:) Nah! Just thought it was an interesting link! :)
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:) Nah! Just thought it was an interesting link! :)
And when I was reading that link I was definately reminded of the thoughts that were going through my mind at that point :cussing:
“But look! You’re getting all excited again, aren’t you!” She carried on rubbing.
“Please let me go now…I mean it!” I sobbed. “I can’t help it if my prick keeps getting all excited… please let me go?”
She seemed not to hear me. She was absorbed in what she was doing.
“Hmmm. It was…stiffer than that earlier. Maybe if I just…?” She glanced into my eyes, smiled, then looked back to what she was doing. She stroked her hand down my penis and gently cupped my balls.
“Oh no please god, Sandra! Please don’t!”
She laughed and began squeezing.
“Now look at that!” she crushed and kneaded my balls in her powerful hand. I reared up in pain but she pushed me down with her other hand and pinned me with her weight.
“See what I mean? You like what I’m doing to you! You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” She laughed as I writhed under her. “You just wait ‘til I…stand on your balls!” she hissed.
“But Sandra…!” I screamed and sobbed with each cruel squeeze. “I thought…aaargh!”
“You thought what?” She stopped squeezing but still held my balls.
“I…?” I gasped, “Christ, please! I thought…you said…oh…please Sandra! Come on, you said it’s gone too far, you’ve gone too far…it’s too much…it was only a bit of fun!”
“But I didn’t realise how much I’d enjoy it, did I!” she squeezed my balls again and held her grip. “Just one last…torture…and then I’ll let you go... OK?”
The true irony of BB, the more it hurts, the more excited we get, to the point where you dread and crave the next blow all at once. As always, glad to see you keeping at it, looking forward to the next parts.
[be intereted to get more feedback. This thread gets a lot of hits!]
“ Oh god no, Sandra! Please stop hurting me!”
“But you like it, don’t you! Just look at your cock!” She increased her grip, smiling. I howled in agony. She just laughed.
Then she released my brutalised balls and sat back on her heels, hands splayed on thick taut thighs.
“Oh you poor thing! Is Nasty Sandra hurting you? You’re not getting away from it! I’m really sorry… but I really want to stand on your balls and see what it feels like. To trap one under my heel and to just…push down…” one hand moved to her cunt “…and twist…” she began teasing herself.
My stomach was still hurting. So were my balls. The thought of her heavy weight driving that sadistic heel into my cruelly aching balls was terrifying. I broke down and begged and begged but she laughed and continued rubbing herself, beginning to pant with pleasure. Then with a sigh she moved her hand back to her thigh, flexing her fingers on the tight flesh and the hard muscle underneath.
She looked at me in mock concern.
“What’s the matter, baby? You look frightened…don’t worry it’ll all be over soon…just as soon as I’ve trodden on your balls for a bit!” She slowly stood up, the floorboards creaking under her, and leaned a heel on my balls, which slid aside so that she was pressing hard on my pubic bone. I gasped in pain
“But I think I’ll have to tie them up so they can’t get away from me…hang on a minute…” She removed her weight from me and walked over to the corner of the room. Through my tears I saw her gather up another piece of cord like she’s used to bind my wrists and ankles. She walked slowly back, tying a slipknot in one end.
She stepped between my outstretched legs. I groaned in fear as I took in the look in her eyes while her strong hands made their final adjustments. Then she smiled at me and knelt down on my thighs. Her weight crushed my muscles against my bones. She slipped her hand through the noose of the knot, grasped my cock and balls firmly and pulled. I reared up towards her but she pushed me down roughly. Then with her other hand she slipped the noose over my genitals and used both hands to tighten it.
Then she seemed to have a change of plan. She climbed of my bruised thighs and sat between my legs, like she’s done earlier, with her own legs either side of me. She seemed to be in a more comfortable position to carry on her knot-work.
She looped some of the cord just round my balls in a figure-of-eight arrangement so that the cord separated them, then tied off the two ends of the cord tightly. It felt like my cock would burst.
Sandra laughed at my reaction.
“Right then! I think it’s time I stood on your balls, isn’t it? But while you’re there…” she pondered a moment. “…sit up!”
I didn’t respond immediately. I was confused and afraid.
“I said sit up!” she said fiercely, and slapped my bound balls sharply. The pain stunned me. I began to feel that nauseous ache well up from its slumber and doubled up.
“That’s better!” she laughed, as she hugged me tight, snuggled closer, then wrapped her legs around me.
“Before I have some more fun with your poor balls, I just thought I’d have a last squeeze…” She lowered her arms so that her hands were pushed against my own bound wrists. Her breasts pressed against me. Then she piled on the pressure with her legs and arms, pulling back with all her power and weight. She held me wracked in her tremendous strength for a few moments, then released me, laughing.
“Better get on with your balls now, before they go numb! Still…even if they’re a bit numb they’re still going to get some serious pain!”
I was still trying to cope with the sensory overload of the pain she’d just inflicted. My back and my ribs felt wrenched, ripped, crushed. And there was the constant biting ache of my bound balls.
Then she was standing over me and placing the sole of one stiletto over both my balls. She pressed down. I screamed in agony.
“Oh come on! I’m not even using my heels yet! Just a bit more pain and then we’ll be finished!”
She took her weight off my balls for a moment, then caught one under the heel of her shoe and began to press down…
THE END
Well done skweezme! I for one have greatly appreciated the time and effort you put into writing this story. You have a real talent for writing, and I look forward to reading any future offerings of yours.
Sweet story I really liked it, you have a lot of writing talent like woodpecker said. I also liked how you ended it on a an open ended thing where she might have ruptured him or didn't, or I'm just reading between the lines too much...Anywho, I, and I'm sure everyone else does too, appreciate you writing so much on our little group fetish. Hope to see me from you soon.
Thanks for the story, Skweezme.
I especially liked the lines such as, "Her weight crushed my muscles against my bones", as it is a very vivid description, which lets the reader imagine what it must be like to be in that situation. Reading your story I could almost feel Sandra crushing down on top of me as she tortured you. :)
David B.
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Many thanks for feedback Woodpecker, Thanxman and David! I tried to put the story over realistically. Seems to have worked. And yes, leaving the story at that point was on purpose.
Can I just ask what other bits of vivid description worked for you?
Writing this account has been great fun and a learning experience!
I really liked the way you described your fear and her excitement as she teased you with what she was going to do next. Really added to the excitement of the story for me. Also, the character dialogue was very well done, made the story flow nicely.
I liked the character dialogue, it was realitic and had real emotion in it. I also like the description of the way she tortured the guy and it was very realistic and descriptive and helped create a great visual in my mind. And again the end how you described how she used her foot to stand and her heel was great.
I agree that the dialogue is very well written. There's a lot of humour in the way Sandra teases you. She's a bit sarcastic, enjoying the power she has over you.
I also really liked the part where Sandra thought she had gone too far. She had a normal human reaction to seeing the blood and seemed to regret what she had done. Sandra reacted the opposite from how I thought she was going to, and this helped to make the story multi-dimensional and believable.
David B.
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Thanks everyone! Interesting points. Good feedback. I found the dialogue easier than the descriptions of what the pain felt like. That's why I mostly tried to suggest it rather than describe it. The old "show, don't tell" advice. It's also why I didn't over-describe Sandra physically - I wanted your imaginations to fill in the details. OK, I thought I ought to convey her presence, her heaviness, strength and sexiness. She's no wimpy slip of a girl, my friend Sandra!
And I'm glad she took you by surprise sometimes. She does that.
Any other advice or constructive comments welcome!
Hello again Skweezme,
About the descriptions, I like the ones that go right into the body, such as:
"Now she threw her weight behind the punch, her hard fist driving into my balls, catching one of them directly against the pubic bone".
I can visualise Sandra's fist hitting the surface, then continuing, travelling through your body, hitting the bone, and so on... I personally have an interest in the way the human body works: I'm very interested in medicine and human anatomy/biology, so to me that was very effective writing. I think keeping the descriptions brief just made them more powerful as they were straight to the point and so had a lot of impact.
David B.
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Thanks, David_B, for your ideas.
"Impact". Interesting choice of words!
Sandra certainly had an "impact" on my balls! :) I don't know what was worse - when she kneed, slapped and punched me, or when she crushed my balls in her hands or under her shoe. It just all got worse!
He'd asked her to wrestle with him and to hurt him. He'd also asked her to hurt his balls, and to be cruel to him when he wanted to submit. She was happy to oblige and had gone along with relish. She was as tall as him, much taller with the heels she'd chosen to wear, but was much more heavily built - wide shoulders and hips, sturdy heavy legs, arms thick with natural muscle.
She easily got him into a variety of submission holds, making sure to hurt every part of his body but returning again and again to his balls. One favourite move she repeated was to force him to the ground, then to lie face down and reversed on top of him, clamping his neck high between her terrible thighs. Her full weight pinned him immobile and she crushed his neck and jaw, remorselessly increasing her power until he desperately submitted, his head feeling as though it was about to be wrenched from his body. When she got him to this point of agony she eased the pressure a little then took a firm grip on his balls which she then began to squeeze in repeatedly harder pulses which again brought desperate cries from him.
All this time her weight lay crushing him, constricting his breathing. But now she would suddenly grasp his balls in a sickening grip and would push herself up. The combination of her powerful grip and the heavy weight of her body being carried mainly by his wrenched and stretched balls brought a new note of panic and pleading to his screams. She would then re-apply those crushing thighs at full power to his neck, focusing all the strength of her powerful frame into pushing his balls away from his body and stretching and crushing his neck. She could feel the vibration of his screams on her clitoris which was ****** hard against his throat, which gave her even more pleasure and encouraged her to continue for longer than was necessary.
When he was recovering from these extreme demonstrations of her power and cruelty, she continued to put him through more minor but still painful holds - his arms and legs were twisted first one way then another in a variety of wickedly creative holds. Sometimes she's just force him to submit then would let go. Other times she's maintain the hold or increase it until she knew she was about to damage a limb or dislocate a joint. She enjoyed using her superior strength to inflict pain, and loved to hear the genuine notes of fear in his desperate begging. His body got more and worn down. He could hardly move his arms and legs.
She had just finished another combination headscissors and ball-wrenching, which had left him curled up and sobbing in pain. She decided to move on to a new torture she'd planned for this session. She took a piece of cord from the corner of the room and returned to her victim. He groaned as she ****** him face down and took both his arms straight behind his back, sitting across him. He expected her to begin some more arm-locks or to force him into a back-breaker but he didn't expect her to tie his wrists and forearms together firmly.
She stepped off him and grasped the tied wrists with one hand. She couldn't resist putting one foot on his back, digging her stiletto heel in, and pulling up on the arms until he screamed and she smiled. Then she removed her foot from his back and brought him staggering to his feet by lifting his arms. He was ****** to bend low as she raised them further. She led him along in this position to one of the walls, then released him so that he could stand upright, his shoulders on fire. He looked up into the face of his tormenter, fearful of what she had in mind. He couldn't help glancing at her heavy breasts as he stood before her. That made her smile.
She strode across the room to a cupboard and removed something. She returned, crouched down in front of him and attached a small but heavy hinged metal plate to his scrotum so that his balls protruded from one side. Then she picked up one end of a cord attached to a ratchet on the wall, passed the cord between his legs and attached it to the plate. She crossed to the opposite wall and came back with the end of another cord which she fastened to his wrists still tied behind him, then went back to the far wall. She began to haul on the other end of the cord and the ratchet clicked ominously as the cord was pulled taut. She continued to pull and he was ****** to cross into the centre of the room until prevented from going further by the cord which was attached to his balls, which were pulled behind him.
She continued to pull, feeling more resistance as she increased the pressure. Soon he was having to twist awkwardly as the cord attached to his arms behind him pulled him around. She went to him, ****** his head down and pulled his arms straight up behind him, pulling the cord taut to keep him in that position. She held onto the cord, returned to the wall and took up the slack with the ratchet. He was now trapped in that uncomfortable position. She pulled on the cord some more until he began to moan in pain. His already-weakened arms were being pulled hard against his shoulder-joints and his balls were being pulled back hard against the metal plate. She walked slowly over to him and crouched to look into his face. She could see him struggling to cope with the pain.
"Is that uncomfortable?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"Yes, Mistress" he managed in a strained voice.
"Good”
She returned to the ratchet and tightened it by a few clicks. He cried out. She moved back to him and stood to his side. He was bent over before her, his torso horizontal. She slammed a knee up into his stomach, then again. He cried out for mercy. She moved to his other side and repeated the cruel blows. The force of these blows kept knocking him aside and off-balance, so as well as being punishing in themselves they also wrenched his shoulders and balls. All he was aware of was the pain.
She stopped hurting him and moved away. It took a while for him to begin to notice his surroundings again.
She was walking back from the cupboard carrying a long heavy rubber strap-on. The fake glans was oversized on the thick knobbled shaft. It looked as though it was designed to give pain rather than pleasure.
She crouched before him, fondling the dildo suggestively.
"Would you like me to fuck you?" she purred.
He knew any answer he gave was going to get him into trouble.
"Not really, thank you Mistress" he pleaded.
"OK. Not if you don't want me to" she said in a reasonable tone. He gulped with relief. She walked behind him and caressed his buttocks, balls and anus with the fearsome dildo.
"Are you sure you don't want me to fuck you?" she asked softly.
"No thank you Mistress" he replied, worried that if she wanted to, she could.
"OK" she again said and once more massaged his balls which were protruding through the metal plate which was stretching his scrotum. Then she raised the heavy dildo over her shoulder and brought it down hard onto his trapped balls. If she had just let it drop under its own weight it would have been a painful impact. But she used her strength to add considerable force. The taut cords thrummed in the aftermath as his knees buckled in pain which in turn increased his problems.
She sat on the ground before him, spread her strong legs and massaged her clitoris with the dildo as he moaned and sobbed in agony. She studied his face with pleasure. After several minutes he was beginning to regain some sort of composure. The tears on his cheeks were dry. He was still in evident pain.
"Do you want me to fuck you…" she asked softly, "…or hit you in the balls again?"
"Oh Mistress!! Please don't hit me in the balls again!" he begged.
"That's not an answer to my question, is it? Do you WANT me to fuck you or do you WANT me to hit you in the balls again?"
"Please please don't…" he began. "I want you to fuck me" he said in resignation.
"It doesn't sound like you want me to fuck you. Did that really hurt you?"
"Oh yes Mistress! It was…horrible, it really really hurt". He was on the verge of crying again.
"And you don't want me to do it again?"
"No Mistress, please don't" he sobbed. She began to stand up.
"The trouble is…I want to do it again" she said as she moved behind him. She waited while his pleading and begging grew more desperate, then with a sigh of pure delight she brought the heavy dildo crashing back down into his balls. She waited patiently until his screams became moans then did it again. She returned to her splay-legged position on the floor and pleasured herself as his sobs and groans became less intense.
"Now, do you WANT me to fuck you?" she asked quietly.
"Yes please Mistress," he sobbed. "Please please fuck me!" he begged.
"OK, if you want me to"
She stood and slowly attached the monstrous dildo around her wide and heavy hips. She took a jar of lubricant and smeared the thick shaft and glans, moaning softly as the clitoral stimulator began to push against her. He looked on in fear. He knew she wouldn't be gentle.
She moved behind him and stepped one leg over the cord which attached his balls to the wall. Suddenly he realised it was going to be worse than he'd thought - it wasn't going to be easy to get that huge object into his anus, but she had the strength to do it. But in the process he'd be pushed forwards relentlessly. He wasn't physically in a position to have the leverage to push back, and wasn't resting against a solid surface. The only necessary resistance there'd be to the power needed to push that huge thing in would be his balls attached to the wall.
She placed the tip of the dildo against his clenched buttocks, which he tried desperately to relax. She leaned one hand on his back, which caused an agonising pain in his shoulders.
"OK! Here goes! I'm really looking forward to this!! This will really fuck you!"
He screwed his eyes shut and began uselessly screaming.
That's an excellent story, Skweezme. I especially like the first half, which has a real sense of two bodies locked together, with the woman using every part of her own body to increase the pain in his. The way the woman wrapped herself around the guy was very well described, and made me think of the way a boa constrictor kills its prey, slowly crushing the life out of its helpless victim with its greater strength. I could almost hear the guy's muscles and bones stretching and snapping as the woman wrestled and tortured him.
I like the sense of irony in the story too. It's kind of about the gulf between fantasy and reality. The guy at first asked to be hurt, but got a lot more than he bargained for. He thought he had control over the situation, but found out too late that he was wrong. There's a similar point-of-no-return theme in many of Hitchcock's films (like North by Northwest) of a character who suddenly has the ground pulled from under him and everything he thought he knew is turned on its head. By the time he understands what is happening it's too late...
The link directly below is to a story I wrote a few years ago while I was studying, and just needed a break from the constant essays that I was being asked to write.
http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Sa...alletShoes.htm
It's written in a sort of neo-Victorian dialect. I was trying to have some fun with the language of the period, as I'm very interested in the different ways people spoke and used language at different times in history. Anyway, I hope you like it.
David B.
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Thanks for the feedback, Dave! Much appreciated. :)
My breasts look big in the leather bra. I turn from side to side in front of the mirror, admiring myself. My legs look great in the black high heels and stockings. OK, a bit thick and muscley, but I like looking strong. Perhaps I could do with losing a few pounds.
Peter, who was due for his first session with me in a couple of minutes, said he liked that about me - that I’m physically stronger, bigger and heavier than him. He said he wanted me to really hurt him. I was looking forward to meeting him. And hurting him. He sounded like a bit of a pain-slut on the phone, but I was looking forward to pushing him over his limits.
Sometimes you have to hold back. I think Peter will like it if I don’t. Afterwards, anyway! He won’t like it at the time. I’ll make sure of that. He thinks he wants me to hurt his balls. I told him that that’s my favourite thing and he might get more than he bargained for. I've got to be clear about this. There has to be a consensus to begin with, an agreement. That it’s me who’s in control. And I was going to prove it. By taking him past his limits of eroticised pain and into the realms of my own perverse and sadistic pleasure.
I hope he won't chicken-out. Sometimes they do. But once I get them in here, they're mine! They look at me as if I'm a voluptuous goddess of punishment and pain! It really turns me on, arouses me. And I prove them right.
Ah! The doorbell! I've got my victim for torture!
Re: Here's another little tale I cooked up earlier...
Another well done story. I am not normally interested in wrestling/fighting style stories, but this one was a good read. I really liked the ending, great visual with the ropes and the strap-on, and making him beg for it to avoid more hits to the balls.
Looking forward to seeing where the next story goes...
Really great stories...
For addicts, there are a lot of story in this site http://www.thevalkyrie.com/library.html
I think most of you already know it.
If you read stories in french (http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/french/index.htm), I recommend you those written or translated by elricnec.
I've always liked the first person format, as it's a good way of getting inside a character's head. Will be interesting to see how it progresses...
Also, thanks Bustthem for the Valkyrie link. I'd forgotten how much great material there is on that site... The Valkyrie even has an interactive story, where anyone can contribute the next chapter. That might be something to try here one day?
David B.
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I go straight to the door. Sometimes I leave them waiting, playing mind games. But I’m looking forward to this one, eager to get him naked and bound.
Opening the door slightly, I find I’m looking down at Peter. He looks nice enough. Pretty eyes. I want to see pain and fear in them. Patience.
“Hello Peter! Come in!” I smile. He glances behind him, then he steps inside. I close the door behind him, noticing the way he’s staring at me, taking in my size and my sexy looks. He seems nervous. Perhaps I’m bigger than he expected. I could just overpower him now and he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight against me. Would he like that?
“You OK?”
He gulps. So cute! “Err…yeah! Wow!”
“Good! That’s good. Could you take your clothes off and just leave them on this chair? Then we’ll go through into my little den for some fun like you want. I’ll wait for you!”
I turn my back on him and go through into my playspace. This is always the moment of submission. I leave the door open and move out of his line of vision. He’s made it here. I’ve locked him in. Whoever Peter is outside this room won’t matter soon.
He wants me to hurt his balls. Oh, I’m going to!
I can hear him taking his clothes off. His breathing sounds a bit excited. I wonder what’s going through his mind? Wonder what he expects? What he really wants? I know what I want, and I’m starting to get excited myself. And aroused.
Not by Peter himself, though he looks nice enough. But aroused by the things I’m going to do to him. On the phone he’d said this was his first time. He’d tried to sound confident and chatty, but I could tell he was nervous. He’d asked me a few times if I would be really cruel to him. That’s always tricky to get right. How to respond in a way that reassures them that you’re going to enjoy hurting them, but reassures them you’re not a total maniac!
He’s stopped fiddling with his clothes, and walks through the doorway. His hands are held self-consciously at his sides. He’s already got an erection. He stands there and looks at me. His cock gets harder and higher. I raise my eyes to his. He’s still staring at my legs and tits, then he looks into my eyes with an embarrassed but desperate smile. I’d told him that I probably wouldn’t let him come, that there’d be nothing sexual in that way. But I was so looking forward to teasing that cock as well as torturing his balls.
I smile at him.
“OK then Peter? Come over here! I want to kick you in the balls first”
He looks scared and takes a gulp, then he comes towards me.
“Kneel down in front of me!”
He kneels down on his heels and stares up at me, still looking scared.
“No, not like that! Kneel up and spread you legs!”
He looks worried that he’s made a mistake and follows my command, raising himself up and opening his legs. His hands automatically go to cover himself up, to protect his balls.
I’m looking down at him.
“How would you like to feel my leg before I kick you? Feel my muscles?”
He gulps again, scared but turned on. I can see his cock twitching.
“Well?” I turn one leg and flex my muscles slightly.
“Err…yes please!” he drools.
“Give me your hands, then”
He nervously moves them from his balls and I reach out my own hands to him. I take his and place them on my thigh, holding them under my own. His hands are smaller than mine. They feel very warm and are slightly trembling. I’ve got my thigh relaxed. Then I tighten it up.
“What does that feel like?” My voice comes out a bit husky.
“God it’s…you feel really strong! Are you really going to…be cruel to me?” he gasps, gazing up at me. He looks even more scared but excited.
“Oh yes!”
I move his hands off my thigh and place them on top of his head.
“Keep them there!” I command.
I move around behind him. He keeps facing front. His buttocks are nice and clenched. I take a deep breath then kick his arse really hard. He goes flying forwards, bringing his arms down just in time to stop him hurting his face on the floor.
“Get on your knees again!” I snap at him. I’m not annoyed or anything, but I want to start dominating him. Being brutal. He draws himself up, back to a kneeling position, rubbing his arse.
“Hands on head, Peter!”
As he begins to raise his hands I kick him hard again, aiming for the same place. He goes flying to the ground. I stride over him to stand in front again.
“Kneel up and put your hands on your head. Legs apart! Now!”
I watch as Peter tries to pull himself together. Eventually he gets into position and closes his eyes, waiting for me to kick him in the balls.
“Lean back a bit!”
He grimaces but straightens up. Balancing on one foot, I probe his balls with the top of my shoe. He flinches, but straightens up again. I want to get this right. Sometimes when I kick someone in the balls I miss the actual balls but still manage to cause a lot of pain.
“Ready?”
His eyes flash open with a question but I’ve already connected. He’s thrown backwards, hands coming down to clutch his balls, gasping for breath. My leg feels the impact. More than satisfying! I leave him doubled-up and gagging while I get the torture bench ready.
I'm looking forward to getting his balls in the genital vice.
I really don't know if I can do a sustained dom view. My identification is with the sub. Know what I mean?