I have been into the fetish of Ball Busting (or for that matter, female domination) for as long as I can remember. I had thought that ever finding such a woman who enjoyed abusing her man in such a way was simply an impossible dream, a myth, kind of like tales of the mythical Amazons. Great mind candy but only existing in ones fantasies. That was until I met my present girlfriend.
I met her through an acquaintance of mine and fell in lust immediately! She was (is) beautiful. What's more she was a little bit bitchy and for some reason, loved to hit me in the arm (something that always seems to turn me on in a woman). Well, to make a long story short, we started dating regularly. I really wanted her to dominate me but I didn't want to scare her off (she is a real looker!).
I came up with an idea to introduce her to Female Domination that I though just might work without overtly seeming like a pervert (not that there's anything wrong with that!) I set my plan in motion on our next get together. I have a pretty good collection of many magazines, stories… etc. dealing with the topic of Femdom and in particular CBT and Ball Busting.
I had invited her over for a home-cooked dinner and 'accidentally' left a few magazines out with stories dealing with ball-busting open in strategic places in my house. Well, the night finally came and my plan was set in motion. Tonight she would either warm up to the idea of abusing me or she would leave forever, thinking me a degenerate. I poured her some wine while I continued preparing our meals and she eventually went to use the bathroom. It took her a while and she came back into the kitchen holding a magazine that I 'accidentally' forgot to put away. I feigned looking embarrassed as she held the book in her hand but she didn't say anything at first, she just continued drinking and reading.
I then said, "Oh man, I'm sorry. I forgot to give that back to a friend of mine who left it here.”
She just smiled and said, "Oh, that's okay.” She finished reading a story and giggled and said, "Oh, sure…there is no way in the world a guy is going to just stand there and allow a female to crush his balls like that!"
I tried to act normal (something really hard to do cause I was starting to get turned on) and said, "Oh yeah, I read that one… but if a guy is into that fetish, sure he would. For him that act in itself would be very erotic. If it is a fetish, he really has no control over it. It's almost like a deeply imbedded instinct. Like a male spider and a black widow. The male spider really has no control; he is powerless in that type of situation.”
She laughed and said, "There is no way would a guy will just let a girl do that to him. That could cause some real damage… would you?" I smiled and admitted that I did find it kind of erotic, the thought of a beautiful girl doing whatever she wanted to a guys genitals was kind of a turn on for me, kind of.
She looked kind of surprised and in a daring voice said, "So you’re saying that you would just let me… kick you in the balls as hard as I wanted if I just felt like it?"
I said, "Well… sure, I love you and would never tell you no to anything!"
She simply took another drink and smiled and said, "Okay, we'll see!" She didn't say another word about it that night or for that matter for the entire following week.
Then one evening we had just finish a great round of sex and were just laying there in each others arms not really saying anything as she nonchalantly fondled my balls in her hand when all of a sudden she said, "Hey Todd…"
"Yeah…" I replied.
"Remember when you said you'd let me do anything I wanted to you if I just asked?"
I again replied (while jumping for joy inside), "Yeah…"
"Well,' she said with a devilish sarcastic grin as she leaned up on one elbow to look down at me as she continued to fondle my balls, “I want to kick your bare balls right now as hard as I can!" I nearly fell over!
She stood up out of the bed totally naked and said, "Well? Was it all just talk, or are you going to do as I say?" I realized our relationship had just reached a fork in the road; once I allowed her to do this; I would be her slave and not just her boyfriend. I got out of bed and kneeled naked before her and spread my legs wide apart.
She just grinned and started to rub her bare foot around my (now erect) cock and balls…just sort of playing with them and then began bobbing my balls up and down using her foot. She then said, "Tell me, ‘Please bust my balls Mistress!’"
I couldn't believe my ears, as I looked up at this radiant nude Goddess who was about to give me both extreme agony and pleasure all at once. I then slowly said in a soft voice, "Please Mistress, bust my balls…they’re yours to do as you wish!" With that she just smiled and brought her foot back and just looked at me, as if waiting for me to jump up and abort this game. I did not.
With a wicked smile she said, "I love you!" and kicked me full force in my balls! The pain was enormous as I fell over and curled up in a fetal position just clutching my swollen balls as paralyzing jolts of pain ebbed deep into my stomach (I actually felt light headed, like I was going to pass out).
She just laughed and said, "That really is kind of fun! What you guys won't do for a little T&A," and with that she started to get dressed.
I was still down when she came by and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Give me a call tomorrow if you feel up to it.”
I just laid there a while and smiled… (I couldn't get up if I wanted). At last I had found my Ball Busting Goddess. We’re still together today she calls the shots in our relationship and she has since become much more imaginative and sometimes even cruel, but every bust she does, still feels like the first time…