Dice game (found somewhere on the web)
Skweezeme, may be its your story named "Eve and Jill" ??
Just an idea for dice. Three lists. You don't know which she's going to choose. This is what she's going to do.
Teasing
1. 20 slow strokes, one punch
2. 20 quick strokes, one slap
3. Play with penis for 30 seconds
4. Be rough with penis for 30 seconds
5. 20 slow strokes, five punches increasing
6. 20 quick strokes, five slaps increasing
Ball busting
1. 6 punches, varying
2. 10 slaps, varying
3. Squeezing both balls in one hand for 30 seconds, varying
4. Squeezing R ball in both hands for 30 seconds, varying
5. Squeezing L ball in both hands for 30 seconds, varying
6. Ball torture of choice for two minutes
Mixed
1. Tease and deny for two minutes
2. Doing whatever ball torture you feel like for two minutes
3. 20 slow strokes, one punch
4. 20 quick strokes, one slap
5. Squeezing both balls in both hands for 1 minute, varying
6. 30 strokes increasing, early ones really slow, ten slaps increasing, ball squeezing for 30 seconds
Just an idea
I heard the dice fall, rattle, and settle. From where I was tied on the bed I couldn’t see the number Fate had dealt me. And I didn’t know which of the three lists my Torturess, who was nakedly straddling my own body, had chosen to tell her what to do to my cock or balls. She looked up from the dice with a smile, and flexed her strong hands.
“You’re not going to like this one!” she grinned. She glanced at the clock, so I could guess it was going to be one of the timed instructions. I hoped it wasn’t going to be the one where…
She reached to my penis and ran a hand down it slowly. It reared up immediately, hard as ever. Then she grabbed both balls in her hands and began squeezing and kneading them. Unfortunately, after our first session, I’d told her what were the most painful things she’d done to my balls, and how it’d made me feel. Since then she’d been refining her skills with true pleasure. I was shaking and thrashing in agony as she put her skills to work on me so excruciatingly.
“Can you guess what list this is from, then?” she applied a particularly vicious squeeze throwing her whole upper body into it, kneading my balls with fingers of steel. I screamed out, begging her to stop.
“Which list?” she insisted, leaning her weight down on my crushed balls..
“Mixed!” I gasp.
“Which is what?” she demanded, unrelenting.
“What? Aaargh! It’s…it’s both. It’s Ballbusting…” I groaned as she proved the point.
“And?”
“Teasing…”
She was looking at the clock. She stopped squeezing and let go of my balls.
“Oooops! Went a little over! Never mind! Time for another throw. You OK?” Before I could get my wits about me to reply, she'd thrown the dice again
I was in agony. I needed time to recover. “Err…?” I gasped.
She threw the dice again before I could begin to reply.
“You’re not going to believe this!” she laughed.
She roughly grabbed my balls again. I cried out. She smiled, looking at the clock (which I couldn’t see from my position, though I tried) and waited, concentrating.
Then she turned her attention to my balls, gently and teasingly kneading them, making me squirm beneath her even though she was hardly squeezing hard. I was soon begging her to stop.
“Oh no! Not yet!” she clenched both hands around my balls and leaned back. Then she began crushing and tugging them with all her strength and weight. I was screaming for mercy but she had her eye on the clock as she ignored my begging.
She gave me one last almighty pull, ******* the most nauseous pain. Then she stopped and looked at the clock. As I was retching for breath she squeezed both my balls in a grip that sent me towards oblivion on waves of agony.
After the time was up, she stopped and sat back on my thighs.
She leaned to her side and picked up the dice again. She looked at my still powerfully throbbing cock.
“You OK? You want me to wank you off? Do you need an orgasm, babe? Ah well! Never mind! Only four more throws to go! ”
She rolled the dice again and consulted her list.
“Hmmm…ok. It might be your lucky day!” She wrapped her hand round my penis and squeezed gently. Then she began to masturbate me. She knew exactly what she was doing, concentrating her friction on the head and making me groan with pleasure. I dared to hope that this was one of the options that allowed me an orgasm
“Or it might not!” She slowed down then released my dribbling penis. I groaned with frustration. She could have easily made me come.
Then she grinned and slapped my balls once.
Hard.
The initial impact made me cry out, but the welling agony from my balls strangled any further screams and I choked in pain.
She laughed at my reaction, and folded her muscled arms under her heavy beautiful breasts, taunting me with them.
“Just three more to go, and then we’ll see if you’re up to shagging me. Or maybe I’ll just give myself an orgasm while you’re still tied up”. She began massaging her breasts, the nipples standing hard against her fingers that had just left my cock. I couldn’t reply. I was till trying to catch my breath. There were tears in my eyes.
She threw the dice again.
“Oh!” she laughed. “This must be my lucky day!” She slammed a fist into her other hand a couple of times, smiling.
I began begging with her.
She grinned wickedly and reached for my penis again. “Only kidding!” She held it gently and began giving it slow strokes along the shaft, not touching the head. I could see she didn’t want to make it too pleasurable for me, but I strained in her grasp. She began to speed up her strokes and to give the head some attention. Then as the orgasm began to take hold she suddenly stopped and took her hand away. As I groaned in frustration she repositioned herself, her full breasts swinging and their sight just prolonging the unfulfilled desire.
She settled, kneeling, to my side, raised a hand and softly slapped my balls. It still made me wince. Then she slapped again, slightly more sharply. The blows began to increase in painful punishing power, the ball-pain becoming nauseous. I cried out with each blow.
“…9…10! And one for good luck!”
Then she looked at the clock, took hold of my balls in both hands, paused, then began squeezing, kneading and stretching them to her own sadistically-sensitive rhythm. She built up to a crescendo of utter agony. My already-aching balls were her perfect instrument and I was her captive and enraptured audience. I was ****** into surrendering to her savage sexuality.
Are you ready?
She stopped. I was hoping for some respite but she threw the dice again.
She looked at me in some consternation and amusement. “Same again! It really is your unlucky day! Hmmm…”
She took my penis in hand once more and rapidly brought it back to full attention. Then she slowed down and down to a totally tantalizing and frustrating series of jerks, denying me the release I so urgently needed.
She smiled at my renewed begging, gave me one slow stroke more, and then stopped. She folded her arms under her breasts again, mocking my frustrated desire.
“You know what happens next, don’t you?”
Before I could answer she unfolded her arms and raised a hand, her breasts jutting provocatively. Then she began slapping my balls. I screamed in agony as each blow fell, varying in force and speed, as she played with my pain in sadistic delight.
She eventually stopped, leaving me gasping and crying in testicular torment. As the room began to come into focus she took my balls in her hands gently, and began softly caressing them.
“Your poor balls! Do they hurt? Have I hurt them?”
I began to answer but she started squeezing hard, kneading my balls in her strong hands, fingers and thumbs digging in relentlessly, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing beneath her soft skin, her forearms fully tensed with the effort. I screamed, sobbed and begged but she laughed and carried on relentlessly.
She looked at the clock and gave my balls one last long squeeze. I cried for mercy. She just gripped even harder. I couldn’t believe she was ignoring my real cries of pain. She’d never hurt me this much before. She’d never been into ball busting really, but she’d agreed to indulge me once a month. We decided on the dice idea because she just wanted it to be a game – she didn’t want to genuinely hurt me. But she didn’t mind giving me pain if I was enjoying it. But I wasn’t enjoying this. That was obvious.
“Right then! Last one, OK?” She reached for the dice.
(to be continued...)
Thanks for repost crushee!
I lost my original file of this story and must say great to see it again! Even though I wrote it myself it's such a while back I hardly remember it. Like I'm reading it for the first time. How strange! And how hot! Well, it appeals to me anyway but I guess it would wouldn't it :)