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Another puppet on a string:
My preference would be that you randomly pick the part of the body that will be kicked.
Balls are not the only area that can should be kicked. Perhaps an ace would mean balls!.
Perhaps the suit should determine what shoes she wears: spades = boots, hearts = court shoes, clubs = trainers. (Not sure what diamonds would be. Something I would like though, obviously. Possibly chunky loafer-style shoes). Perhaps there should be 4 girls, one for each suit.
So ace of spades would mean getting kicked in the balls with boots.
Walking the dog...
So what’s your preference? Balls leashed together or each leashed separately? I quite like the added vulnerability of having each on a leash of their own.
Julie on one end and Kerry on the other
She's hooked the other end up to her truck! Methinks that sleeping with her sister was not such a good idea.
More leash-play.
And ders more.....
I like the idea. More so if it is syncronised with bthe actual action of a game (I presume this is what you mean). Imagine being blindfolded and having to listen to the match dialogue and crowd action as your only main guides as to what was impending. She(s) could really freak you out with anticipation, which one was going to do it, when are they going to do it, immediately after a kick or wait and wind you up with suspense, until ....Originally Posted by Tballs
Not being able to see or possibly not being able to hear separately or combined would be a real test and tease. Subtle sensory depravation leading to impact.
I've experienced the lady whom can really play with your mind in clever little ways. She would keep missing the target of targets with her kicks until it became annoying and then when you least expected it, BULLSEYE!!!. Worst still or in reality better still, she would openly comentate, appologise and remark on how she was failing to hit the spot and the moment one would say it was not a problem, Zappowie!!!. The body relaxes at some point and that may well make the impact all the more impacting and pleasurable. So much about ballbusting is about trust. Once this is there, one relaxes and the fears slip to the back of the mind. It is in many cases an handover of power. This lady wasn't a domme or a professional, she was just under six feet tall, big, touching fouteen stones, and possessed an awesome pair of size 11 (U.K.) feet. I'd be floating for days after one of our sessions. It was and is an amazing connection between two humans. A true allrounder and tops in all aspects. She could and can drop you with the first kick of a session and can equally have you on a wire for a few hours. Never even knew of ballbusting before we linked up. Beyond compare.
One of my favorites isn't really a game. I like having a girl play with me, then the closer I get to getting off, the tighter she squeezes my balls untill I tell her to stop but if I do she stops everything and we start over. It becomes a game where I try to hide how close I am, and she trys to guess how hard to squeeze.
My exgirlfried once cuffed my wrist to the bedpost and the bound a lash around my balls. She know i needed to sleep badly because i had worked over 12 hours that day. So she just tied the other end of the lash to her wrist. As she slept and turned around i always had a bad awakening. As i cried out, she opened the lash around my balls, tied the lash to only one and fixed with a shot string at the bed too, she also took a piece of tape to gag me. That night i learned never to wake up a woman.
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
we did one once where I was standing up open legged and blindfolded. The moment I began to cum I got a hard knee. kinda makes you not want to cum in the first place but you can't help it. dammed if you do, dammed if you do.
it's worse if you get the knee after you had cum
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 didn’t know which of the three lists my Torturess, who was nakedly straddling my own body, had chosen to instruct 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. 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
Last edited by skweezme; 07-21-2005 at 03:48 PM. Reason: new idea
cool game, have to tell my girlfriend about, what other actions do you have on your lists ?
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