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“You’ll sign an agreement?” She pressed on my aching balls.
“Yes!” I pleaded.
“Can’t I just knee you in the balls again now?” she shifted her weight dangerously.
“No! Please!” I blurted. “Can I sign an agreement or whatever you want me to sign. Please? I really want to! I do want us to do something like this again, really!”
“Do you?” she purred, pressing my balls and holding me immobile.
“Oh yes, yes please!” I begged.
It wasn’t a complete lie. I knew I’d love to do something like this again with Sandra. Something like it but not so extreme. But now didn’t seem like a good time to discuss it. I wasn’t in a good negotiating position.
“And what would you agree to?” She pressed her knee harder.
I suddenly realised the agreement would be all on her terms, or else she’d unleash that piledriver knee on me again.
“Oh Sandra! Whatever you want,” I moaned. I was praying I’d be able to get out of whatever I ended up agreeing to, but I was frightened that somehow I might not.
“Okay…you agree that we’ll have another session like this in…the next month? Give you enough time to recover?”
“OK” I agreed. A month might give us the chance to go over this, how we were feeling, what was good and what wasn’t. If we did have another session, the balance of pain and pleasure might work better for me.
She climbed off me, much to my relief, and walked away to a corner of the room. I sat up awkwardly, legs still bound, and rubbed my arms where she’d gripped them and held them down. I still had a deep ball-pain ache that was making me extremely uncomfortable. I reached towards my bound ankles but this just increased the shooting pains.
Sandra walked back towards me, holding a sheet of paper and a pen. I tried to ignore the effect she was having on me as she approached. She knelt by me and offered me the pen. She put the paper down on my thigh, ignoring my erection.
She’d written that I was agreeing to her stripping me naked and tying me up, then hurting my balls until I begged her to stop, wanking me off and then kneeing me in the balls. I was sure I could get out of it.
I signed the paper awkwardly.
Sandra looked at the signature.
“Hmmmm…I suppose that will have to do. I’m really looking forward to kneeing you in the balls again! But maybe I won’t be as nasty next time. But maybe I will! But you’ve agreed that I can hurt you, haven’t you?” She grinned again.
Before I could reply, she rose and took the signed agreement to the table in the corner. I leaned forwards again to untie my ankles from the table legs. The pain wasn’t so bad this time.
But before I could make any progress she came striding across the room and dropped onto me again, pinning me down.
“I’ve got a funny feeling you might want to wriggle out of our agreement. Is that what you’re thinking?”
“No!” I desperately lied.
“But you won’t be able to. But just in case you’re thinking about it, I’m going to knee you now anyway”
“Oh god! No! Please, Sandra! Don’t!”
Crazy Stuff...........Great Stuff.........
Sandra should join this forum.............All I am hoping is the "written agreement" is made up, as dude, you could be in a world of s##t with your Mrs if she wanted to get difficult....
Tommy
I have [B]really enjoyed your story. Very well done. How do we convince you to continue on? <grin>
It was no use.
She raised herself over me and rammed that piledriver knee into my balls. For a moment, the pain wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined it would be. And then it was…
…eventually, I began to come to, through a haze of gut-wrenching pain. I realised that Sandra was behind me, tying my wrists again.
“What…?” I managed to gasp “…what are you doing?”
I put an edited version of the early part of this story on Diana The Valkyrie's website. Somebody translated it into Dutch!
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dutch/sandra.txt
:)
I've just read it. Quite sexy! :D
She pulled the knot tight. Then she moved in close to me and wrapped a strong arm around my neck.
“Oh so you’re back with us again?” she whispered in my ear. Her breasts were pushing against my shoulders. She began to crush my neck and pulled back to increase the pain, holding me easily as I struggled in her powerful embrace. The pain in my balls made me want to double-up. She was stretching me in the opposite direction. I cried out.
“What am I doing?" she breathed. "I just thought we’d start our first session now. Any objections?”
Her arm suddenly choked off my reply. Then she loosened her grip a little, allowing me to breathe.
“Well? Any objections?” She suddenly tightened her arm again, crushing my throat, then relaxed her hold. “Hmmm?”
“Please…” I croaked, “…please let me go!” I sobbed.
She put her mouth to my ear.
“But I don’t want to let you go…” she purred, excited by my submission, my defeat.
“Please!” I begged through my tears. “Please don’t hurt me any more!”
She was silent for a while. Then she released my neck and moved back a little. I leaned forwards in awkward relief, rolling my shoulders and rocking my head in a useless attempt to allay the pain. Tears fell on my thighs. But despite my own agony, I was desperately hoping Sandra was having second thoughts. I heard her sigh, and my heart quickened.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry on?” she said softly. “I was going to wank you off again. Might have even given you that blowjob I promised you earlier!”
“No, please, Sandra!” Yet despite the circumstances I began to get an erection. I was glad that Sandra was behind me and couldn’t see the effect she was having on me. I wanted so much for this to finish, to be over. “You’re…I’d love you to…”
“Make you come? But?”
“But…” I blurted “But I’m…you’ve…I don’t want you to hurt me any more! Please!”
She was inches behind me, silent and still. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and could smell an acrid but erotic mixture of our sweat, pleasure and fear.
Suddenly she closed on me, wrapping her arm around my throat again. Then she pushed herself against me, repositioned her weight and making the floorboards creak, then wrapped her legs around my waist. She was still wearing the stilettos she’d tortured me with earlier, and she locked them together. She pulled me tightly back against herself. I felt the muscles of her inner thighs ominously flex, digging into my midriff. Her thick arm was once more tight around my neck. I couldn’t speak.
“I think you want me to carry on hurting you, don’t you really?”
I thrashed in desperation. To no avail.
“OK then! First a little bit of a squeeze and a stretch…” she began to pull back and closed her legs powerfully “..and then I’ve thought of some more nice things to do to your balls!”
You have a way with words, looking forward to reading future installments!
Wow skweezme! I just did a marathon read of your story tonight. Incredible. It made me wet. Your a great erotic writer, you had me *there* in the moment with you both. Your Sandra is a natural talent too.
I really appreciated your ability to articulate that deep ambivalence involved in ball busting. "More! No More!! More!! Noooo!" LOL And... the ambivalence for the ball buster is expressed in your story. You conveyed that need *I* experience to "check in" once in a while to see if my man is OK. I don't really want to injure him, and yet it is so hot to make him fear that I might.
Thanks for the great read! ((((smoochies)))) Ms Cat
Thank you so much, Mistress Cat. I'm glad my story made you wet! :)
I couldn’t breathe. My arms were caught behind me, my fingers ****** against her pubic bone. I couldn’t help but notice that Sandra was warm and wet. Her arm was crushing my throat and neck as she hauled back, stretching me. Her legs were relentlessly squeezing the breath out of me and crushing my lower ribs, pushing down on me and stretching my torso.
Her strength was fearsome. I realised I was just going to have to bear it. Sandra was going to keep hurting me for as long as she liked.
When she sensed I was going to pass out from the pain and lack of air, she clenched herself against me even harder for a terrifying moment, then released me and moved back. As I writhed in agony - with my wrists bound behind me and my legs still tied apart, gasping for breath and creased in pain - she stood up and walked around me, inspecting her victim. I was in a daze of pain and fear, and made a pathetic attempt to lean forward to stop her weight dropping on my balls again. Leaning forward made my back hurt.
She stood towering over me in amused silence, arms crossed under her jutting breasts. She waited until I’d got my breath back and had begun groaning pitifully. Then she stepped between my outstretched legs. In a reflex I tried to pull them together. She laughed, placing a hard heel into my crotch.
“There’s still a couple of things I want to do to you before I let you go. Things I want to do to your balls” She stabbed her heel. “Do you want to know what they are?” She stabbed again.
“Oh! Please Sandra! Yes!” I cried in pain.
“Or should I just surprise you?”
“No Sandra! Please tell me!” I just wanted to get this over with. But despite that...
“Well…remember I told you I used to fantasize about slapping you in the balls?”
“Yes” I sobbed.
“And I haven’t done that yet! I’d love to see what a couple of hard slaps and punches would do to you!”
I groaned.
“Oh come on! It’s not going to hurt as much as me kneeing you in the balls, is it? And then I’m going to find a way of standing on your balls. OK?”
She laughed as I tried to beg for her mercy, just pinning me down with her heel.
Hey just wanted to say that your story is great and hope you contiune it.It'a very kinky, keep up the good work!
I don't know if this is going to work, but here's a much later scene...a taster...
My wife Julie comes in, wearing her long leather coat and – unusually – some stiletto-heeled shoes she must have borrowed.
She took off her coat to reveal she was wearing nothing but the stockings and the stilettos. I was shocked that she was here, but I gazed at her in astonishment and pure lust. She looked incredible! I looked on as she draped her coat over the chair in the corner.
She’s taller and slimmer than Sandra, but she’s still curvy. Her legs are thinner but her taut muscles were well-defined in those stockings and heels. Her hands are bigger than mine – strong but elegant. She was holding a long wooden ruler I hadn’t noticed she’d brought with her. She looked at my balls and my newly-aroused penis, at the cum drying on my legs.
“Who needs punishing, then?”
She slapped the end of the ruler into her palm. The pain made her flinch. Then she smiled and moved the ruler down to my genitals. Sandra moved aside and watched with bated breath.
(returning to the story about Sandra…)
She was still laughing as she knelt down beside me and firmly pushed me down with one strong hand. She gently rubbed my balls with her other hand, making me flinch, then raised it and prepared to slap them. My tight cock was desperately bobbing in anticipation.
Suddenly she leaned back from me then rose up on her knees. She gazed down at me with a predatory look as she moved her fingers in between her legs.
“Hmmm! Are your balls still sore? After I kneed you last time?”
My body felt wrecked by what she’d just been putting me through. But my balls certainly remembered that last piledriver. And they still hurt.
“Please don’t hurt me any more!”
She grinned, still pleasuring herself.
“But I like hurting you! Your balls are still sore, aren’t they? I can tell”
Before I could manage an answer she pinned me down again, knocking the breath out of me, and slapped my balls sharply. The dull ache suddenly exploded into fierce agony. She leaned down on me and slapped me again, a little harder.
I screamed and sobbed in pain.
Still holding me down and panting with excitement, she clenched her hand into a heavy fist and drew her arm back.
Nice to see you back at it, your chapters are always worth the wait!
Then she punched me.
Her slaps had been hard and sharp, making me nauseous and wanting to rear up against her implacable weight. Now she threw her weight behind the punch, her hard fist driving into my balls, catching one of them directly against the pubic bone.
She moved back. I was curled up, retching, still bound but no longer held down by her weight.
“Remember you agreed I could do anything I want to you? Even if you weren’t enjoying it? As long as I was still enjoying hurting you?” Her voice seemed to come from far away. “You remember saying that, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…” I gasped, sobbing.
“Yes! But… I’m still enjoying myself!” She leaned forwards and grabbed my balls in one hand, and moved her other to pleasure herself again.
“Oh God! Please Sandra! Please let me go now…” I began to cry again. She loosened her grip, but still held my balls tight.
“No. I’m not going to let you go now. In a bit, OK. But not just yet. I could wank you off again in a minute if you like!” Her hand released its hold and began to work on my penis. Despite everything, she managed to summon an erection from me pretty rapidly. She casually played with me, exciting me but not letting me get too excited.
“Do you want me to give you another orgasm, then? Or shall I just untie you and let you go?” she said as she concentrated on the head of my penis.
She gently moved my foreskin back and forth over my oozing glans.
“Please…please will you untie me now, Sandra?”
“What? Now? Shall I untie you now?” she said as she increased her rhythm a fraction. I gasped. Then she slowed down again, grinning as I moaned in frustration. “Right now?”
“Well…” I attempted a smile. She laughed and quickened her strokes until I was beginning the irresistable rise to orgasm. Then she stopped and leaned back, folding her arms under her full breasts. I groaned with frustrated desire. Her sexuality was enslaving me.
“Shall I untie you then? Is that what you want?”
I was bewildered. I truly didn’t know what I wanted. For her to release me, and for some normality to begin to return? Or for her to complete that orgasm she’d summoned and was in full control of? But remain at her mercy should she decide to hurt me? And I knew that she probably would. I gazed at her – so powerful and frightening in her sadistic moments, but so aroused by those instincts. We both were.
“Right! I’ll untie you if you can’t decide yourself!”
“No…please…” I gulped as she began to reach towards my bound ankles.
“What?” she asked, sitting back and casually brushing a hand along my throbbing cock.
“Could you please…wank me off?” I begged “But I really couldn’t take you hurting me any more! Could you…please stop hurting me now?”
She took my cock in hand again and began to conjure the orgasm despite my fear.
“Tell you what? I’ll wank you off if I can promise that I’ll only hurt you for another…oh…ten minutes. I Promise. I’ll only torture you for another ten minutes and then that’ll be it.”
Her fingers continued to toy with me, teasing me with the certain knowledge of the pleasure they could give me. But then the crushing pain she was guaranteeing would follow.
I'd appreciate any comments. Is this still working for you? Or am I just talking to myself here? :)
You know how I feel I think, you should absolutely continue!
Grinning, she expertly kept me on the verge of orgasm until I could take it no more.
“Oh god Sandra!” I begged.
“What?” she laughed.
“Oh please…let me come!”
Her fingers continued to gently squeeze and rub. I groaned and tried to move against her hand, but she carefully moved with me, controlling the excruciating friction and keeping me from that final surge to release.
“OK! Then ten long minutes of torture? Will it be worth it? Just for coming?”
“Oh god…please let me come!”
She smiled, then wrapped her whole hot hand around my penis and slowly pumped me. She wasn’t in a rush to make me come this time, but took her time in gradually building my orgasm little by little. The point of no return had been reached and I cried out as she slowly brought me off. As I came she leaned forward to me.
“You know what? I’m looking forward to standing on your balls! In my heels. You’ll like that, won’t you? My whole weight crushing your balls!” She moved her hand faster.
I cried out as the waves of orgasm battered me into delirium.
“Oh yes! You will!”
Grinning savagely she moved her other hand to my balls, squeezing out every last drop of cum as her other hand continued to milk every last shudder from my body.
She eventually stopped. I was delirious from the crushing ball-pain and the massive orgasm she’d summoned up. Sandra leaned back for a tissue and began to wipe her hands. Then she wiped the cum off my torso and genitals.
She lifted herself up, her leg muscles flexing as they bore her shifting weight.
She stood above me, imperious, and placed a stiletto heel on my stomach. Though she was putting hardly any weight on me, the heel was digging in sharply and painfully. God! She was heavy!
“Well! That looked like you enjoyed it!” She twisted her heel a little until I gasped out. “But were you scared about what it’d feel like if I stood on your balls?” She leaned on me a little more. I cried out as the pain both sharpened and deepened.
“Oh god Sandra! Please! Please don’t!”
She moved a hand between her legs and smiled, fingering herself.
“Oh no! You’re not getting out of it! I’m going to enjoy torturing you for ten minutes now!” She leaned on me more heavily, digging and twisting her heel viciously.
She continued to pleasure herself and leaned even more of her weight onto that vicious twisting stiletto. I cried out as her heel tore my flesh, pinning me down. Still her hand rubbed hard between her strong thighs and she brought herself to a climax. With a final jab of her heel she pushed herself off then stood astride me, one hand still fingering the wet cleft of her cunt.
The wound felt raw. The torn circle of flesh where her heel had done its work was bleeding. The muscles beneath felt bruised and maybe damaged. I suddenly looked up at her in confused terror and began to tremble uncontrollably.
“What’s the matter with you? You’ve only got about…hmmm…nine more minutes! Then I promised I’d stop. That’s right, isn’t it?” She grinned down at me - a grin of satisfaction and dark anticipation.
“God no really Sandra! I mean it! I’m not playing now - I really mean it! Please don’t…please don’t…!”
“For God’s sake! You really are a selfish wimp, aren’t you? But that’s what I like about you. It’s why I’m enjoying hurting you”
“But I’m not selfish…!” I desperately began. Sandra interrupted me with a look of amused contempt.
“Oh no? No? I’ve just wanked you off like you’ve never been wanked off before. Or like you’ve ever wanked yourself off. True?”
“Oh God yes Sandra! It was so fucking…totally fucking amazing! But…”
“But? What?”
“But you keep hurting my balls and I’m really frightened of… of…”
“Of me?”
I gulped. Had we started to slip out of the roles we’d taken on? Were we talking friend-to-friend again? Would she stop now? My hope was desperate.
“Yes! It’s been amazing and…more amazing than I ever fantasised about!”
“But you’ve really had enough now?”
“Oh God! Yes! Thank you! Wow! I mean…thanks, Sandra, for, you know… ” I gibbered in sudden hope. She towered over me still, and I was still trembling and fearful. But just maybe my balls would be spared the terrifying torture she’s been prepared to inflict for her own pleasure.
"Please, Sandra? I've really had...phew!..more than enough!"
I may be being repetitive, but you are doing a great job with this story, and I appreciate your efforts. You always manage to keep me coming back in anticipation of the next chapter...
Thanks for your kind words, Woodpecker! More to cum later in the week... :)
Suddenly she seemed to notice the blood.
“Oh shit! I’ve gone too far! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, not…you know…really hurt you!” She dropped to her knees on the creaking floorboards and looked horrified at the damage she’d done. “God! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. This has gone too far, hasn’t it? I’m really sorry!”
I gasped in relief, even though my body was still wracked with pain. She’d almost cracked my ribs between those strong thighs kneeling by me. She’d used her floor-creaking weight on me. She’d beaten, battered and crushed my balls with her strong hands and powerful legs. Now her heel had opened a stingingly sharp bleeding wound and had left my already weakened stomach feeling even more bruised and battered. But my body also tingled with the orgasms she’d teased me with until she’d extracted her price.
“God, Sandra…yes!” I groaned. “It’s been…you’ve been…amazing! Thanks! I mean…but…you’ve really hurt me as well! I mean…I know I actually wanted you to hurt me and stuff…”
“Oh yeah! I could see that you liked it!“ she smiled. “Your cock was rock-hard most of the time and it was so much fun to tease!”
“No…I mean…but...”
She began rubbing my soft penis.
“No! Please don’t, Sandra! Please!” I gasped.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to hurt you a bit more? It’s getting nice and hard again. Isn’t it?”
“Shit, Sandra! Please stop…you’ve gone too far! Come on! Let me go now!”
Oh, PLEASE continue!Quote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
Yes, it's still working for me.
No, you aren't just talking to yourself here. Your story is being indexed by several search engine bots.
Over and out.
:) Thanks for the encouragement!
Interesting link, is this foreshadowing of where you are headed with the story?