Bondage and Ballbusting.

[Alec Anaconda]

Do you like to be immobilised before you enjoy your ball / cunt busting?

Alec Anaconda

[raoel]

I like to be immobilized when I am busted.
I perfer simple bondage so that I cannot escape the pain or prevent the busting.
So hands tied and the legs spread by rope or spearder bar is a prefered position by me.
Can be standing, a bench or bed.

raoel

[darkwing]

that can be enjoyable, but i sometimes find that i have to provide instruction on proper tying toamake sure that i cannot get out

[bustedm]

I haven't had the chance to do it yet, but I fantasize about being restrained and busted. I've got a big fetish for chicks in boxing gloves and ball punching.
So my fantasy/nightmare is for a sadistic girl to restrain me for real and pummel me. Pounding away at my balls with jabs, uppercuts, and combinations until I break.

[dark_herc]

i love being tied up. i normally just use two sets of long ropes for my arms and legs but we will hopefully get a spreader bar soon so i cant close up when in searing pain.

[Alec Anaconda]

I find that I can take much more ball-work when I’m bound.
It’s so refreshing to delegate all control and responsibility.

For a change, I’m not going to pass on an experience of mine, but quote from one of my favourite FemDom authors, Susan Strict.

Alec Anaconda

“I’m so glad you’re awake,” she told him with a smile. “I was so worried about you.”

He felt odd. Something was not right, but he could not quite place it at first. Several
things were wrong, things that were mostly quite logical but which he could not at first
find a reason for.

“My wrists hurt,” he said, trying to look at them. The clank of the handcuffs reminded
him that he was locked to the bed. “Undo these, please.”

“Of course,” she said, quickly unlocking the cuffs. He rubbed his red and bruised
wrists.

“I’m sore, down there,” he said, a little puzzled. If he remembered correctly, she had
been sitting on his face when he passed out.

“Oh dear. Sorry,” she said, hiding her face from him.

“What?”

She did not answer. “What?” he said more loudly.

“Sorry,” she said again. “I couldn’t resist it. You were out of it but your cock was
still hard, so I... did it. And as you didn’t do it, and you stayed hard, I did it
again. Actually I did it quite a few times. It was very good.”

He flinched as she put her hand on his manhood and examined it.

“Don’t,” he told her. “It really hurts.”

“I could kiss it better,” she suggested brightly. “Then we could do it again.”

“No!” he said urgently, as he realised her open mouth had already almost engulfed him.
The thought of that powerful suction, gripping lips and agile tongue on his painful
manhood at this moment was more than he could cope with. Even so, he felt himself
responding in an immediate arousal.

“All right,” she said grumpily, raising her head, “But I can see you want it.”

“I need to go,” he told her. “What’s the time?”

“Six o’clock,” she replied promptly.

“What! I’ve been here for five hours! I’ve got to get moving, I have three hundred
miles to drive!”

He sat up and looked round the room. “Where are my clothes?”

She moved away from him rapidly, suddenly seeming to be nervous.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Where are my clothes?”

“You don’t need them.”

“What do you mean I don’t need them?” He swung his legs off the bed. There was a loud
clanking noise, and he was aware of a heavy weight on one of his legs.

“What on earth...?”

She backed further away.

“What’s going on?” he demanded angrily, examining the heavy chain attached to his ankle.
She had retreated to the doorway.

“You’re not going,” she said quietly. “I’ll stay out of your way until you calm down and
get used to it, but you’re not going anywhere.”

He tried to free himself from the chain and the heavy manacle locked around his ankle.

“You won’t be able to take it off,” she said. “It’s much too strong, and even if you had
tools it would still be impossible. The other end of the chain is welded to the bed
frame. Don’t worry, the chain is quite long enough for you to go to the bathroom, but you
can’t go any further than that.”

“You’re mad,” he shouted, pulling desperately at the chain.

“Maybe I am,” she agreed. “I’m just making sure I’m not going to lose another boyfriend.
You’re staying, and that’s all there is to it.”


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[EricaBB]

I love to tie my guy up before I maul and clobber his family jewels

[blubals]

I love to tie my guy up before I maul and clobber his family jewels

Erica, my dear, you have such a way with words!

[EricaBB]

Erica, my dear, you have such a way with words!

Hehe, I hope it's intimidating

[mucsub]

I love to tie my guy up before I maul and clobber his family jewels

I like that too, being the wear of the family jewels,,

and taking away the family jewels in a second , is really scary,,, my Gf like to paly with knives,, even wen I am NOT tied up,, but I dare not move really scary.. she loves that

[iron horse]

I created a poll on this a couple of years ago. The results are very informative. Here's the link:

http://www.femaledom.com/forum/showt...highlight=poll

As you can see, the vast majority, over 80%, prefer for the man to be tied up or incapacitated in some way. I personally prefer the following as the BEST scenario:

- he is completely naked, she is clothed
- his hands are tied or cuffed either behind him or above him denying his ability to cover his genitals with his hands
- his legs are spread wide and ankles tied open denying him the ability to clothes his legs and she can easily kick at will

Adding to the above are the *rare* videos that take it even further....

- he is also blindfolded such that he never knows when it is coming until the moment of impact
- there's a group of girls taking turns kick him in this predicament.


The ALL TIME best video for this: Brat Princess - "18 Kicks"

[Alec Anaconda]

From the associated post http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=6133
Iron Horse: The question is this - don't subs usually have a "safe word" or some ability to end the torture if she exceeds his limits on it? It seems as though she also took away his allowing her to go as far as she wants without him having the ability to communicate to her when it's gone too far and no way to stop it. I realize this is staged, but all the same, it seems he would want to have some way to end it, but has none whatsoever.

For those experienced in this - is this a fair statement?

When a man completely trusts a woman, dispensing with the safe word system moves the experience up a level.

That trust must cover her:
Judgement
Skill
Self-control
And motivation.

She decides when her man has taken sufficient pain, if his boundaries are to be extended and by how far.

She must determine if he is suffering serious trouble, such as choking or having a heart attack.

I have only infrequently experienced that level of trust, but there is nothing so rewarding as a session that goes just a little too far.



On the other hand, when a woman has given me her absolute trust, I find the responsibility onerous.
I have found female pain thresholds unpredictably variable, with a tightrope-walk between too much and too little.


For anybody who planning to use the safe word system, I’ve also found women who unilaterally change the rules.


Alec Anaconda

[nefarious]

I Myself Don't Enjoy Being Restrained Or Confined In Any Way , But I Do Like Women In Bondage , and women getting cuntbusted in bondage

[skweezme]

I love to be immobilised before my balls are busted. I love to feel vulnerable. And I love to be ****** to experience just how vulnerable I really am. Luckily I have a very cruel Amazonian Mistress who is bigger and stronger than me!

[Alec Anaconda]

Here’s an extract from a newly released bandage ebook that I found entertaining.

The first thing he noticed was that he was cold.
There was almost a numbness creeping into his bones and the surface he was lying on was hard.
The dizzying disorientation made it difficult to concentrate, but he realized his arms were stretched out to his sides and he uncurled his fists to brush his finger pads against it.
Concrete… yes, I’m pretty sure it’s cement I’m lying on.

Slowly other senses came to life, and he smelled a dank, musty smell that reminded him of a place either long abandoned, or a cave… maybe a cellar.
He strained to hear, and he thought he caught the sound of some kind of metal softly banging into something hard enough to emit a slight clanging sound.

The eyes were a different matter.
He was sure they were open, yes, I’m blinking, but there was only a dim light that let him see through a dark fog.
Gradually, other things began to occur to him, and he tried to raise his hands to rub his eyes to clear them, but they refused to cooperate.
No, my muscles are working. My wrists are tied down to something.
He pulled with his strong arms, but they barely moved.

He tried to clear his fuzzy mind to think.
Have I been in an accident?
Is that girl… Julie, something… is she here?
Shit, what if Harriet finds out?
How long have I been here?

Sam did a mental scan of his body.
Nothing hurt, but maybe they had given him something for pain.

As time passed by, exactly how much time he was not sure, an accident seemed unlikely.
He tried to think back to the last thing he remembered.
The office and the Phiston contract… Julie laughing with me over the meeting… I called Harriet to tell her I was working late on the completed contract… Julie’s apartment and having sex with her.
Did we have sex?
He remembered her straddling his lap.

As he became more conscious, several uncomfortable facts about his situation bombarded him and caused the dizzying headache to turn into a painful throb.
His ankles had some kind of straps on them that were holding them spread apart and locked in place.

Now fully awake, he became anxious as the full measure of his current status became clearer.
He realized he was naked and lying on a concrete floor with his hands and ankles spread and bound, and he could not see.
At last he tried to call out, and his voice came out raspy and hoarse,
“Hello? Hello, is anyone there?”

God, I’m thirsty.
It felt as though the inside of his throat had been scraped with something, and it was swollen and sore.

“Mr. Sturgis, I see that you are awake.”
The voice had a slight echo, and he thought it might be coming from a loudspeaker.

He tried to search for the sound with his unfocused eyes, and that was the first indication he had that there was a strap around his neck as well, like some kind of collar.
It was hooked to the floor beneath him, and offered minimal movement.

“Where the hell am I?” he demanded, and the voice of authority that usually caused his employees to quake, came out as a feeble croak.

“You are in Section Nine, Training Room Three. Someone will be with you shortly,” the woman’s voice echoed.

He heard the click of some switch, and he guessed that it had been the speaker being turned off.
“Hey… hey… what the fuck are you talking about?”
He winced at the pain in his throat.
“Who the hell are you? I demand you release me, now.”

He finally silenced when no further responses echoed a reply and his yelling was hurting so badly that he felt like he was swallowing glass.
His eyes seemed to be adjusting, and he was relieved to begin to see a light haze around the edges of the fog.

In a comfortable office in the center of the training hub, a woman ran a French tipped manicured nail down the ridges of her cut crystal rocks glass.
The ice clinked as she took a small sip of the single malt.
After she looked on the monitor in the corner at the man spread on the floor, and had assured herself it was Samuel’s raspy voice she had heard through the speaker she said,
“You guarantee he will not be found?”


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Alec Anaconda