my lucky day!” She slammed a fist into her other hand a couple of times, smiling.

I began begging with her.

She grinned wickedly and reached for my penis again. “Only kidding!” She held it gently and began giving it slow strokes along the shaft, not touching the head. I could see she didn’t want to make it too pleasurable for me, but I strained in her grasp. She began to speed up her strokes and to give the head some attention. Then as the orgasm began to take hold she suddenly stopped and took her hand away. As I groaned in frustration she repositioned herself, her full breasts swinging and their sight just prolonging the unfulfilled desire.

She settled, kneeling, to my side, raised a hand and softly slapped my balls. It still made me wince. Then she slapped again, slightly more sharply. The blows began to increase in painful punishing power, the ball-pain becoming nauseous. I cried out with each blow.

“…9…10! And one for good luck!”

Then she looked at the clock, took hold of my balls in both hands, paused, then began squeezing, kneading and stretching them to her own sadistically-sensitive rhythm. She built up to a crescendo of utter agony. My already-aching balls were her perfect instrument and I was her captive and enraptured audience. I was ****** into surrendering to her savage sexuality.

Are you ready?

well i hope so

She stopped. I was hoping for some respite but she threw the dice again.

She looked at me in some consternation and amusement. “Same again! It really is your unlucky day! Hmmm…”

She took my penis in hand once more and rapidly brought it back to full attention. Then she slowed down and down to a totally tantalizing and frustrating series of jerks, denying me the release I so urgently needed.

She smiled at my renewed begging, gave me one more slow stroke, then stopped. She folded her arms under her breasts again, mocking my frustrated desire.

“You know what happens next, don’t you?”

Before I could answer she unfolded her arms and raised a hand, her breasts jutting provocatively. Then she began slapping my balls. I screamed in agony as each blow fell, varying in force and speed, as she played with my pain in sadistic delight.

She eventually stopped, leaving me gasping and crying in testicular torment. As the room began to come into focus she took my balls in her hands gently, and began softly caressing them.

“Your poor balls! Do they hurt? Have I hurt them?”

I began to answer but she started squeezing hard, kneading my balls in her strong hands, fingers and thumbs digging in relentlessly, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing beneath her soft skin. I screamed, sobbed and begged but she laughed and carried on relentlessly.

It's gone a bit quiet on these boards. Are you ready for the next bit yet?

i am also begging for her to continue

She looked at the clock and gave my balls one last long squeeze. I cried for mercy. She just gripped even harder. I couldn’t believe she was ignoring my real cries of pain. She’d never hurt me this much before. She’d never been into ballbusting really, but she’d agreed to indulge me once a month. We decided on the dice idea because she just wanted it to be a game – she didn’t want to genuinely hurt me. But she didn’t mind giving me pain if I was enjoying it. But I wasn’t enjoying this. That was obvious.

“Right then! Last one, OK?” She reached for the dice.

I was grateful that the end of my torment was imminent. Just one more throw. It must be something a bit less brutal. Law of averages. She threw the dice.

She laughed as she consulted her list.

“It says here ‘doing whatever ball torture you feel like for two minutes’. Do you remember agreeing to this list?”

I began to protest, but her next words chilled me.

“I went on the Internet today and you’d been looking at a site called something like FemaleDom, hadn’t you? Looking at some stuff about ballbusting. Does this mean I’m not enough for you?”

Before I could gather my thoughts for a reply she leaned over and sent a knee crashing into my aching balls.

“I’m going to give you more than two minutes. You deserve more. And you know what? I’m really enjoying this! It’s about time I beat you up” She slapped my face, punched me in the stomach, pushed me down and kneed me in the balls again.

Really enjoying the story so far, hope you continue soon.