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Originally Posted by Zaphod
Aww thanks Zaphod, I dont want to disrupt the flow of the story tho...
Well....I am feeling alittle sack-happy at the moment actually, so if you are volunteering.....*weg*
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Originally Posted by Zaphod
Aww thanks Zaphod, I dont want to disrupt the flow of the story tho...
Well....I am feeling alittle sack-happy at the moment actually, so if you are volunteering.....*weg*
Hi BallbustingPrincess -
If you're the same ballbustingprincess I recall from yahoo groups these several years past, then you have written some rather excellent stories and descriptions yourself. Perhaps you would grace us with some old (or new) material soon?
helios
:jumpsmile
Oh this feels good! I love being a cruel bitch! If he comes back again, he comes back again. If he doesn’t? Well! I’m enjoying myself!
His balls still feel firm as I roll them around roughly in my hand, squeezing them together, and he’s screaming again.
Then I use both hands, digging my thumbs into first one ball, then the other. Again and again.
He’s screaming louder than when I had the vice on his balls. It must really hurt! Good! His cock’s still hard – veins standing out.
I let go. He breathes a gasp of relief.
I slap him in the balls.
Hard.
He gags for breath, tears running from his eyes once more.
I slap him again. Harder.
Before he can recover, I grab his balls again in both hands. Dig my thumbs into his tender orbs, kneading them.
He’s really begging me to stop. But I don’t want to. I’m enjoying this! The vice was good. It always scares them. But they don’t realise that my hands are worse than the vice.
He’s finding that out, now.
I pause.
“Had enough now, Peter? Do you want me to make you come now?”
I take his hard cock in my hand again. Start wanking him.
“Do you want me to make you come now, pet?”
“Oh God! Oh! Please…?”
I carry on stroking his cock. I’ve decided I’m not going to let him come. I keep him teetering on the edge for a while. Have to be careful not to go the whole way. He’s really sensitive. I have to be gentle.
“Is this nice, Peter? You enjoying this?”
“I….ahh…ahh…oh…please…ahh…!”
I take my hand off his throbbing cock.
He looks devastated.
I smile, and start to slap his balls hard again.
Aaargh! My mind’s swimming in images of her luscious and devious grin, her sparkelling eyes, her gorgeous breasts, her muscular arms and legs.
Each slap makes me cry out in pain. I try to beg her to stop. But I can’t speak. Can’t form the…words. Oh…aaargh!
“Oh please! Aaargh…please? Ohhh…please stop” I beg.
She just carries on slapping me harder and harder. She’s enjoying this. Pausing before each slap. Enjoying my reactions. Enjoying my pain.
Oopsie...sorry skweeze. Your right, good of you to get things back on track.
It wasnt me tho...*flutters eye lashes pretending to be all innocent*...he wanted me to hit his sack! *g*
Its his fault. He should be punished. *weg*......may I?
Hehe sorry, this is YOUR thread after all.
*takes afew steps back*
Its all yours! :P
BBP
Loving the way the stories going.
:)
I carry on slapping his balls. Quite hard. I think I’m probably going to tie him up against the wall in a bit and finish off with a good kicking.
I stop slapping him and grab his balls again. Give them a good hard squeeze, grinding them together. He screams more. I squeeze harder. I’m so enjoying my power – his vulnerability and my strength and cruelty.
He’s going to get what he thought he’d be avoiding by agreeing to go along with my vice game. I could tell he was really scared of this option. Why he “agreed” to the vice. Tough! He’s getting it anyway, after thinking it’d all be over if he just hung on there as I crushed his balls in my vice.
He’s doing too much screaming and begging. I’m squeezing harder.
“Would you like me to stop squeezing your balls, Peter?”
“Oh…I…please?” he manages.
“OK!”
I stop.
I fold my arms under my breasts again. It makes me feel so sexual and powerful.
“Do you still want me to wank you off, pet?”
I take his cock in hand again and rub it to hardness. Poor sod! He just can’t help himself!
“Oh! Oh…please?..Mistress?” His look of relief, of gratitude, is so touching!
“You know what? I don’t think I will!”
Still rubbing up and down, lubricated by his pre-cum leaking.
“I think I’m going to tie you to the wall and kick your poor balls after all, pet! Before I let you go. I’m going to really enjoy this!”
He stiffens.
“But…Mistress…you said…please oh no! Please don’t…!”
I give him a really hard slap in the balls to distract him, cripple him. Then I quickly undo the cuffs on his wrists and ankles from their attachments. He doubles up on the bench in agony, crying.
I haul him off the table and make him stand up. He hardly can. I push him to the wall. He tries to resist but he’s no match for me as I fasten the cuffs to the wall, first his wrists and then his ankles, using my weight and my strength.
I stand up and step back.
Oh! This is perfect!
I’m fixed spread-eagled to the wall. Watching her stand up. Watching as she rises, the muscles in her legs flexing. So powerful. Rising above me.
She looks down at me. She looks hungry for more of my pain.
This is worse than I ever imagined, or fantasized about.
“No! No please Jane! Please don’t…!” I manage.
She grasps my tied wrists, leaning in close to me.
Then she knees me in the balls, catching them perfectly.
And again.
I sag down even further. Can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can’t beg.
She knees me again then, steps back
Ready to kick me.
Grinning.
Oh yes! This is how I like them. Beaten, broken. But I still want to play with him some more. I go back to the bench and pick up the dice.
“Your Mistress wants to play just one more little game, Peter!”
His eyes begin to focus on me.
“Odds or evens, pet?” I smile.
He groans, then manages to speak.
“I…please Mistress…I…what…?”
‘Come on! Odds or evens?’
He looks totally confused. And worried. Poor thing!
“But…please…what are you…”
I move closer, menacing. I’m not smiling now.
“Evens!” He gulps. “Evens, please Mistress?”
“Evens? OK! Want to know what this little game is, pet?”
He gulps again, then nods his head.
“Please...yes please, Mistress?”
“I’m going to roll the dice again. This time, if it’s an even number…you chose evens, didn’t you…I’m going to wank you off after all. No messing about this time, no stringing you along pet! Just a nice simple wonderful orgasm! Would you like that, pet?”
I pose and flex for him, making the most of my tits and my lascivious smile.
He’s getting hard again.
“Please! Oh yes please Mistress!”
“And then I’ll give your balls a kicking before we finish”
The look of fear and panic makes me tingle. I decide to worry him a bit more.
“My other play-victims tell me it hurts so much more after they’ve come! So evens’ll be a bit of a mixed blessing, pet! Nice orgasm, then awful ballpain! Odds will just be the ballpain. Might not feel as bad as after coming. But it’ll still be bad believe me! Ready, pet?”
I drop the dice on the floor in front of him. We watch it roll and come to a halt.
“No! I…please Mistress!!” he begs.
She laughs at me.
“You don’t want me to wank you off? It was a four. You chose evens, remember?”
She fingers her nipples as she approaches me. Right in front of my face. I look up into her cruelly-gleaming eyes. I can feel my cock harden, stiffen.
“Please, Mistress…” I begin but she interrupts, grinning.
“Don’t worry, pet! I’m going to…!”
My mind and body are in a turmoil of pain, pleasure, anticipation and dread.
She kneels down in front of me and takes my cock in one powerful hand, my balls in the other. Begins wanking me and gently playing with my aching balls. She’s studying my expression as she works on me. I can’t hold her look. My eyes flash from hers, to her hands, to the muscles flexing in her arms, to her tits, back to that gaze.
The orgasm starts. She can see it happening. She smiles. My balls start to throb, but the pleasure’s still building. She slows down, squeezing my balls a little. I cry out in pain and pleasure. She keeps me on the verge, the pressure building up but she’s holding me back from climax. Holding me back but arousing me even more.
Then with a few firm strokes my orgasm explodes. But she carries on masturbating me, milking me for every last shudder and groan of pleasure. My head’s swimming, my body hanging in its shackles, weak but glowing, still trembling. That was amazing! Ohhh...ohhh! Another wave of pleasure washes over me, though she’s not even touching me now.
I sense her standing up, looking down at me.
Then she steps back.
I stand up, looking down at him sagging in spent pleasure. His cum is on my chest, my breasts. Getting sticky. I’ll clean it off in a while.
I step back, getting the distance right for a good kick while he’s still so…vulnerable. He’s going to be writhing around in a second. This kick has to be spot-on.
It is!
My boot gets him right in the balls. I’ll kick him harder in a minute.
I give him a short while to feel the pain fully, then kick him again, putting more of my weight behind it this time.
Connection!
I’m glad I’m wearing leather boots with hard toes.
I’m glad I haven’t got balls!
Mmmmm as ever, great posts! :P
havent been in for afew nights as have been away for a dinner party.
Not that fancy affair, but I did have to buy a good evening dress.
Nice black number, low cut at front and then very low cut at back, down to just above the base of spine.
Felt quick sexy in it to be honest, with weather so warm it felt nice on my skin, plus the low cut front gave a good view of my ample cleavage. hehe*blushes*
Finished it off with some new heels. Nothing that special, just a couple of inches, but complimentent the outfit.
Hehehe sorry way off topic here!
Ill be catching some of the world cup, but wish there was a ballbusting cup on, somethig I would most definately watch! Hmm...Id try and participate! :P
Awww...well Im glad the guy has got balls, well, dunno what kinda condition they are in now after tho's knees and kicks, but damn its been fun reading!
Hope your all well,
*kisses and kicks*
BBP
And I’m glad I’m not a masochist! A bit of a sadist, maybe, but that’s OK. If there are willing masochists around. Like there are.
Like Peter.
Maybe.
If he comes back to me, he knows what he’s going to get.
I kick him again, hard.
Just because I want to make my point. And just because I want to hurt him. And because he wants to be hurt, it’s OK.
I love this! But he’s really had enough now.
I’ll let him go in a minute.
I think he’s going to be one of those who’ll come back again. It’s difficult to tell, sometimes. But I want them to really realise what they’re in for if they come and see me again. It’s sometimes a few months before they get in touch again. Sometimes never. That’s OK.
I think I’ve probably helped them work out a little kink in their heads. About being a masochist? Maybe they’ll be happy and relieved to be straight or something after having their fantasies brutally fulfilled and I’ll never see them again. That’s fine.
I think Peter’s in tune, though.
I wouldn’t mind seeing him again.
OK, I’ve hurt him, but…
Just one more kick, I think!
Then I’ll let him go…
Looking forward to next time!
The End - hope you liked the story. Some stories are true!
Good story! I wonder if he has any balls left...
Excellent story, Skweezme.
You must have worked very hard to get the narrative and dialogue as good as it was. Thank you so much for all your effort.
David B.
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http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Samples/Updates.html
Thank you David! Your feedback's always positive and constructive. I'm glad you appreciate my writing. I enjoy writing these stories and seeing what She comes up with next! And yes, I'm sort of learning the craft of writing as I'm going along. Trying to let the dialogue carry a lot of the story - sometimes I'm tempted to describe what happens next, then realise a bit of dialogue will work better. Even if it's internal dialogue.
I haven't got any ideas at the moment, but look forward to the next scenario that suggests itself...:jumpsmile
Wow. Great stories. I love reading them and I'm looking forward to read next.
Yeah excellent works!
Now take a break and give that brain a rest, you deserve it! *kiss on cheek* *g*
Bet he'd rather have a *bite on the balls* :DQuote:
Originally Posted by BallbustingPrincess
Hello Skweezme,Quote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
Yes, I would say that your stories show a clear progression, this latest one being the most cinematic in scope, with the dialogue doing a lot of the work in each scene, drawing the reader into the story. My money's on the next one being extraordinary. As soon as inspiration visits you, I'll be there reading it.
David B.
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http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Samples/Updates.html
:)
Dear David, Sylvester, BallbusingPrincesss, mark666, Ace Hardlight,
Thanks for your comments and stuff!
I'm just going for a lie down for a while...
I still appreciate your suggestions - even if I ignore them! ;)
Wow! My wife Julie has become a real ballbuster!
She’d been hinting for ages about some decorating we needed to do. I could live with it. She had plans. She thought the job would be fairly easy and was getting frustrated by my lack of enthusiasm. I knew it was going to be more difficult than she imagined. Anyway, we did it. It turned out to be challenging and time-consuming. But some aspects of it were enjoyable. Like watching Julie in her short sleeved top scraping wallpaper off. Watching the muscles in her arms as she worked at difficult bits. Imagining, as always, what she could do to my balls if she wanted to and if I could get her to.
I have to explain – Julie knows about my ballbusting desires but prefers to ignore them. She gets a bit rough with my balls in foreplay, squeezing them in her hand or riding on top of me grinding her hipbone into my genitals, But it’s always been erotic. A bit rough, but never very hard. Until now.
We’d finished the decorating, pleased with the work we’d done.
“You really didn’t want to do that, did you darling?”
“Well…you know…it needed doing, but…”
“But you were right. It was a bigger job than I’d thought it was. Sorry!”
“That’s OK. It’ll be worth it. I’m looking forward to my…reward?”
She looked me straight in the eye, smiling.
“Will that be a shag…or do you want me to tie you up and torture your balls or something?”
Even though the summer has come to an early end in London and I'm already seeing dried leaves fallen from the trees, there's still a bright spark on the horizon... Thanks for starting up a new story, Skweezme!
David B.
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http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Samples/Updates.html
She was standing there with her big hands on her hips in her decorating jeans. Almost as tall as me. Asking me if I wanted her to torture my balls. I’d been fantasizing about her doing just that over the last week while we’d been decorating. I’d been fantasizing about her doing that for a few years, to be honest.
But she actually asked me if I wanted her to hurt me. She was prepared to do it, as a reward.
“Yes. Please!”
“Yes what?” she smiled. “But how hard do you want me to hurt you, baby? I really don’t want to hurt you at all…but I will if that’s what you want. I’m just a bit worried I might get carried away or really hurt you by accident. How hard, do you think?”
“I…erm…please? Just…hurt me?”
“You just want me to hurt you, baby? I can do that! Let’s get you upstairs and tied to the bed. Then I’ll hurt you. Hurt your balls. A lot. You want me to do that to you, baby? Rather than shag me?”
There was a threat there. But I was desperate for her to hurt my balls.
So she did.
Skweezme,
Please tell us that this is really a true story. And, if it isn't, please don't say anything at all.
As David suggested, we've awaited another of your supremely erotic and aluring stories for so long.
poolman2
Really great to see you are back to write another story. Looking forward to another 'classic' from you!
very cool story so far. good drama. like the other stuff. too.
I can't heap enough praise onto you Skweez! I have thoroughly enjoyed every one of your posts. Keep up the excellent work, I await your next addition with great anticipation.
-Knave(EM)
I've just read the whole post, haven't written anything for a while. Quite pleased with some of the writing and the ideas. Very pleased with feedback and your interest! Thanks! I'm sort of in danger of repeating myself if I write much more. There's another thread here that I got a story on if you haven't read it http://www.femaledom.com/forum/showt...light=skweezme
And a happy New Year!