Fooled

He looked really desperate. Really in pain. Knowing more was to come.

“OK…look, this’ll be the last thing, OK? Sorry I’m such a crazy bitch! Last thing, then I’ll let you go, OK? Thanks for letting me…you know…thanks for letting me do this to you and everything! But just this one last thing, OK? And then…?”

I took hold of his penis and made it hard again.

“Hmmm? You like that?”

He moaned and thrashed in his bonds. I didn’t let go. Just kept playing with him.

“Please! Oh no! Oh please…!”

I grinned. Let go. He gasped in frustration.

“So…just two more minutes, sunbeam! It’ll be all over, soon! So, what do you want me to do to you, then? To your balls? I’m going to hurt you, but you’ve got to choose! Like I said, sorry for being such a bitch. But there you go! Your bad luck!”

Now he had a pathetic look of desperate hope in his eyes. The end of his torment was only two minutes away. But he knew he couldn’t trust me! Or he should have known by now.

“Please! Please don’t…” he sobbed

I laughed, folded my arms under my breasts, pushing them up a little. The extra pressure made my nipples tingle.

“Come on! What do you want me to do to your balls for two minutes, then?”

“Please…I…just…just…just two more minutes?”

I laughed again.

“Just two more minutes, yes”

“I…please…do whatever…whatever you want to me!” he gulped.

I loved his surrender. The hopeless look on his face. But he was still staring at my tits, his cock twitching away.

“No, Kevin! What do you want me to do to your balls? Hmmm? Just tell me and then I can get on with it. The sooner I make a start, the sooner it’s all over! And then I might…you know…” I left the promise hanging, dangling.

His gaze left my breasts and he looked me in the eye. He was still in pain. I could see it. And scared. But maybe cautiously hopeful. I smiled at him.

“Do you want me to squeeze your balls some more? Or do you want me to punch them and slap them around for two whole minutes? Hmmm?”

Now you’re getting to know me, you probably won’t be surprised that just the thought of punching him in the balls made me want to do it again.

I waited for him to calm down. I hadn’t punched him that hard, but he didn’t take it too well.

I continued as if nothing had happened.

“Or would you like me to get my sexy boots out of the wardrobe, hmmm? My legs look fantastic in them, though I say so myself. Hmmm? Boots? And a bit of a kicking? Or do you want me to stamp on your balls, sunbeam? Hmmm? Two minutes of whatever you want. I’m all yours!”

I unfolded my arms, letting my breasts free, and wrapped my hot hand round his throbbing cock. Moved it up and down, slowly. He groaned.

“I’m not going to let you go until you decide” I grinned.

I'm almost certainly in the minority here, but she is too cruel for my taste hehe. That said, the writing is still quite good.

its best story ever...for 2 reasons. 1) its just great story
2) its good idea to not post whole story in 1 post...it keeps everyone including me waiting and excited about what will happen next :)

Will Mr Victim select GBH with a feather?

I gave him a few more strokes, then let go. Touched my clit and nearly exploded. This was so hot!

“What’ll it be, then, sunbeam? What do you want me to do to your balls? For your last two minutes of torture? ”

He finally seemed resigned to his fate. He eased a little in his bonds.

“OK…” he gulped “…OK, maybe you could just…just…you know…if you just…squeezed them, you know?” He swallowed.

I smiled.

“You want me to squeeze your balls for two whole minutes? You sure? I’ll squeeze them really hard, mind!”

He nodded. Tried to smile back at me.

“You don’t want to see me in my sexy boots, then, hmmm?”

I prodded his straining cock with my fingertip, making it bob up and down.

“I…I…oh! Oh please! Please…please could you just…just squeeze my balls now?”

“You don’t want me to punch them and slap them around for two minutes, then?”

“Oh god! No! Please…please just…squeeze me!” he gasped.

I carried on prodding at his cock. It was dribbling onto his stomach.

“You really want me to give your balls a good hard squeezing, then? Want me to grind them together with these strong hands? Hmmm?”

“I…aaargh!”

I’d grabbed hold of his rigid cock and started twisting it, wrenching it around. Drops of his precum flew about.

“Alright then, Kevin! If that’s what you want! It is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Aaargh! Oh please! Yes! Yes!”

I let go. Smiled down at him.

“OK, then! No problem! You ready, then? Ready for your last two minutes of…torture?”

He nodded, panting in pain. His cock wasn’t very hard now.

I gathered his balls together in my strongest hand. Not squeezing. Not yet. But he still cried out in pain. What a wuz!

Up to that point I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Maybe he’d had enough. Maybe I’d let him go. Part of me really was feeling sorry for him. I was being such a sadistic bitch!

But I was still really enjoying it! Being cruel. Torturing him. It felt…liberating, thrilling. It made my cunt hot, made it throb and glow. All those times I’d masturbated fantasising about doing something like this!

I gave his balls a little squeeze, making him yelp in pain. And again. My other hand drifted to my clit.

I glanced at the clock. OK.

“So, Kevin! Nearly finished! Just two more minutes. Alright? Then I’ll let you go. And you won’t say anything about it afterwards, will you? It won’t have happened, will it?”

“I…what…I mean…no! No!”

“No! Exactly! Because if you did mention anything to anyone, me and my friend have got a rather compromising photo of you, haven’t we? And I’ve got a couple of nice ones from last week when I was tied up and you were shagging me. We wouldn’t want your other half to see those, would we?”

He gulped and shook his head.

I was lying about last week’s photos. I wished I’d thought of it before. Seemed to have done the trick, though.

“And don’t worry. I won’t say anything to anyone, either. So here we go then, sunbeam. Just two minutes to go. I’m going to be rough with you, though. I’m going to really hurt you for two minutes, OK? Just two more minutes and then…you know…back to the real boring world. OK?”

He screwed his eyes shut in anticipation of the pain. Nodded.

“…ok…”

“OK! Two minutes!” I checked the time on the clock.

I still hadn’t decided whether to keep my promise. To stop hurting him after two minutes. Maybe wank him off. Did he deserve that? Maybe. It’d be nice to make him come, despite everything I was doing to him. We’d see.

“Here we go then, sunbeam!” I began to knead his balls.

Harder and harder.

Then just gripping tight, crushing them. Then letting go. Then piling on the pressure again and twisting, ******* my weight down.

Then back to kneading.

I glanced at the clock. Still plenty of time.

I went back to work on his balls with both hands this time. Making him scream, begging me to stop.

I laughed.

I really was so enjoying myself!

Aw. I registered just to vote for stomping. The verification came in too late though. >> But yeah, kicking while lying down isn't nearly as effective as just mashing them into the ground. If she decides to continue, in case he's being overly-cocky about leaving, I vote stomping then~

[I don't know what she's going to do next!]

But you will know soon!

Having read this story in the short bursts of free time over the last week or so, i have to say, it's fucking fantastic! having nearly made me cum in my trousers several times.
Well done skweezme, you write very well indeed, however i think the fantasy and picturing myself in the same situation is far more pleasurable than it would be in reality, i'm not sure i would be able to take such cruelty, might be willing to give it a try though, have to test the limits sometimes don't we? ;)

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Have A Good One!

I carried on squeezing, kneading, crushing his balls.

He was in agony.

I’d relax for a moment, then pile it on again, laughing.

I glanced at the clock.

“Nearly over now, sunbeam!” I bore down hard on his balls again, enjoying his screams and his begging me to stop.

The two minute mark was approaching. I kept on squeezing and mangling his poor balls.

The two minutes were up. Too soon for me, not soon enough for him.

I let go. Sat back, grinning.

“There you go, Kevin! Wow! That was…amazing!”

He was groaning in pain, shaking. I was fingering my clit.

It felt really good. I shuddered with pleasure. Gasped.

Watched him writhing with the pain I’d inflicted on him. He was really hurting.

I really wanted to carry on.

To be honest, I’d really wanted to kick him hard in the balls. Or even stamp on them in my boots. See what that would do to him. Wondered what it would feel like. Well, I mean, I knew it’d feel fantastic kicking his balls and stamping on them, making him scream and beg even more. I just wondered what the actual sensation would be like.

To feel my booted foot ram into his soft balls, my strong and heavy legs smashing them into the hard bones behind them.

But I didn’t really want to injure him or anything. I mean, like I said, I didn’t hate him or anything or even dislike him. He seemed OK.

Maybe I’d been a bit too rough with him. He still looked like he was in quite a bit of pain. I found myself grinning. I hadn’t realised how strong I was. I could be such an evil bitch!

But I could be nice, as well.

“OK then Kevin?” I took hold of his cock. Made it hard again. Giving him a great tit-show as they bounced to the rhythm of me jerking him off. “Hmmm?”

“Oh god…oh please…”

I slowed down as he began to peak. I couldn’t help it. Maybe I wanted to prolong his pleasure. Or my pleasure…his frustration.

I teased his desperate straining dribbling cock with my fingers, enjoying my female power over him.

“I…oh!..please!..”

"I was just going to post a reply in one of Skweezme´s threads, but I suppose it is okay if I thank you here. Your work is very exciting. I do not really care if there are more or less slaps in a story. I am a fan of them but not obsessed. Your tales are one of the best reasons to be in this forum. Well written, intense and even funny.
What I like more is your female characters, and the fact that they enjoy what they are doing. Many people fantasies imagine women who ballbust in revenge, or because they hate men in general. I find much more compelling if the dominant are as excited as their victims. I do not understand the films in which the woman whipping a man seems bored or angry. You, on the other side, have a unique way of communicating her thrilling.
By the way, I do not agree with you when you say that your stories would not work outside this forum. I have just come here, so I read them from start to end, without having to wait for you to continue each new part. But I enjoyed them immensely, even without the suspense. It is difficult to choose one over the others but I think I would pick Madeleine (Skweeme latest idea). Personally I prefer the realistic plots, and this one was as simple as emotionally touching.
Thank you for all the time spent. Be sure that I (and many others) appreciate your gift to us.
elotro"

So far your story is absolutely amazing, I hope you had a wonderful holiday and I hope to read more of this story soon :-D.

He was right on the verge of coming. I could feel his orgasm starting to build to the point of no return. I let go. His groans of frustration and naked lust made me laugh, as I watched his straining penis dripping precum onto his stomach.

“Oh you poor thing! Look, I’m really really sorry, Kevin. Just one last punch in the balls, OK? I told you I was a sadistic bitch, didn’t I? Hmmm?”

He didn’t answer immediately. So I hit him in the balls. Not too hard. He screamed.

“Didn’t I? Hmmm?”

“Oh…god…yes, but…please oh please…” he gasped. “Please…let me go now. Please? Please just let…let me go?”

“But I haven’t punched you in the balls yet, sunbeam. That was just a little tap!”