I'm luving it :loveeyes Give him 10 turns for being a naughty boy!
Or maybe let him chose between 8 turns with no orgasm, 10 with wank and 12 with blow job....
POP!
Oh thats not happened before. I guess that means our game is over....... Next!
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I'm luving it :loveeyes Give him 10 turns for being a naughty boy!
Or maybe let him chose between 8 turns with no orgasm, 10 with wank and 12 with blow job....
POP!
Oh thats not happened before. I guess that means our game is over....... Next!
I can hardly think. My body’s crying out to beg her to undo the vice. It’s tight. It feels different to her squeezing my balls in her hands. Her hands hurt more, but they weren’t…continuous. The vice is just relentless. I can’t believe this isn’t damaging me. But I have to trust her.
But I’m also trusting she’ll do what she said she’ll do to me if I ask her to take it off now. And if I agree to her carrying on using the vice, she’ll make me come afterwards. If I still can, she said. I hope she was just trying to frighten me. Even though the pain is really bad, and might get a bit worse, I’m still hopelessly aroused. Or perhaps there is hope.
“Please Mistress…are you really going to…make me come afterwards, if you…you know…the vice?”
“Oh yes! I can make you have an amazing orgasm. It’ll blow your mind after all the pain! So do you want to play my little game with the vice?”
“Yes! Yes please, Mistress…”
It’s almost a relief to have decided. To have some sort of choice. I’m grateful for the bit of control she’s allowed me. But really I know she’s just playing with me. She could do whatever she likes. I haven’t got any choice, really. But I don’t want her to be cross with me.
“Good! OK then…!” She’s smiling at me now.
She looks pleased with my decision, I think. I certainly don’t want to upset her. She’s scaring me. I just hope my balls will be OK afterwards. But they’re clamped tight at the moment. It really hurts. But I think I’ll be able to take it. I don’t think I’ll be able to cope with harder slapping and more awful kicks. I’d like to be able to, but she’s too strong and vicious for me. I’m really frightened of what she might do if I don’t go along with her.
And she’s going to make me come! I didn’t expect this, but she’s going to do it. I think. That’ll be so amazing! I didn’t expect I’d be so turned-on.
She’s still smiling as she reaches under the bench again and picks something up. Shows it to me. It’s an ordinary dice.
“Odds or evens?”
My balls are throbbing in pain. This must be it. The game. I don’t know the rules, but I know it’s going to hurt me more. She’s going to start hurting me again now. I’ve got no choice about that.
Good call sweezeme. I like to add a little chance to a ballbusting scenario. The small chance that I could actually lose my nuts is a real turn on :D I can’t wait to see what odds or evens entails. :thumbup
Hope you like the next bit, Sylvester!
“I’m…sorry?” he stammers. He’s gasping for breath.
“Just choose…odds or evens?”
It really doesn’t matter what he decides. But I enjoy making them choose. Or letting them think they’re choosing.
“Evens…?” He looks terrified.
“OK! Evens. If I throw an even number I’ll undo the vice a quarter-turn. If it’s an odd number I’m going to tighten it up. Ready?”
“Tighten it?” he gasps.
I laugh.
“What did you think? That I wouldn’t like to crank that handle a bit more? Don’t be such a fucking wimp, Peter! Anyway, it won’t be so bad. I’ll roll this dice…say…twelve times. If you’re incredibly lucky…well, work it out yourself, pet!”
He’s looks confused, distracted by the pain. Lovely!
“Come on, quick! You can do maths can’t you?” I move my hand threateningly towards the vice.
“I…please Mistress…don’t…do you mean…? Do you mean if…if it’s only…like…even numbers?”
“Of course! If it’s all even numbers…?”
“You’ll…undo the vice twelve times?”
I nod.
“And that’ll…that’ll be it?” He looks bemused. But hope begins to dawn. It always does. I can be so manipulative!
“Well, yes…and I’ll wank you off nice and slow afterwards, of course!”
His eyes melt again.
“But what if you’re really, really unlucky?”
I smile, gently shaking the dice.
His eyes focus in growing dread.
“Oh yes! If It’s me who’s really, really lucky I get to tighten the vice twelve quarter-turns…three full turns. pet. Think you’ll be able to take that? I’ll still try and wank you off afterwards, but…you know…”
He looks absolutely terrified again. He’s great, this one. I love it!
“Oh come on, don’t be so stupid! It’s going to be the law of averages, isn’t it? The vice is going to end up pretty much where it is now, at the end of the day. It’s just a game, you know?”
He doesn’t look convinced. We’re both going to get lucky. But I’m in control, after all.
“Here we go, pet!” I grin.
I roll the dice between his legs. It bumps against his thigh then settles. He’s craning his neck forward to see what the number is…
Oh yeah! If its an odd number she should tighten by that number of turns..... Oh dear, how unlucky Peter! Three fives in a row :DQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
Come on Sylvester! You think she's some kind of sadist or something?!! It's only a game!!!
My neck aches. I drop my head back with a sigh of relief. A two!
She smiles and undoes the pressure by a quarter-turn. It’s still tight, but the intensity of the ache lessens a bit. She takes the dice again and rolls it near my foot. It’s a four. She loosens the vice a little more.
“What are you smiling about, pet? Think you’re in luck?”
“I…no…I…it’s just not hurting as much now!”
“No?” She rolls another number. It’s a five, I can see. Shit!
She tightens it back up. After the momentary relief, this hurts. She rolls again. Waits for me to look. It’s a three. I lie back and just try to take it as she puts my balls back under the same pressure they were at before. It’s agony! But I try not to cry out.
“You’re not smiling now, pet, are you!”
Oh, I hope so :bananajum Just enough to get him worried that he might lose them :DQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
PS. Sorry to interupt. I just couldn't help myself. You're SUCH a tease giving us such small bits at a time :)
Anyone's interruptions are most welcome!
I open my mouth to speak, but have to take some deep breaths. This hurts a lot.
She throws the dice again.
“It’s a two, pet! Bet you’re pleased about that, aren’t you?”
She’s standing there with her hands on her hips. She’s waiting for my reply before she’ll undo the vice. She looks so sexy, scary and powerful I can hardly think straight.
“Yes Mistress!”
She smiles. Waiting.
“Please? Please…undo it?” I squeak.
She laughs and releases another quarter-turn. Rolls the dice again as I begin to moan. I don’t know if I can take this.
“It’s another four, you lucky bastard!” I can see she’s eager to hurt me, but I’m so glad she seems to be going along with the rules. She quickly undoes the handle some more, then rolls the dice again. It bumps against the vice. I can’t see it.
“It’s a five again, Peter!” she laughs and tightens the vice, throws again quickly.
“And a three!” I’m back to where I was. But it hurts more. She takes the dice.
“Ready for the next one, pet? It could go either way!”
“I…yes! Please Mistress!” I really need an even number right now. She throws and the dice lands near my foot. I strain my head up to see. It’s a four.
“Maybe your luck’s in. Bastard!” She grins, adjusting the vice. Throws again. I’ve lost count of how many are left. But we must be getting close to twelve. Not there yet. But nearly. Ten? The dice settles near the vice again. I can’t see it, despite trying.
“It’s a one! Back to where we were!” She tightens the vice quickly. I yelp at the sudden increase in pain. The waves keep coming. I’m struggling.
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I pick up the dice again. It feels so good to be such a bitch! That last number was actually a two, but what the hell? He wants pain…I certainly want to dish it out. I throw near his feet so he can see it this time. I’ve got a feeling my luck is going to turn. Yes!
“Look, pet! It’s a five! Look!”
I grab the back of his head and force it forwards hard so he can see. I hold it there a while, enjoying his strained breathing as I force his chin against his chest, enjoying my strength and my power over him.
I gently let his head back and turn to the vice. I give it a quarter turn tighter, slowly, enjoying his panicking. The handle’s meeting more resistance now. But that’s not a problem. Not for me.
“I think we’ve only got another three turns to go. As it were! Ready for the next one, pet?”
He’s not. I pick up the dice again. I rub it against my cunt for luck. It makes me quiver. Then I roll it towards the vice again.
Keep posting, Skweezme. At the end of every post, we are all eager to read your next one!!
This one step beyond what I could just about handle.
I’m in agony, my tied balls being crushed between the metal plates, the skin of my scrotum stretched taut and adding its own tight pain. She’s saying something but I don’t catch what it is.
She’s waiting.
I make an effort to speak, to bring my breathing under some control, to stop sobbing and gasping.
“I’m…sorry…Mistress?” I try, gulping.
“Pardon? What did you say, pet?”
I try harder.
“Sorry! I’m…sorry Mistress…I…I didn’t…hear what you just said!”
“Oh didn’t you? A bit distracted, pet? Thinking about that lovely orgasm I’m going be giving you soon? I’ve just rolled the dice again. Then there’s just two more turns and the game’s over. Pity. I’m enjoying it! Are you, pet? Want to know what the last throw was?”
“Please…please stop now Mistress, please!!” I beg. My control’s breaking. Can’t block the pain.
She laughs at me.
“Are you serious, Peter? If you really want me to stop now I will. But I’m afraid you’ll have to pay the price. I’ll do what I said I’d do to you before. Remember?”
She flexes the thick muscles of her arms, then lets one hand drift down between her legs.
“But that’s OK!” she smiles “So you really want me to stop?”
Mmmm phew...
Right I think Im all caught up now, just read all the way up now to your current post.
I love the story! Made me all feel all nice in my special place:)
But I think she has been to nice to his testes so far.
I think the vice should go and she returns to her hands on approch.
I love the more physical approch myself.
Grabs, knees, kicks, etc.....
But ah sorry yes for interupting the flow of things and hello to you all.
BBP
Thank you, BallbustingPrincess!
“No! No I mean…”
I’m desperate.
“…I mean please just…can we…will you really stop now? Please, I…I mean, really stop, please Jane?”
She folds her arms under her tits and looks at me with disappointment. I feel like shit, like I’m letting her down. But it hurts so much.
“So it’s ‘Jane’ now, is it?”
“Please…I’m sorry…”
“Who’s this ‘Jane’?”
“What? I mean…what do you mean?
“Jane isn’t here at the moment, Peter. You know that. It’s just me and you. And I’m your Mistress”
“No but please, Jane! Ohhh please?!!”
“Sorry, Peter! This is what you’re getting! What do you want your Mistress to do now? Do you want me to let you out of the vice and carry on working on your balls?”
“Please Jane! Don’t! I mean it…I…oh please?”
“So you want us to finish the vice game?”
I realise she’s not going to stop. I just want it to end.
“The last throw was a three, by the way. I’ll have to tighten it a bit more. But then we’d still have another…two goes?”
The possibilities make me feel sick. But then it’d be over. I really want this to be over.
“You might be alright, pet…you might be lucky! And then I’ll try really hard to make you have a really amazing orgasm. You’ll’ve deserved it for being so brave. So do you want to carry on with the vice? Just two more turns after this one? Then I’ll wank you off? Trouble is though, pet, I might have to turn it tighter! Or do you want some hard Ballbusting and me sitting on your face until you’ve…satisfied me? I’ll enjoy that. I’ll make sure you don’t, pet. It’s your call!”
No, thankyou for such a wonderfull story! :)
Be nice if a friend of hers joined in to....
each working on a ball each or something.
Oh I think we will ALL enjoy whatever she decides to do to him.
I know I will.*g* *wriggles in chair and crosses her legs* Mmmmm *w*
BBP
“Yes…oh yes please Mistress!” I beg.
“Yes to what?”
“I mean, yes…could you just finish…doing the…with the…vice?”
“You really want me to carry on? I’ve got to tighten it up a bit more, haven’t I? Then we’ll have another couple of turns…OK?”
“Yes Mistress!” I desperately want this over, finished.
Smiling, she moves her hands to the vice again. I’m sweating. Trying to hold my breath as she slowly tightens the handle even more. It’s excruciating. I cry out.
“Does that hurt, pet? Good! Just two more to go now!”
I can’t believe how cruel she is. The pain is terrible. Nauseating.
But she’s nearly finished. Then she’s going to make me come. I just have to take what’s coming beforehand. Now. If I can.
He’s really groaning and squirming. Looks like he’s suffering. Badly. Good!
I pick the dice up again. Take my time rolling it around in my fingers. Squeezing it. Watching him squirming about. Just two more goes. Ah well. I roll the dice.
“It’s a one! Have to make it a bit tighter, pet!” I laugh.
“No! Please! Aaargh…oh no…aargh!”
I move my hands slowly back to the vice. Take the handle and start to turn it. He’s screaming for me to stop now.
I don’t.
Slowly…slowly…tighter and tighter. A full quarter turn.
Then a bit more.
Then I start to finger myself. I’m hot and wet. It feels delicious! His screams start to subside.
“Oh God! Oh God! Please Mistress…! Please undo it!”
“Oh, come on, pet! Just one more turn…” I pick the dice up again and let it roll.
“Oh dear! Look at that, pet!”
He doesn’t respond. His eyes are screwed up tight. I put a hand behind his head again and force it up so he can see. His eyes open in fear and pain.
“Look pet! It’s a five! See?”
I know I’m ******* his chin hard against his chest and he can hardly breathe. He’s beginning to panic. I hold him there for a while, enjoying using my strength to hurt him. Then I let his head back and take hold of the handle. Begin turning it. It’s harder to turn, but it turns slowly. I’m probably not far off doing some real damage now. But I carry on turning the handle. A quarter-turn. More. Just to the edge. Just before something gives.
Then I stop and watch his agony, listening to his screams become sobs, pleasuring myself.
“There! That’s it! Well done! Just one more thing before I let your balls go!”
I climb up onto the bench, turn my back to him, and settle myself down onto his face, muffling his screams and groans with my throbbing cunt. I use my weight. It feels so good! I’m starting to come. I reach forwards and turn the handle just a little more, making him buck and scream under me.
Yes!
I settle back heavily onto his face and begin to climax.
Oh yesss!
How was that for you, BallbustingPrincess? Wriggling in chair and stuff? ;)
Or anyone else?
Ooooooh skweezme what can I say! *looking alittle flush*
Mmmmm very nice!
Please tell me she wont let up on him now? Not now they are all nice and tender ready for her?*weg*
Maybe she should let him cum? I would.
Though more for the fact his balls will be even more tender afterwards, not just for his relief.
I like working a guy for some time before giving him a good orgasm, then thats when I like to start my ballplay.
I can never tell what they think of it as they are usually gagged.*weg*
And say, with being new, not quite getting the hang of things, I sent you a private msg...just wondering if you got it or not? As not sure if I did it correctly...
Oh yes I was wriggling in my chair...*g*
Well, as much as my little mini skirt would allow....
hey looks like Ive found my first buddy here! :P
*blows kisses*
ohh its getting late now...
will check again tomorrow night for you, have something for me will you?*flutters eye lashes*
*g*
*wishes she could just pop in the story and give that vice another quarter turn just to hear the moans* *weg*
Ahh... :)
BBP
Amazing story Skweezeme! Please continue!
Skweezeme, your talent for writing good BB stories is truly awesome...I look forward to the, uh, 'climax' of this one and hopefully more in the future...
BBP, what does weg mean? A generic cuteness noise?
Zaphod, Ace, BBP...thank you! I'm still finding out how to tell a story. Having an audience is encouraging! Ta!
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I climb off him. He’s almost ***********. My legs are deliciously shaky. His face is dark red, wet with tears and my juices.
I begin to undo the vice. He starts to groan, coming to. I take the vice off, lift it away and put it back under the table. Then I undo the cord round his balls. This makes him cry out in pain. Perhaps I could have been more gentle.
“I’m just going to…freshen up, pet! Then when I come back I’ll wank you off! I bet you’re relieved that’s all over, aren’t you? Did it hurt a lot?”
“I…I…it…” He can’t talk! I laugh and stroke his wet cheek.
“What’s the matter, Peter? Was I a bit too much for you? I said I’d hurt you, didn’t I? That I’d enjoy it? And I did! But it’s your turn now for some pleasure, isn’t it, Peter?”
“…it’s…yes please, Jane!”
“I don’t think Jane’s back just yet, pet!”
Not just yet? I’m still in Mistress mode. Maybe I should start to wind this down. He’s had enough. A bit more than enough for a first time, probably.
“Anyway, I’m just off to the bathroom. Won’t be long! Then you get your little treat!”
Or…maybe not quite what you expect! I’m grinning to myself as I leave the room.
Hi Zaphod, well *weg* actually means 'wicked evil grin', well thats what Ive always been lead to believe. As in *g* 'grin' *eg* 'evil grin* Right?
If Im wrong Im sorry...
I just like to express myself alittle in my posts and when it comes to balls...I just cant help but smile! *giggles* ;)
Oh and skweezme...I think you have many fans, but not many will let you know it. Just my thoughts. Maybe they just like to read what you right.
Well, Im off for a quick shower and then have alittle browse around the other threads I think before I hit the sack....*g*...as in 'bed' not any other kind of sack...*w*
Seeya all,
*blows kisses to all*
BBP
You're not wrong. According to http://acronyms.thefreedictionary.com/WEG
weg means:
WEG Water-Ethylene Glycol
WEG Weapons Evaluation Group
WEG West End Games (gaming company)
WEG Wicked Evil Grin
WEG Wild Educated Guess
WEG Wireless Email Gateway
WEG Wohnungseigentumsgesetz
WEG Women Engineers Group (University of Southampton, UK)
WEG Woodbine Entertainment Group
WEG Working Exposure Guidelines (UK)
WEG World Equestrian Games
WEG Wright Entertainment Group
Thanks for the explanation BBP - and for the research Bill! In any case, I'm to bed...waiting in anticipation for the concluding chapters Skweezeme, and have fun with your shower/sack-hitting BBP ;) (should you wish to do any of the other kind of sack-hitting, I volunteer :P)
My balls are still throbbing in agony. The pressure of the vice must have numbed them a bit. Now the blood’s returning and they hurt even more. I’m groaning, feeling sick with the pain.
But I feel relieved.
I’ve survived her vice game! God, she was cruel and nasty. Merciless! And the way she’d battered my face under her wet cunt, suffocating me while she pleasured herself on me. That was terrifying! I thought she was killing me…
She opens the door and comes back into the room. I gaze at her in awe and worship. So cruel. So strong. So voluptuous in her strength and cruelty. She smiles and walks over to me. Folds her muscled arms under her jutting breasts. Her nipples are still big and hard. I can feel my penis beginning to stir, to stiffen.
She reaches down and takes it in her big warm hand. Closes softly around it and starts to rub me slowly…up…down…up…down…
“There! Is that nice, Peter?”
“Oh…yes! Mistress…!” I gasp.
She’s keeping that same gentle rhythm. I want her to speed up, but she knows what she’s doing. I suddenly begin to feel an incredible orgasm building up.
“Ohhh…ohhh!” I cry out.
She slows right down. My hips buck trying to get that delicious friction back. She takes her hand away. Folds her arms again. Looking down at me with a big grin.
“Ohhh! Ohhh…please Mistress!” I’m begging. That’s it! She wants me to beg. OK. I’m begging!
“Please Mistress! Please finish…I mean…please let me…come?”
“You really want me to, don’t you pet?”
God! She’s going to spin this out! I should have expected this, but…
She laughs.
“I just can’t help being a bitch! Sorry, pet!”
Her hand goes back to my dribbling penis, encircling it. I gasp with relief. She carries on rubbing me up and down, slowly like before. I melt into the feeling of the coming orgasm.
But then her hand drifts down my cock to my balls, cupping them. This hurts, but she’s being gentle. The orgasm’s still there, making my legs quiver. I’m desperate for her hand to go back to my cock. I groan.
“Please, Mistress?” I croak.
“OK!” she laughs, then crushes my balls in a sickening grip.