Stories by skweezme

Hello Skweezme,

If your heart's not really in it, just make it a short story. The story writing process should be enjoyable for you too.

David B.
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http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Samples/Updates.html

... Or else why not have the second half of the story told from the sub's POV? A similar technique of switching viewpoints was used very successfully in the film "Pulp Fiction", and in one of my favourite episodes of The X-Files, "Bad Blood".

David B.
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http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Samples/Updates.html

Dave...what a star! Brilliant ideas! Can only be good for me learning how to write better. Thanks!

I drop down. I’m doubled up in agony. This is worse than I imagined. OK, it’s what I wanted, but it still hurts. She wasn’t even kicking me very hard. My balls are in agony. She looks excited. She looks as if she’s going to be enjoying herself. I feel scared. But it’s what I wanted. I want her to hurt my balls. But I’m curled up feeling sick just after one kick. I’m suddenly frightened, not just nervous like I was before. Frightened. She’s a big girl and she’s going to hurt me a lot.

I’m still curled up in a ball. Breathing easier now. I don’t want to make a move because she’ll just take that as a sign of being ready for whatever she’s planned next. I hadn’t expected a full-on kick in the balls to begin our session. She doesn’t intend to be gentle. Shit. I thought I’d told her I’d really like something a bit more gradual. She’s just looking down at me, smiling. I try smiling.

“Christ! That was a bit…hard!” My mouth is dry and I sound stupid. My balls hurt incredibly. I’d always wanted this to happen and had been really nervous when I got here. Meeting a girl into Ballbusting! But now I’m in agonising pain. I look up at the girl who’s just kicked me in the balls. She looks me in the eyes.

She seems more amused but also excited. I can tell she’s watching me stare at her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I can’t help staring at her big tits, her strong legs and arms, her beautiful and scary expression. She seems to like me looking at her. My balls still hurt but I seem to have a hard erection. I’m still doubled up on the floor so she probably hasn’t seen it. But she’ll probably want to hurt it instead of doing something nice to it. It’s just tightened up a bit more. My body wants to come.

“That was a bit hard?!! I can do it harder than that! Stand up again!” she gestures with her head, putting her hands on her hips and waiting, posing her strong and voluptuous body, staring at me in challenge.

Hello Squeezme,

Thanks for a good chapter. It reads as if you are getting much more into the story now. The writing style is far more fluid now that you are in the victim's POV. The cliff-hanger style of ending on the last paragraph really worked too. It did exactly what it was supposed to and made me look forward to the next part.

David B.
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http://www.ballbustinggoddess.com/Samples/Updates.html

Ran out of steam on this one. More stuff at http://www.femaledom.com/forum/showt...&page=2&pp=15e

If that don't work, then BBgames thread. You'll find it.

He looks confused. Doubled up, in pain and confused.

Clients new to the scene are always confused after I kick them in the balls the first time. It’s what they’ve always wanted, but I make sure it hurts. No messing about. It’s what they’ve come to me for. They’re going to get an hour of me indulging myself in their pain, while catering to their fantasies a bit. But it’s my enjoyment that comes first. And I enjoy giving pain.

To people that want it.

But I like pushing them over their comfort threshold. And making them want me to do that to them.

The way I look at it is, if I’m too much for them they won’t come back again. No problem. But I like the ones who make it through to booking a second session and turning up for it.

It looks like I caught this Peter nicely in his balls. Sometimes you can feel your foot connecting perfectly. Is he a wimp or not?

“Stand up!” I demanded again. I really wanted to see if he was up for some serious ball pain. You can sometimes coax it from them that they want you to do that.

I cannot believe I haven't seen this thread earlier!

Skweezme, you are the best ballbusting story author I have ever seen. You have to tell of your other tales of Sandra and your wife [even if they were made up, they still took me to heaven and back]!

One thing though: stop keeping us all on edge! Come out with chunkier parts of the story more and quicker too [I don't like cliffhangers].

Keep up the good work!

This is my favorite threads so far. I liked both stories but I really loved the Sanda story. You used alot of the aspects of ballbusting that I find interesting and exciting. I love it when a girl doesn't know when to quit.

Well done.

I look down at him. I can tell he’s aroused, turned on, even though he must be in agony. And he looks scared.

He doesn’t know what’s coming. I made him email me in detail about some of the things he fantasizes about, which were getting kicked in the balls and stuff. Right down my street. Told him I’d do some of his fantasies, but that there’d be other things I’d do to him as well - things I liked doing to a willing victim. Or sometimes not-so-willing. Told him I wouldn’t damage him or leave obvious marks. That I probably wouldn’t let him come, but that I enjoy teasing cocks and playing mind-games. And that I wanted to hurt him for my own pleasure, not his

I always tell them that. Tell them straight.

Some of them I never hear from again. Others, like Peter, take their chance with what they think they know about me. They surrender to me. They’ve surrendered as soon as they knock at the door. That’s when it becomes real for them. But it’s all psychological until that first kick in the balls. That’s why I kick them hard. Then it’s physical. For me as well as for them.

I’m feeling a nice glow as I look down at him. He’s beginning to recover a bit. He’s still grimacing in pain, but now he’s staring fearfully at my legs, glancing at my tits.

“I said stand up! I though you’d always fantasized about getting kicked in the balls? Hmmm? But if you don’t want another kick in the balls just yet, you can go and lie on that torture bench over there. It’s your choice”

I wait, flexing my kicking leg.

He gulps and stammers, “Is it OK if…I mean…if I…?”

“What?” I smile, friendly.

He smiles back. Then looks more confused. This one’s going to be fun!

“Do you want me to…shall I…get on the…torture bench then?”

“It’s up to you! It’s your choice, remember!”

I enjoy his dilemma. What’s he expecting once he’s strapped on the bench? One of my favourite torture devices is my ball-vice. I wonder if he’d be expecting something as painful as that? I wonder if he’ll be able to take it? I’m looking forward to finding out…

My balls are still hurting. She kicked me really hard. Jesus! But I could tell she could kick harder. I feel nauseous. I feel bruised. I don’t want another kick. But I don’t know what the torture bench in the corner is all about. Hadn’t expected that.

I didn’t realise I’d be actually scared of her. I am. She could beat me up easily - she’s as big and strong as she looked on her website. She’s being cool, but I can tell she’s enjoying this.

I want her to hurt me but…it hurts. She’s hurt me. And it looks like she really wants to hurt me some more. She’s not fazed at having a grown man doubled up at her feet.

It’s what I’ve always fantasized about. It’s what I agreed to after giving it all that careful thought, trying to imagine what it would really be like being kicked in the balls by a strong woman.

But now I’m in pain.

I’ve never been kicked in the balls before. It’s sickening. But it’s not just the pain and fear.

It’s her. Agreeing to hurt me.

I want her to enjoy herself with me. I don’t want to disappoint her, don’t want to be a wimp. But still…she hadn’t said anything about some torture bench.

“Are you sure you want to carry on, Peter? This is your last chance to back out. I only want to hurt you if you want me to…but if you want me to hurt your balls I will. And I’m going to be cruel and nasty because I love it! But only if you want me to hurt you. Do you want me to carry on hurting you, pet?”

“…yes…Yes please!” I gulp, finally.

“Sure? I promise I’m going to hurt you!”

“Are you going to…going to kick me in the balls again? As hard?”

“Harder!” she grins, flexing her big leg muscles as I stare. I don’t think I could manage another kick

I'm trying to compose myself, to remind myself of the reasons I’d gone through for coming here. I want to be here. I had to see it through. Didn’t I?

“This is your last chance. I’d understand it if you gave up, honestly. But I’m afraid I’m a bit...turned on...and you’d have to give me…oral worship before I let you go. And I might hurt your balls anyway before I let you go”

She laughs at the expression she sees on my face.

“Oh, come on! Don’t be scared. You’ll like it! I promise I won’t damage you…I know what I’m doing! But I am going to hurt you…if you agree. Shall we carry on? No turning back? Are you sure you want me to hurt your balls? I really want to! I like breaking in virgins…you’ll thank me for it in the end. And I’ll make sure you have a nice couple of orgasms along the way. After all, I’ll be enjoying myself…at your expense!”

Just a quick thank you for recent feedback. The story comes at the pace it comes, and as circumstances allow.

I am anxiously waiting for the next part.

Stop posting the story in small pieces: post it in big chunks!