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Glad to see you decided to continue the story!
“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.