True Story from a session

By speedycj1

Hey Everyone,

I haven't posted a story here in years (probably a good five or more) so I thought I would pass along a true story I had gone through a few months ago and make some more contributions to this board!

For those who need a visual to help make the story more vivid a picture of the mistress I had the session with is at http://bbgroups.tlcnet.com/files/7/137/496_C.jpeg

For time purposes I won't list every detail of the session...just enough to give a synopsis.

I had never had my own session before...I have gotten busted numerous times by some of the best mistresses in the industry over the past seven years working in videos for Velvetkick.net. But I never knew what a session was like behind close doors without the cameras running. I decided to give it a whirl.

I found Mistress Monika on domina.ms and emailed her about a session. She's an independent mistress here in NYC. She is definitely extremely attractive (see the attached) and even more so in person.

She was wearing a black corset top with a short black skirt, black stockings and tall knee high stiletto boots about three inch heels.

We started with no warm-up. She told me to strip down naked. She also asked me if I ever been restrained before (which I had not). I knew I was in trouble right there. She bound me hands in the hanging restraint and told me to spread my legs. She started by seducing me with her legs and stockings which gave me an instant erection. She then kicked me lightly in the balls a few times. Not knowing how much I can take and trying to feel me out, she increased her kicks harder each time until I gave a loud grunt.

Satisfied with my reaction she asked me if I could take 50 straight punches to the balls. I had taken some punches to my nude balls before and once got hit with a device that had a hollow blue ball on the end and made me feel like my nuts were gonna explode. So I agreed saying I hope so. She started with some light punches to my nuts, switching between left and right. After ten punches she made me count. She would alternate between left and right, hard and medium. I was struggling to stand up straight as her onslaught was furious. She concentrated right on my balls, with no concern about anything else. Her 48^th, 49^th and 50^th punches were full force and I saw some sweat breaking out on her brow. Obviously enjoying herself, she kept punching and telling me to keep up the count. Thankfully she stopped at 75.

She left the room to take a cigarette break and let me cool down. When she came back she undid my restraints and had me lay on the floor. She did some trampling on my body and groin. Then she stepped back and started kicking my balls with her boots. She took one shoe off to alternate between stocking foot and boot. She was alternating between hard and soft. Unfortunately her soft kicks were fueling an incredible erection. She mixed in some trampling and more kicking while I struggled not to explode. Only fifteen minutes or so had passed in my hour session and I didn't want to have it end early. She stepped down on my erection and pushed it to the floor, which started my convulsions. Then she reared back and kicked me with her stocking feet and the inevitable happened as kept kicking me: I came all over the floor. And myself. She was startled and I was real embarrassed about it. Not that I didn't think she knew what she was doing, but I would assumed she would have liked to build up to that moment more.

After allowing me to clean up the floor and myself, she asked if I wanted to continue. With thirty minutes still to go I didn't want to seem like a failure so I agreed to continue. She reharnessed me and proceeded to pummel my balls with her fists. This time she had me count to 100. I struggled to count out loud as she was punching a lot harder than before. After my 100, plus one extra hard 101^st she went to put on red stiletto heels. She had me sit before her where she was seated and worship her feet and legs for a while. She kicked me a few times with the sole of her shoe which hurt like hell considering my balls were on fire from her punches. Before I knew it my time was up, in which she made me promise I’d come back to see her again.

I have a few stories I wrote up (non true) that hopefully I’ll be able to share soon. Hope you enjoyed,

Speedy

The Summer Intern

By speedycj1

Dan was your typical college senior, a bit cocky, athletic and ready to take on the world. Dan was a communications major at school specializing in journalism and was looking to become an intern at a newspaper or magazine for the summer. With rugged good looks and his buffed 6’2” frame he knew that he looked the part, now he was hoping his brains would help him land a good internship at a magazine he’d enjoy, like Sports Illustrated, rather than a “girly” magazine like Cosmopolitan.

His college administrator knew Dan was a bit cocky, but was a good representative of the school to place in an internship. She sent his resume out to several magazines and newspapers to get a feeler, and finally one magazine group responded that they wanted him to come in for an interview.

Dan wasn’t paying too much attention to the administrator when she called him with the news, he just wrote down the address, the person he was meeting with and blew her off before she could tell him the particulars. Dan lived on Long Island so the next day he just hopped on the railroad and with suit on and briefcase in tow headed towards the address for the interview.

The name of the company was Gretchen publishing, which had a stable of magazines under its corporate umbrella. Unfortunately for Dan he failed to listen to his administrator when she was explaining that the bulk of the magazines had a feminist twist to them, catered towards teenagers, young professionals and working mothers.

Dan confidently rode the elevator up to the 20th floor where he was greeted by a young temptress of a secretary named Diane. Diane wore a blue suit jacket which barely covered her white blouse that had the top two buttons undone. Dan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the C cup breasts struggling to be contained by her low cut bra under her blouse. Diane flipped back her brunette hair and flirting with Dan a bit leaned forward and smiled

“Can I help you sir?” as she lifted her designer glasses slightly off her head.

Dan cleared his throat. “Um, yes, I have an interview here today. With a Ms. Larson,” said Dan confidently as he struggled to keep his eyes locked into hers.

“Ah, yes Ms. Larson, please have a seat,” said Diane as she pointed to the leather couches that adorned the reception area. Dan sat down and saw a host of magazines on the table, including some popular ones like People, Time and In Style. He also saw some fashion and parenting magazines but his eyes found a Sports Illustrated so he grabbed that excitedly and started reading.

Diane dialed Ms. Larson’s extension and whispered into the phone carefully. “Your 10 o’clock is here… he’s a live one,” whispered Diane into the phone with a glimmer in her eye.

“Ms. Larson will be right with you,” said Diane to Dan who barely glanced up from the magazine to acknowledge her with a head nod. Diane noticed his abruptness.

“May I get you something to drink? Some water perhaps?” said Diane softly as she rose from her chair. Dan looked up at her and said water would be great. Diane removed her blazer and strolled across the room. Dan peaked up and saw her gorgeous figure. Around 5’ 4” and as curvy on her bottom as she was her top, Diane was an eyeful. Not helping matters was the short, ass-hugging beige and blue plaid skirt she was wearing, with white stockings and 4” high wooden wedge heels. Dan felt a twinge in his pants as he looked her up and down. Dan’s eyes then raced towards a group of female executives walking in the background, all thin and attractive and wearing skin hugging clothing with high heels. His eyes dashed from one lady to the next and he nodded confidently with a smirk on his face.

“Jackpot,” he said to himself, knowing that if he could land this internship he’d be among a bevy of beauties!

“Here’s your water,” said Diane softly as she handed him a glass. Dan was daydreaming and barely noticed her presence until Diane placed the water on the coffee table and walked away. Dan realized he was in another world and apologized to Diane.

“It’s ok,” said Diane calmly. “I know there’s a lot of eye-candy in here, plenty to be distracted about” she laughed as she settled behind her reception desk. Dan blushed slightly at her remark and buried his head into the Sports Illustrated trying to ignore the growing erection in his pants.

Another group of females walked into the reception area. “Can I help you ladies?” asked Diane.

“Yes, we’re here for the internship meeting with Ms. Larson,” said one of the girls.

“Oh, great, I’ll tell her you’re here. Please have a seat,” said Diane as she phoned Ms. Larson.

Dan glanced at the group of three college-aged girls and each one was stunning. There was the tall and slender blonde, the skinny and curvy Asian girl and the somewhat chunky but definitely attractive dark haired Latina. Each girl came dressed fashionably. The blonde wore a loose sun dress over a pair of black stretch leggings and 3” black peep toed heels. The Asian girl wore a knee length black skirt with a red blazer and low cut white baby doll top. She had on a pair of 4” red platform heels with a peep toe showing off her manicured red polished toenails. She appeared to have perfect feet, around a size 7, which were even sexier in her platform heels. The Latina girl wore a tight fitting black top and black and white skirt over a pair of fishnet stockings and below the knee black boots with a pointy toe and 3” stiletto heels. Each girl sat down on couches opposite Dan and crossed their legs. He looked up and the girls made quick eye contact with him, flipped their hair a few times and started chatting among themselves.

Dan tried to concentrate on the magazine but his eyes kept lifting from the pages over to the girls. He couldn’t decide which one was hotter, as they each were very unique in their own ways. Staring at the girls didn’t help his erection either, which seemed to grow every second he glanced up and saw one girl playing with her hair or crossing her legs or flexing her shoes. Also not helping matters at all were the girls talking to each other about their outfits and how good each other looked.

Thankfully, Diane stood up and told the group to follow her to the conference room. Dan let the girls go first and followed them, trying to take deep breaths to have his erection subside a bit. Of course watching all of the pretty girls in front of him didn’t help; neither did glancing into all of the offices they passed and seeing attractive ladies left and right. Dan saw the occasional male employee, but for the most part they were unattractive or at least not as handsome and athletic as he was.

They entered a conference room with a long thin table and leather chairs on either side. Everyone found a seat and Diane mentioned that Ms. Larson would be arriving soon. After a few moments of chatter among the girls, in strode Ms. Larson. Tall and slender, Ms. Larson was a young female executive in her mid 30s. She had medium length blond hair which was back in a pony tail. She was dressed in a black business suit, with a slightly below the knee skirt and 3” closed toe black pumps. At first glance she looked very similarly to Jenna Elfman with her blond hair, bright smile and slender figure.

“Thank you all for coming,” said Ms. Larson as she studied the young faces in her room. “As you know you’ll be competing for two lone internship spots we have this fall,” she continued as she walked around the table. “The four of you came highly recommended to our company, but if I feel that you’re not up to par with the excellence we command, I have no problem giving the job to none of you, understood?” said Ms. Larson as politely and firmly as she could. The group nodded her head, while Dan didn’t realize how competitive this decision really would be.

“Each of you will be meeting individually with a member of our staff so they can ask you a few questions about your abilities. Then we’ll regroup as a group to undergo some role playing to see how well you work together,” explained Ms. Larson.

Just then some of the executives walked into the room. Dan glanced over and saw how hot they were and decided not to look for fear his erection would grow again.

“Dan, I presume?” said Ms. Larson.

“Yes ma’am,” said Dan with his voice cracking a bit.

“You’ll be meeting with Diane, who you’ve met already.” Diane stood in the doorway waiving her hand. Dan felt some comfort knowing that Diane was just a receptionist, so she wouldn’t be as tough as some of the other executives.

Dan followed Diane into a small meeting room with the shades drawn and just a small hole in the door to look in. There were no tables, just a few chairs in the room in a circle. Dan sat across from Diane, who, sat just a few feet away from him, crossing her legs allowing her skirt to inch up her thigh slowly despite her best efforts to pull it down.

“So, Dan,” said Diane as she took out a notepad and pen, “what skills can you bring to Gertrude Publishing?” Dan stared at her for a second, caught off-guard by her formal tone.

“Um, I’m a hard worker who is um… eager to learn about the publishing industry,” stated Dan in a low hushed tone trying to sound authoritative as he cleared his throat.

Diane took notes and shook her head as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She glanced up from her note pad and caught Dan sneaking a peak at her legs.

“What would you say your biggest weaknesses are Dan?” said Diane as she looked him square in the eyes while she shook her foot back and forth seeing if she could grab his attention to her legs again.

Dan had never had formal interviewing questions before as his last jobs were more landscaping and athletic oriented. His eyes darted across the room in a panicked state.

“Umm… I would say I have no weaknesses?” stuttered Dan uncomfortably not sure how to answer the question never hearing something like that before.

Diane pouted her lips and nodded. She rattled off her next question. “Would you be distracted working in an office full of gorgeous female executives?” asked Diane very bluntly. She lowered her head and stared at him over her glasses waiting for the answer.

“Um…” Dan stuttered as he was caught off guard by the question completely. He started turning red as he fumbled with his pen and dropped it. As he bent down to pick up his pen, Diane uncrossed and slowly re-crossed her legs near Dan’s head. Dan tried not to look up but he couldn’t help it. He hoped that Diane hadn’t seen him. Diane took notes and waited for Dan to answer as she played with her blouse button.

Dan’s eyes raced everywhere looking for an answer. After a few nervous seconds Diane interjected. “Stand up Dan.”

“Excuse me?” said Dan confused and honestly not hearing what she had said as his mind was elsewhere.

“’Stand up’ I said,” stated Diane in an aggravated tone. Dan stood up before her as Diane placed her notepad aside. Diane looked up at Diane, who at 6’2” was just about crotch level with Diane’s head while she was sitting. Diane noticed the bulge in his crotch as she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. She tapped her pen into his crotch and looked up at him.

“Controlling this is what I’m talking about Dan,” said Diane as she slowly tapped her pen on his erection, fueling it even more. Dan looked down at her and could see her cleavage busting out of her top. He tried not to look but the image of her was etched in her brain and his penis responded accordingly.

“Look at me Dan,” said Diane softly as she continued to slowly trace her pen over his pants. Dan begrudgingly looked down at Diane. Diane looked up and smiled at him as she slowly removed her pen and grabbed his pants, undoing the button and dropping the zipper slowly. Dan couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked at the door desperately as his mind raced with confused thoughts.

Was she seducing him? Was she testing him? He had no idea as Diane skillfully freed his erection from his pants. Diane licked her lips as she traced his bulging erection with her fingertips. Dan took a deep breath not knowing what to say or do.

Diane removed his balls gently from his black boxer briefs so they were exposed. She traced them gently with her fingers as she looked up at Dan and smiled. Suddenly without warning Diane thrust her right fist into Dan’s balls as hard as she could, dropping Dan instantly to the floor.

Diane giggled to herself as she flipped back her hair as Dan struggled to catch his breath from the unexpected blow. Dan clutched his crotch as he looked up at her. Just then Diane kicked him in the head with her wedge shoe, knocking him on his back. Diane stood up and placed her foot on his chest.

“Oh Dan,” said Diane softly as she stomped on his muscle-laden chest with her wedge shoe causing Dan to grunt in pain. “Part of this job involves catering to women on hand and foot all day and all night,” said Diane as she slowly traced her shoe down his chest and over his stomach. “Somehow I think we’ll need to break you in a bit, should we decide to even offer you the job,” said Diane as her wedge brushed by his still exposed penis and balls and over his thighs.

“If you can make it past today you’ll be met with many rewards,” explained Diane as her foot came to rest on his penis, pushing it towards his stomach ever so slightly. “My money’s on you Dan, so don’t disappoint me,” said Diane as she teased his groin with her wedge shoe causing Dan’s penis to tingle again with pleasure despite the pain from the punch in the nuts and kick in the head Diane gave him.

Dan lay still on the ground afraid that she may cause any more damage. He had never been hit in the balls before, let alone hit by a girl, so the embarrassment factor was running pretty high for him. Plus he had a pounding throb in the side of the head where she kicked him. Plus he was still in shock by what had transpired. Just then the door opened. Ms. Larson entered the room and upon seeing the scene had a sly smile on her face.

“Dan, I see that you’ve met Diane,” Ms. Larson laughed as she strode over to him.

At over 6’ in her heels, Dan had to look up a long way towards her. “Part of your challenge today Dan will be trying to survive. This internship is both mentally and physically challenging Dan. We want warriors, not pussies,” said Ms. Larson as she paced the floor while Dan lay still beneath Diane’s heel on his crotch. “I have high hopes for you Dan,” said Ms. Larson as she motioned for Diane to move her foot from his crotch. Ms. Larson moved her foot over to his crotch as Dan took a deep breathe. She tapped his penis with her shoe softly. “Many rewards await a warrior Dan,” said Ms. Larson as she slowly stoked his erection with her shoe. Dan was paralyzed in feat by her authoritative personality.

Ms. Larson removed her foot. “The girls are coming in now Diane, stay and take notes. I want to see which one of them is a go-getter,” instructed Ms. Larson as she left the room.

“Good luck Dan,” said Ms. Larson as he looked over to see her leave the room. Diane meanwhile moved some of the chairs around Dan while he lay still on the floor paralyzed in fear and confusion.

Suddenly the three girls entered the room, shocked to see Dan on the floor with his penis out of his pants.

“Ladies, welcome,” said Diane gleefully. “Were you prepared on your assignments this morning?” asked Diane. Each girl nodded an enthusiastic yes and took their seats as they giggled and pointed at Dan’s erection.

Diane moved her chair closer to Dan’s body and sat down. She placed both of her wedge heels on his cock, pushing it firmly down to his chest. Dan winced in discomfort as he glanced over to see all three girls staring at him with a smirk on their faces.

“Candice?” asked Diane as the perky blonde raised her hand. “What did you learn today from Ms. Hancock?” asked Diane as Candice sat up in her chair.

“Um, I learned that Gretchen has a policy of abusing their male employees and making them their slaves” giggled Candice as the other two girls snickered in laughter.

“Ladies,” asserted Diane “let’s show some professionalism here please.”

“Sorry,” said the girls as they slumped back in her chair and crossed their legs.

“I know this is unusual as far as interviewing is concerning,” said Diane, “but your performance in this room will determine if you’re truly Gretchen material” explained Diane. “You’ll be judged on your character, your cruelness, your charm and your ability to cause the male vast amounts of pain,” explained Diane. “Is that understood?” All three girls nodded their heads while Dan squirmed beneath Diane’s feet. Sensing Dan was getting antsy she skillfully stroked her wedges against his cock, keeping it fully aroused.

“Now before our subject decides to run away on us, Candice would you like to go first?” asked Diane. Candice angrily stood up and positioned herself between Dan’s legs. Diane removed her wedge heels from Dan’s cock and sat back a few feet. Candice kicked Dan’s legs apart and stood inches from his balls. She smiled at him sweetly as she put her 3” heel on his erection, pushing it towards his chest like Diane had. Dan grimaced in pain as Candice pushed down his penis firmly. The other girls watched intently as did Diane. Candice then removed her foot allowing his erection to spring up. She took a step back and without hesitation blasted the toe of her shoe into his penis causing Dan to emit a bloodcurdling scream. The girls laughed as Candice was taken aback by the pain she caused him, putting her hands over her mouth in shock.

“Very good Candice,” said Diane assuringly as she jotted down some notes. Dan curled up into a ball as tears welled in his eyes. “You may have a seat,” said Diane as Candice sat down while the other girls giggled softly with her.

“Emily?” asked Diane. Emily, the Asian girl, rose to her feet. “Killer heels,” remarked Diane as Emily smiled and lifted up her shoe showing off her heel. “Go to it girl!” said Diane cheeringly as Emily glanced down at Dan crumpled beneath her feet. Emily bent down and whispered into Dan’s ear. “I can make you feel much better. Just lie still and I’ll suck your cock for you,” said Emily seductively into Dan’s ear. Dan resisted at first, but slowly rolled on his back while Emily played with his hair.

“Good boy,” said Emily as she nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck. Diane looked on intently as she monitored Emily’s control over Dan. Dan’s erection had subsided a bit but was starting to respond to Emily’s soft kisses. Emily ran her hands down his chest as she climbed aboard his chest, facing his crotch. Emily ran her ass backwards so Dan’s face would get a good look as she stretched her hands forward caressing his penis. Within seconds Dan was fully erect again as Emily’s skillful fingers stroked his erection. She slid forward and slowly engulfed his penis with her mouth as promised. Dan took a deep breath as Emily’s soft lips pulsated up and down on his erection.

Emily looked up at Diane and smiled. Diane returned the smile as Emily removed her lips from his penis and sat upright on him. She swung her legs forward so that they were around his erection and she slid her ass backwards towards his face. The other girls moved forward in their chairs awaiting her next move as Emily slowly coaxed his erection playfully with her shoes.

“Do you like that Dan?” asked Emily as she slid her 4” red heels slowly up and down his shaft. Dan murmured a barely audible grunt as Emily stroked his penis faster with her heels causing Dan to groan a little louder. “Good, Dan,” said Emily as she kept up her pace. Dan’s legs trembled in pleasure as Emily expertly jerked his cock with her heels. Sensing he was about to cum Emily stopped her jerking and let Dan catch his breath. His erection pulsed but she stopped just in time to avoid having him cum. Diane nodded in approval and jotted more notes. Emily slowly lifted herself off his body and stood between his legs with her hands on her hips. Dan’s eyes were closed as he was trying to grasp have been denied releasing. Suddenly Emily kicked him hard in the balls with the toe of her shoe. Her blow slightly missed his balls kicking his thigh instead causing a loud slap throughout the room. Before Dan could cover up, Emily followed up with another two quick kicks, both on target, causing Dan to scream in pain.

“That’s better,” said Emily as she watched Dan squirm in pain at her feet curled up in a ball.

“Good work Emily,” said Diane as Emily found her seat. The other girls gave her high-fives as Diane finished taking notes.

“Lisa, you’re next,” said Diane as the curvy Latina stood up.

“That’s gonna be hard to top, but I’ll do my best,” said Lisa as she stood over Dan. “Dan, listen to me,” said Lisa in her slight Spanish accent. “Open your legs before I give you something to cry about,” said Lisa as she bent down and pushed him on his back. Dan did as he was told despite really wanting to cover himself up to avoid further damage. Lisa stood up and placed her boot on his chest, digging in the heel slightly as Dan winced in pain. Lisa then stepped up on his chest, digging both heels into his shirt. Dan screamed in pain as Lisa was definitely not the lightest girl to have standing on your chest in stiletto heels. After a few seconds Lisa stepped off as Dan let out a scream in pain. Lisa placed her boot on his face, pressing his cheek into the floor.

“You gonna cry like a baby?” asked Lisa sarcastically as she pressed her heel into his cheek. Dan couldn’t answer as her heel was buried into his cheek. Finally Lisa let go as Dan grabbed his face feeling for holes in his skin.

Diane took down notes as Lisa kicked Dan in the ribs causing Dan to howl in pain. The girls admired Lisa’s ruthlessness but were shocked by how hard she was kicking him. Dan tried to roll onto his side but Lisa sat quickly on his stomach, keeping him on his back.

Lisa leaned forward and slapped Dan across the face hard. Dan went to cover his face allowing Lisa to lean backwards and punch him square in the balls. Dan couldn’t sit up since Lisa was sitting on his stomach so Lisa got in a few more punches and open handed slaps to Dan’s nuts while Dan furiously tried to kick her off of him.

Lisa, sensing she might get thrown off Dan, grabbed his penis in her hands and dug her fingernails in tightly. Dan’s legs froze as Lisa instructed him to lay still. Lisa smiled as she dug her nail in deeper causing Dan to wince loudly in pain. Diane was sick of hearing Dan scream so she went over to Dan and pushed his face to the ground with her wedge heel and told him to be quiet. Lisa meanwhile dug her nails in deeper, drawing traces of blood from Dan’s penis. Dan struggled to free himself but Diane’s heel on his face and Lisa’s grip with her nails on his penis was making every move he made hurt even more.

“Lisa you can release your grip now,” said Diane laughing as tears started trickling down Dan’s face.

Lisa released her fingers and saw the trickles of blood on his battered erection and laughed. “Ooh… I should really cut these nails huh?” laughed Lisa as she examined her fingernails causing the other girls to laugh. Lisa stood up and found her seat as Diane gave the girls a round of applause.

“Well done ladies,” said Diane as Dan just lay there in a crumpled mess, blood trickling from his penis and face red from Diane’s wedge heels. Diane removed her wedge from his face but just as quickly jumped up onto his chest, balancing herself.

“All three of you did a great job today…” started Diane as she steadied herself on Dan.

Suddenly Candice raised her hand. “Yes Candice?”

“I feel like I had a disadvantage going first,” moped the perky blonde. “The other girls were more vicious than me but I didn’t know what was expected. Can I go ahead and get another chance?” asked Candice with a sullen face.

“Well… Candice,” explained Diane “luckily there is a part two to this interview, in which you’ll be judged on individual skills. So you’ll be able to make up for it then,” continued Diane with a wink.

Candice nodded in approval as Diane walked over Dan’s chest and between his legs, pushing his erection down towards the ground causing Dan to squirm in pain. After a few seconds Diane stepped off of him. Before Dan could close his legs in defense, Diane slammed her wedge heel into his balls hard, causing Dan to emit a barely audible scream as he once again curled up into a ball clutching his battered groin.

“Now that Dan isn’t going anywhere for a while, let’s take a water break shall we,” said Diane as she rounded the girls up and walked out of the room.

The Shopping Deal part 1-2

By speedycj1

Hey everyone,

The following story is based on a combination of true events and some fantasy sprinkled in. Obviously some of the details have been fabricated to make a better story :). It's my first story in a few years, so hopefully I’ll be able to contribute more to the forum. Here it goes… enjoy!

Shoe boxes surrounded the floor as AnnMarie's eyes lit up with delight. “Ooh, all these new shoes for me! I'm soo excited!” said AnnMarie as she sat on the floor opening each boxes like it was her first Christmas present. “Oh, look at these,” she exclaimed in delight as she took out a pair of black boots with a pointed toe and thin 3” heel. “These will be great for pummeling!” said AnnMarie confidently as Chris sat there in a state of half excitement and half worry.

Chris had been having a miserable time at work recently and would tell his female friends that he'd do or buy them anything in exchange for them giving him a beatdown. Deep down inside he was doing it for the love of getting dominated by women, but he was looking for an alternate route besides having to go via the mistress route. Also he would half joke with his female friends about all the money and gifts he would adorn them with should they “knock him out of his misery.” He needed to be sly about the ordeal since he didn't want to make it seem like he was a psycho or something.

Chris would also spin the angle of this being a great stress reliever, that the girls were able to vent out any of their frustrations in a physical way. A few of his friends were definitely keen to the idea and even went as far to negotiate deals, but nothing had come about of it besides empty threats and flirting. AnnMarie was his best friend’s wife and was an awesome and very attractive girl. She was very friendly and sweet and Paul was happy that he was able to marry someone like her. Chris and AnnMarie were very close and AnnMarie was also close with Chris' girlfriend. AnnMarie however had a keen eye for expensive things, including furniture, cars and most of all clothing. She had a good job and good money and she would indulge herself time and again. Paul however was more stringent with his money. They had argued many times about their spending differences, with AnnMarie going as far as calling her husband a cheap bastard.

Chris had emailed AnnMarie one morning about his need to be pummeled from his workload and jokingly offered to take her to an expensive dinner and buy her a new fall wardrobe if she would put him out of his misery with a pummeling. AnnMarie bit on the idea instantly and in back and forth emails she had even picked out a bunch of new boots from Ninewest that Chris had offered to buy her to pummel him with. He had offered to buy her new outfits for each shoe he bought her so she would get use out of them besides pummeling him.

AnnMarie wasn't the kind of person who would be physical with people as she was only 5’4” and 120 pounds at most. She wasn't muscular or overly toned; she just was one of those always stay-skinny girls who never worked out. Chris wasn't sure what to expect out of her, as she probably had no idea how badly Chris needed to be dominated. So Chris needed to play his cards right without scaring her off. AnnMarie meanwhile was just going along with the fun through email, trying to escalate her payout, but doing it in good fun without a realization that Chris was being completely sincere in his statements.

AnnMarie continued to smile widely as she opened each box. The next pair was a pair of calf length brown boots with a more rounded toe, but a thick 2 ½” heel. Another pair of ankle length beige boots followed with a slightly pointed toe and thin 2 3/4” heels. AnnMarie was satisfied with the shoes Chris had picked out for her. She definitely needed new shoes and these were perfect for the fall and winter.

“So how should I go about pummeling you?” giggled AnnMarie as she slipped on the brown boots with the rounded toe and admired them. “Actually they don't match my outfit do they?” laughed AnnMarie. She was wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt. “I feel stupid in this, let me go change.” AnnMarie went up to her bedroom and filtered through her clothes.

Chris meanwhile stewed over how this was gonna play out. AnnMarie came back downstairs in a low cut white top and tan above the knee skirt. Her blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Chris stared at her with a smile as AnnMarie looked extremely sexy. That's better she laughed as Chris nodded his head.

AnnMarie was worried herself as she had no idea what to expect nor was she one who tended to use physical violence ever. She had talked a good game up to this point but now the moment had arrived and she was extremely nervous and unsure. If Chris hadn't gone through his end buying the shoes she probably would have backed out. But she figured Chris was offering so much and Paul would never buy nor allow her to buy the things Chris was offering to buy her. A girl had her needs to shop, and so that was a convincing factor. Plus it wasn't like she was working at a strip club with strangers... this was her husband's best friend so there was a reassurance that he wouldn't try to do anything immoral. Plus was he really looking to be pummeled that badly? How much of a beating was he actually willing to take?

AnnMarie said she needed a few drinks before doing this so they opened a bottle of wine. Chris used this time to discuss past experiences with AnnMarie being violent. She had slapped a guy or two before and grabbed a guy's crotch, but had never kicked a guy in the balls with force let alone with her heels. They drank quickly and did a few shots too to ease the nerves. Her biggest concern was hurting him. Chris assured her he wouldn't be hurt easily. In fact he had been kicked in the balls thousands of times in his life, between his youth and his experiences exploring his ballbusting fetish. But he couldn't divulge that obviously to her, so he told her he had been struck a bunch of times below the belt in fights with ex-girlfriends and that it didn't hurt too badly. After a few more shots AnnMarie was tipsy and had a little more confidence about the situation. Chris was feeling a bit buzzed too, which would help him with the pain.

They moved to the living room and AnnMarie stood before Chris. “So what would you like me to do to you? Kick you in the balls?” said AnnMarie chidingly as she ogled the shoe boxes on the floor to her delight. Chris couldn't believe it was actually going to happen. His mind raced with ideas but he needed to take it slow.

“Well how about this,” said Chris, “let's say that based on how badly I’m pummeled, we'll negotiate how much money and clothing and jewelry I’ll also have to buy you. We'll start with a $100 minimum and work our way up. You can do whatever you want, no matter how cruel or hurtful... and if I’m hurt from it, I’ll say a higher amount. We'll stop when either you get too tired or reach an amount you're happy with. Does that work for you?”

AnnMarie blushed slightly as she was battling in her conscious whether this was the right thing to do or not. Could she actually physically beat someone up? Especially a friend. ‘What if I don't hurt him enough?’ thought AnnMarie with wavering confidence. ‘How many kicks would hurt him? Don't guys go down at the slightest touch?’ All these thoughts raced through her mind.

She blurted out, “I... I don't know if I can pummel you like you want me to. I'm not strong at all.”

Chris sensed her uncertainty and reassured her. “Well look at the shoes you have at your disposal,” replied Chris confidently. “I think they could cause plenty of damage.”

AnnMarie laughed as she was more reassured. “Very true, especially the thin heeled ones.”

“There you go!” said Chris trying to inject her with confidence. Chris still sensed her indecision and said, “How ‘bout this, you can start off slow with some practice shots so you can see you won't hurt me. You can slap me a few times to shake of the nerves and we'll go from there. Just pretend I’m your worst ex-boyfriend or even Paul when he's being cheap!”

AnnMarie laughed, “Oh, I would throw you a huge beating then!”

“Well remember the worse I’m beat the more you'll earn. Think shopping, trips to the spa, and more shoes!” said Chris in hopefully his final pep talk to her.

“Ok, let's go,” said AnnMarie as she reared back her right hand and slapped him forcefully across the face. AnnMarie laughed as the blow was harder than she thought it would be. Chris was stunned, but excited about how hard she hit him.

“How did that feel?” asked Chris.

“Great!” said AnnMarie as she was starting to see how this could be an empowering experience for her.

She slapped him again and a third time as the slap echoed through the room. AnnMarie laughed but her laugh was turning more sinister rather than giggly. “How about a punch to the groin?” said AnnMarie with renewed confidence and determination.

“Go ahead,” said Chris delightfully as he spread his legs slightly for her. AnnMarie glazed intently on his crotch and reared back her right fist. She took a deep breath and looked at Chris. He caught her gaze and gave her a nodding approval as to say everything would be ok. She thrust her arm forward and punched him in the groin. Chris flinched slightly but the blow caused next to no damage. AnnMarie had a surprised and dejected look on her face.

“That didn't hurt you,” she said dejectedly.

“No, it was good... maybe because I’m wearing jeans it absorbed most of the blow.” Chris didn't know if that was a mistake or not, because if she was having issues hitting him in the first place how would she be ok with the idea of him being in his boxer-briefs or naked for that matter. He treaded lightly. “I mean it's up to you, if you want to cause me more damage I may need to take off my pants since they'll probably absorb a lot of the blow.” AnnMarie wasn't too sure if she was in agreement.

Chris didn't wait and said, “Wait, how ‘bout if I put on some mesh shorts? That would be less absorbent and easier for you to cause more damage.”

“Ok, that's better,” said AnnMarie, relieved as she wasn't sure she was gonna be comfortable with that boxer-briefs scenario. She went to the kitchen to do another shot and regroup as Chris changed.

She came back in the room and said, “Let’s try this again.”

Chris replied, “By the way you're up to $150.”

“Really?” said AnnMarie surprised.

Chris knew he needed to keep her confident and interested or else this would become a failed experiment. “Yep, those slaps were good!”

AnnMarie picked up confidence from his statement and without warning stepped forward and slapped his face hard again. AnnMarie laughed as she said, “Mama needs a new pair of shoes,” and slapped him hard a second and third time. Then she cocked her fist back and punched him in the balls. This hit caused more damage then her first one as the mesh shorts were less absorbing than the jeans. She punched him again in the nuts as Chris doubled over slightly. AnnMarie smiled happily and laughed more so at the fact that she was behaving so violently and in disbelief she was actually doing it.

“So how much now?” she said confidently as she was expecting a major increase.

Chris didn't want her to get too confident so he told her no change... still $150.

AnnMarie went from elated to mad. “What??? Are you kidding?” she said angrily.

“Nope,” replied Chris as he was achieving the reaction he wanted.

“Oh now you're gonna get it,” said AnnMarie as she stepped back and thought of her next move.

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. And close your eyes,” she said sternly. Chris obliged. AnnMarie stood there confident but nervous as she had never kicked a guy in the balls before. She took a deep breath and tried to ready herself. AnnMarie stepped forward and kicked him in the balls with the top of her boot. The blow was medium strength and because Chris' eyes were closed he was a little startled by the blow, but it didn't hurt him too much. AnnMarie was a little concerned she had hurt him so she asked if that was too hard.

Chris laughed and said, “Nope, you can go harder.”

“But I don't want to hurt you,” said AnnMarie suddenly coming to grips with what she was doing.

“No worries, I can take it. Plus, you're back down to $100,” he said.

“Wait, you can't do that to me!” said AnnMarie incredulously.

Chris shrugged his shoulders in a too bad sort of way. He was trying to make her mad and it was working perfectly.

She grabbed him by his shirt and said, “You're so gonna get it now!” as she quickly brought her knee into his balls. The blow was strong but Chris only budged slightly as he was in shock she was so brazen suddenly. She kneed him a second and third time and then replaced her knee with a firm grab. Chris grunted as AnnMarie tightened her grip.

“So what's it now,” she said angrily as she looked into his eyes and squeezed tighter.

Chris was completely surprised by her actions. ”$200,” he mumbled as she turned her hand and increased her pressure. Chris' knees were starting to give way.

“$250,” he mumbled again as AnnMarie kept up her relentless attack. She used her other hand to pull his hair and pull his head down as his knees were weakening.

“More,” she said sternly as she twisted her hand causing Chris to moan loudly. “I'll crush them... I swear,” said AnnMarie with a half-laugh, half-serious tone.

“$300,” said Chris as he was starting to bend towards the ground with AnnMarie following him down.

AnnMarie finally released her grip as Chris clutched his aching balls and dropped to his knees. “Move your hands and put them behind your back.” Chris didn't listen so AnnMarie kicked his hand with her boot. “Now!” she demanded. He quickly obliged.

AnnMarie stepped back and stepped forward with a hard kick into his balls. Chris groaned loudly as the toe of her boot caught his right testicle. He doubled over in pain. “Don't be a pussy,” said AnnMarie, “take another one.” She was on a mission now as the alcohol and her anger was fueling his suddenly vicious behavior. Chris was seeing a side of her never before seen by anyone. Chris straightened and spread his knees.

AnnMarie caught him with her hardest kick yet, flush with the top of her boot and square in the balls. The thud echoed through the room. Before Chris could recover she pushed him onto his back and stood between his legs. She placed her shoe on his chest and smiled at him. “Remember you asked for this,” she said sternly as she slowed dragged her foot down his chest, stomach and over his groin. She placed her heel on his balls and measured him up.

“Before I do something that will really hurt, are you sure you don't want to revise your offer?” said AnnMarie as she pressed her heel into his balls more firmly. Chris grunted as he contemplated his scenario. He wasn't about to reconsider anything especially seeing how sexy she looked standing over him. This was exactly what he could have hoped for.

“Nope, still $300,” he said confidently.

AnnMarie looked at him in surprise thinking he wouldn't be crazy enough to let him do this. “Ok, well it's your balls not mine,” she laughed as she lifted her foot up and looked Chris in the eyes. “This is gonna hurt,” she said as she stomped her thick heel into his balls hard. She caught him cleanly in the balls. Chris yelled loud as AnnMarie grinded her heel into his balls with confidence and determination. She pushed her heel down firmly as Chris moaned loudly.

“Now?” she asked, “or do I have to put on the thin heels for even more pain?” She put more pressure on his balls causing Chris to yell out in pain.

“$500,” muffled Chris as he sat up in a feeble attempt to pry her boot off him. She was hurting definitely hurting him more than anticipated and now his natural instinct was to be concerned about damage rather than fantasy. AnnMarie laughed at him in his predicament.

After a few more seconds of pressure she removed her heel from his groin and Chris rolled over to protect himself. “We're getting there,” said AnnMarie confidently as she bent down towards Chris. “Just a few more thousand to go,” she laughed as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Unless you just want to quit while you’re ahead,” she asked him as she moved her heel right in front of his face and pressed it into his cheek. Chris said he was not a quitter.

“Ok... suit yourself,” said AnnMarie as she went over to the other shoeboxes. “Hmm... I think it's time for the pointy toe, thin heel boot, what do you think?” she laughed as she sat down on the couch and changed her boots.

Chris peeked up and saw her sitting their confidently, and although he was excited he was having some of his wildest fantasies come true, he also realized he may have unleashed an uncontrollable monster...

PART 2: The Shopping Trip

AnnMarie put on her black boots and took a few steps in them to break them in. She gazed down at her shoes and outfit as she was pleased with her look. Chris continued to stay on the ground trying to recuperate from her latest onslaught. AnnMarie walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and took a large swig of it. She wanted to keep her buzz going as it seemed to fuel her violent behavior. She walked over to Chris and pulled him up by his hair. She brought him to his feet and stood close to him with her wine glass still in her hand. Suddenly she lifted her knee sharply into his groin completely catching him off guard. More important she didn’t spill a sip of wine. Chris dropped to the floor instantly as the blow caught him completely surprise. AnnMarie chuckled and finished off the rest of her wine with three big gulps.

She looked down at Chris who was in the fetal position on the floor at her feet. She pushed his head down to the floor with her boot as a sinister smile etched its way across her face. She suddenly realized how much power and control she had. Feelings she had never experienced before. She even thought about ways she can dominate her husband and how her life would change for her from this point on. She was in a completely trance as she unknowingly kept pushing Chris’ face harder into her carpeted living room floor. Chris managed to turn his head slightly so his cheek was being pressed against the floor instead of his forehead. AnnMarie suddenly snapped out of her trance and looked down. She realized she still had unfinished business at hand. She removed her foot from his face as his cheek and forehead were beat red from being forced into the carpet. She placed her empty glass of wine on the table and told Chris to stand up. She stood before him and reached down between his legs, grabbing hold of his balls tightly. She stared right into his eyes as she continued to squeeze until Chris’ knees grew weaker. Finally she released her grip and smacked him hard across his face.

She was completely in a dominant zone. Suddenly without warning she yanked Chris’ shorts down as well as his boxer-briefs. Chris was completely stunned by her actions and started to blush turning his face even redder. “I wanted to see how much damaged I’ve caused so far,” said AnnMarie as she bent lower to observe. She was definitely intoxicated because this was completely abnormal behavior for her. She inspected his balls and saw redness but nothing too major. She was also taken aback by how large his balls actually were. They had enlarged too during the beating as blood was flowing into the area.

“Wow,” said AnnMarie in amazement. “You have some huge balls. No wonder why I haven’t missed a kick yet,” she said laughingly. Chris stood there still frozen by the fact he was suddenly naked in front of his best friend’s wife. He was unsure as to what to expect next. AnnMarie grabbed his balls firmly as she continued to observe his crotch. Chris muttered groins of pain as AnnMarie twisted and tightened her grip all the while starting intently at his balls.

After a few seconds she released her grip and noticed my reddening and swelling occurring. She smiled and stood up and pressed her body against Chris. Her actions were completely bewildering him. She moved her knee slowly up his leg and between his crotch. She bit her bottom lip as she massaged her knee against his balls. Chris was still paralyzed in fear and uncertainty, completely helpless in the situation. AnnMarie was unsure of what her intentions were either but at this point she was being guided by her intoxication and curiosity. She ran her smooth bare knee back and forth against his balls as Chris started to get an erection. AnnMarie ran her fingers down his chest and slowly grabbed his shaft and pulled on it softly as to guide his erection along. Chris continued to grow in her hands as he tried to fight the urges, mainly out of fear of the uncertain. Suddenly she tightened her grip on his penis and released her knee.

“Sorry I don’t know what got into me,” laughed AnnMarie embarrassingly as her seductiveness turned back into determination.

“It’s ok,” stammered Chris as she continued to grab tightly on his now throbbing erection. She gave him a few more tugs and then thrust her free hand up into his unprotected balls. Chris’ body jolted from the blow as Ann Marie kept a grip on him. She brought her fist up again and again as she seemed to be enjoying torturing him. Tears started to well up in Chris’ eyes as her punches were solid and on target. That and he felt like he was gonna explode any second, something he definitely could not afford to do.

AnnMarie felt his throbbing and knew he was close to coming. “Wow, looks like someone likes it rough,” chuckled AnnMarie as she removed her hand. She stepped back and admired his erection and the marks her fingers left from gripping him so tightly. After a few seconds of staring at his manhood she snapped out of her trance.

“Well,” she said as she cleared her throat,” I guess we’ll need to find out how rough you like it!” Chris gulped as he was completely helpless standing there at full mast. She stepped back and kicked at his erection playfully as it bobbed up and down. AnnMarie laughed as she lightly tapped the toe of her boot against him, which only served to get him even more aroused.

“Too gentle I think,” she said as she kicked his erection harder and harder as Chris stepped backwards.

“Stand still,” she demanded as Chris tried to steady himself. She took a deep breath and unleashed a vicious kick right to the shaft of his penis sending it crashing upwards towards Chris’ body. The blow knocked him flat on his back as the shockwaves of pain traveled so fast he didn’t have time to scream in pain. AnnMarie laughed as she stepped forward between his legs. She put her foot on his erection and pushed it down towards the floor. Chris moaned in pain. She released her pressure and kneeled down to inspect her damage. She had given him a nice bruise on the bottom of his shaft from her pointed toe. His skin was broken slightly but no blood was flowing.

“Whew, didn’t want you to bleed on my carpet,” she laughed as she stood up straight. She spread his legs further with her foot and stood between his legs gazing down at him. She brought her heel into his balls and pushed down firmly. Her sharp heel was pinching his skin as Chris moaned in pain.

“Looks like this hurts pretty badly,” said AnnMarie as her heel dug into his ball sac. Chris’ grunts got louder. “So I’m thinking we made some progress here,” said AnnMarie matter-of-factly as she released her heel and found a new spot on his balls to put pressure on. The pain was nearly unbearable for Chris as he sat up clutching her leg. AnnMarie twisted her heel cruelly as Chris begged her to release her heel.

“Money talks,” said AnnMarie sternly as she released her heel and pushed his chest backwards until he lay back down. She raised her foot up high as Chris stared at her in fear.

“1000,” said Chris desperately as he attempted to spare himself a huge blow. AnnMarie looked at him disgustedly. Suddenly she slammed her heel right into his balls as Chris’ body convulsed in pain. He sat up as his balls were on fire from her sharp heel. AnnMarie was concerned, but at this point she had come too far in her determination to let herself feel compassion. Plus this is what he had asked for so it wasn’t her fault he was hurt. Chris clutched at his balls as he was definitely hurt more then he was ever hurt before. His exposed skin was no match for her new heel.

AnnMarie walked to the kitchen to get more wine while Chris recovered. Part of her felt terrible but she knew it would have to be over now. She took a big gulp and walked back to the living room. Chris lay there in pain as he tried to fight back tears. AnnMarie kneeled down next to him and asked if he was ok. Reassuring her Chris said he was fine and that was a great shot. Uncalled for, but it proved her point about how serious she was.

“Maybe I can make you feel better,” AnnMarie as she felt badly seeing Chris hurt as she debated what to do next.

“I’m okay,” said Chris but AnnMarie wasn’t buying it.

“Lay down,” said AnnMarie as she helped Chris lay flat on his back.

“Do you think I broke them?” laughed AnnMarie as she walked over between his legs and sat down. She inspected the damage and saw a huge red mark where her heel hit. His balls besides that were’ too swollen and his erection had subsided greatly. She slowly grabbed his penis and fondled his balls gently. She was sure to be gentle as she wanted to make sure he was still responsive. Sure enough after several seconds of fondling, Chris’ penis began to swell with pleasure.

“I guess you’re okay,” laughed AnnMarie. Chris laughed assuredly. Seeing this hot girl fondling him after busting him was a major turn-on. AnnMarie was relieved to see she hadn’t caused permanent damage as she continued to fondle him. After a few more moments she stood up between his legs.

“So do I have to do this again or are you gonna give me an amount I’m gonna like!?” asked AnnMarie.

“Umm…” said Chris as he was unsure if he should appease her or keep going.

“Well maybe I can make the thought process easier for you,” she said as she reared back and kicked him in the balls with medium strength. “Hmm?” she said as she waited for an answer. Chris kept his mouth closed and AnnMarie knew what she needed to do. She stepped back and took a deep breath. She stepped forward and nailed him with her boot in his right testicle. Chris’ body jolted in pain as he tried to close his legs. AnnMarie however was quicker then him and had grabbed his legs and spread them open again. She kneeled down on his crotch with her knee grinding it into his balls. Chris was in so much pain his grunts were barely audible. She moved her knee forward and trapped his erection against his stomach. She shifted her weight so everything was focused on crushing his penis against his body. Chris looked up at her and could see the determination in her eyes and couldn’t get over how incredibly gorgeous she looked while dominating him.

AnnMarie could sense that she was becoming more sensual so decided to go with it. She released her knee and stood back up between his legs. She put her boot back down on his penis and pushed it towards his body against his shirt. She pushed her foot back and forward keeping strong pressure on him as Chris’ moans went from pain to more of the more pleasurable variety.

“I see you’re enjoying your predicament,” said AnnMarie sarcastically as she gazed down at her with a seductive glare. This just made Chris even more aroused as a wry smile came over his face.

“Well I’ll make you a deal,” whispered AnnMarie. “I’ll take care of your little problem here,” she said as she pushed down on his erection for emphasis.” “If you’ll make the offer $10,000.” Chris gulped. $10,000 was a ton of money. Before he could answer AnnMarie added “You don’t need to pay me all at once, but remember I’ll WILL charge interest,” she said as she twisted her foot against his throbbing penis. “Maybe even some new shoes since these are already used,” said AnnMarie as Chris could barely pay attention to her words.

She picked up the pace of her foot as Chris’ body quivered in ecstasy. He was going to explode any second. Knowing this AnnMarie release her foot and stepped back. She kicked him in the balls quickly catching Chris off guard. She kicked him harder as his body jumped.

“Option 2 of course is me continuing to pummel you,” said AnnMarie as she kicked at his balls with the point of her boot. “And the payment is still $10,000,” she said as she kicked his erection suddenly for emphasis causing Chris to yell loudly.

AnnMarie laughed as she alternated between kicking his balls and his penis. After a few more shots she went back to putting her foot on his erection pushing it towards his body. She unknowingly was a master dominant. Chris couldn’t take anymore as his erection throbbed beneath her boot. AnnMarie knew he was coming and released her foot.

“So…what’s the answer Chris?” she said as she placed her foot right next to his penis, just out of reach. Chris was out of breath as AnnMarie slowly rubbed her foot against his shaft pushing down softly.

“Finish me off,” said Chris as the need to release was unbearable.

“$15,000,” said AnnMarie as she pushed her foot down slowly on him.

Chris wasn’t in a position to argue. “Fine $15,000,” he said desperately seeking release. She laughed and moved her foot back between his legs. She lifted her foot up and stomped on his balls with her heel grinding it in after her stomp. Chris seethed in pain as she twisted her heel into his balls again.

“I just wanted to see you squirm one last time,” said AnnMarie as she reared back and kicked him hard in the balls. His body jolted several times in pain but before he could cover himself up she was right back to pushing his erection down against him. She pushed faster and harder as Chris’ body buckled beneath her.

“$20,000,” she said feverishly as she too was turned on by the experience. Chris bit hi tongue as she was relentless with her boot.

“Yes, $20,000,” he said over and over as his erection throbbed and cum exploded out of his penis over his shirt, even hitting him in the face. AnnMarie kept pushing as she made sure every last drop of cum was out of him. She stood there and took a deep breath as her foot remained on his penis.

Chris lay motionless beneath her, drained of energy. She removed her foot and stood back. She looked over and saw some cum had gotten on the carpet. She looked down and kicked him hard in his balls, causing Chris’ body to jolt forward in completely surprise. He wailed in pain.

“Clean up your cum before I break your balls next time!” yelled AnnMarie.

Between the tears in his eyes, Chris was definitely hoping there would be a next time.

The Meeting (part 1-2)

By speedycj1

It was the first meeting of its kind. A community whose members reside in complete anonymity had agreed to show face and mingle with each other. They were bound by a common interest, albeit a normally secretive one, but now had the opportunity to put faces to the many names they have known, but never met for years.

The setting was a hotel in New York City. A conference room had been reserved under the name TLCnet Online Community Forum. The name was innocent enough to not to draw suspicion from the hotel powers that be but was recognizable enough to those who were part of its following.

Chris had no idea what to expect as he entered the banquet room. As a longtime member of this community he had the utmost respect for everyone he had “met,” or chatted with online over the years. He had personally contributed to this community over the years through his appearances in numerous video shoots, working hard to emulate the performances he had admired over the years from Andrea, Knackers and other “male actors,” who take hours of beatings in order to provide the community with material to help it grow. Even though he most likely had been seen by everyone in the room through the video clips and pictures he appeared in for the past six years, he still had an uneasy feeling about crossing the line that existed between fantasy and reality.

His uneasiness settled a bit once he made eye contact with an attractive woman from across the room. He could see that he had caught her attention as she excused herself from a conservation and walked over to him.

“Hi, I'm Angela,” she said with a huge grin and a sparkle in her brown eyes. “You must be Chris?” asked Angela, assured already of his answer.

“Yep, I'm Chris. It's so nice to 'officially' meet you Angela,” said Chris as he shook her hand. “Can I buy you a drink?” asked Chris as the two of them made there way to the bar.

They continued their conversation through a few rounds of drinks, occasionally speaking with others who walked by to meet and mingle. However they eventually returned to conversing with themselves, talking about everything from their upbringing to the reasons behind their ballbusting fetish. They spoke candidly about their feelings and Chris definitely admired her for views and the unabashed way she spoke about inflicting pain to the opposite sex.

“Do you think I can take a few shots at you tonight?” said Angela as she blushed slightly at her aggressive question. Perhaps partly the alcohol was to blame, although right now she knew she had before her someone who could withstand quite a deal of punishment, and she wanted to experience that for herself.

“Sure, that would be great,” said Chris as he quickly chugged the rest of his wine. “Where should we go?” asked Chris as he knew he had at least enough drinks to help dull the pain a bit should she cause any.

“How bout my room?” said Angela with raised eyebrows and a wink.

“Um, sure,” said Chris as his cheeks turned redder than the wine he was drinking.

“Great, let's go,” said Angela as she grabbed her purse.

Chris hadn't gotten a good view of her yet, but as he followed her to the elevator he saw that she had an athletic body. At 5'6,” she was definitely in shape and had slender but strong legs that were on display thanks to her slightly above the knee, light green flowing skirt, with white stockings and brown calf length boots. Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, which revealed her sparkling brown eyes and pretty face. They got in the elevator and no sooner did the doors close and Angela stood right in front of Chris and slid her hands to the front of his pants. She gave him a good grab as Chris was caught off guard by her bluntness.

“Just want to see what I'm working with here,” affirmed Angela as she gave him another firm squeeze. Chris moaned slightly as Angela giggled. They reached her floor and entered her room.

“Have a seat on the chair,” said Angela as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. Chris complied and waited for her, his mind racing with uncertainty about what she had in store for him. Moments later Angela came out of the bathroom and walked towards him. She stood directly in between his legs and smiled. She placed the heel of her boot on his crotch and pushed down slightly.

“Just so you know I'm expecting a lot out of you Chris,” said Angela as she dug her heel into his crotch slightly. “Especially since I've seen what you can take in videos,” she continued as she traced her boot down his crotch and back up again.

“How many shots did you have in mind?” asked Chris, half-nervous about his predicament.

Angela laughed mockingly. “As many as it takes,” she laughed as she pouted her lips at him in the form of a kiss. “Sit before me on your knees,” said Angela politely as she removed her boot from his crotch. Chris complied and kneeled before her. Angela brushed up against him with her body and walked around him stalkingly. She returned to the front of him and lifted his chin up with her hand. Suddenly she slapped his face hard with her free hand as the sound of the slap echoed through her hotel room. Chris' cheek stung from her sudden and vicious blow. Before Chris could react to her slap she quickly kicked him in the groin with the toe of her boot. The blow wasn't too severe since he still had his pants on but it caught him by surprise as he doubled over in pain and groaned.

“That sucked,” said Angela disappointingly, “we'll need to remove those pants,” she said as she ordered Chris to remove his pants. Chris stripped down to his boxer briefs. “That's better,” said Angela as she eyed his boxers examining her target.

“Would you mind laying on your back for me?” asked Angela in a soft voice as she gave Chris another one of her irresistible smiles. Chris lay on his back and Angela stood between his legs, spreading them apart. She eyed his crotch as she placed her boot squarely on his balls pushing down with some force. Her eyes grew wide as she lifted her foot off the ground and looked Chris in the eyes. She smiled again and suddenly slammed her heel into his balls causing Chris to scream out in pain. His body jerked up to clutch his balls but Angela kept her boot embedded in his groin.

“That one had to hurt,” laughed Angela as Chris slowly lay back down on the floor and took deep breaths. His balls were stinging as her solid heel had caught him square in the balls, particularly his right testicle. Angela removed her heel and bent down to have a look. She pulled down his boxers and saw redness on his testicles from her blow. She grabbed his balls gently with her hands and squeezed, alternating between squeezing the right and left testicles as Chris groaned in pain on the floor. She admired how his balls were perfect for busting and noticed a good resiliency to them.

After a few more moments of squeezing she told Chris to stand up and remove his boxers. “You don't mind if I take a few kicks do you?” asked Angela sweetly as Chris again really couldn't say no to her demands. Chris straightened up and Angela instructed him to place his hands behind his back. Chris took a deep breath as Angela stepped back to observe her target. She arched her leg forward and nuzzled her boot under his balls to measure him up. She lowered her boot and took two steps back.

“You ready Chris?” asked Angela as she stared him in the eyes. Chris nodded yes and braced himself for the blow. Angela glanced down at his balls hanging between his legs and took two quick strides and nailed him in the balls with a medium strength Chris. Chris yelled out as the toe of her boot hit his right testicle again.

“That wasn't even full strength,” laughed Angela as Chris doubled over in pain. “I know you can take more than that,” she said. Chris grimaced in pain but didn't want to disappoint Angela so after a few seconds he straightened himself again.

“That's what I like in a man,” laughed Angela as she took two steps back again. Chris placed his hands behind his back and braced for her next kick. She smiled at him and again eyed his balls which were growing redder by the second. She stared at his balls all the way through her powerful kick which caught him flush in the balls with the top of her boot. The loud slap echoed in Chris' ears as he instantly dropped to the floor in pain. The sound of the blow alone would make most men pass out so you could imagine the pain Chris' balls were in at the moment. Angela stood besides him admiring her handiwork. She had felled someone who she saw take some of the hardest kicks she'd ever seen in just two to three blows. She knew most guys she's busted needed to warm up with a few kicks to build resiliency, but she didn't hold anything back on that last kick. It was probably one of the hardest kicks she'd ever given to any male, even those who she busted regularly.

Angela bent down to check on Chris as she saw the pain etched across his face. She rolled him on his back and checked his balls. His testicles were still intact although they were beet red and very tender to the touch. Chris tried to hold back the tears that were welling in his eyes as he slowly started to catch his breath.

“I'll tell you Chris, that was one of the hardest kicks I've ever given,” said Angela, not sure if those words were exactly comforting. “Glad to see you're still in one piece,” she said as she patted his balls and stood up. Chris managed a slight laugh through the pain. As he sat up and inspected the damage himself.

“Yeah, I still hear the sound echoing in my ears,” said Chris as the pain was slowly subsiding. Angela sat on her bed and removed her boots.

“As a reward you can come and kiss my foot,” said Angela as she dangled her white stockinged feet off the floor. Chris gingerly made his way over to the bed and kissed her feet. Angela let Chris kiss her feet for a few seconds and then stood back up.

“It's getting late and we have a long weekend ahead of us,” said Angela as she brought her boots over to the closet. “But I would love to see you again tomorrow night, if that's ok with you?” asked Angela sweetly as she walked back over to Chris who was still on his knees at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah, I guess that's okay,” said Chris.

Angela ran her foot gently against his balls to give him some extra convincing. “Maybe next time I'll be a little less rough on you too!” laughed Angela as she ran her foot softly across his crotch and over his thighs.

“Ha, yeah that would be nice,” responded Chris as her soft touch was starting to arouse him. Noticing this Angela withdrew her foot as she knew had given him all the convincing she needed to give.

“Till tomorrow then?” said Angela as Chris picked himself up and put back on his clothes.

“Sounds like a plan,” said Chris as he dressed himself and Angela walked him to the door.

Angela opened the door to let him out. “Thanks again for letting me bust you, it made my night!” beamed Angela as she gave him a hug.

“It was great to meet y...” said Chris when suddenly his words were interrupted by a hard knee to the balls. Before he could bend over in pain Angela grabbed his shoulders and kneed him as quickly and strongly as she could in his balls. After five quick knees she couldn't hold Chris up any longer and let him slump to the floor before her.

“Just wanted to give you something to dream about for tomorrow. Good night,” said Angela happily as she blew Chris a kiss and closed the door to her room, leaving him slumped on the ground in pain in the hallway.

Chris trudged slowly back to his room and closed the door. He went to the bathroom and examined the damage Angela caused. His right testicle was swollen and red and the left one had some swelling. She caused a lot of damage in a short amount of time thought Chris to himself as he washed up for the night, took two Advil and went to bed.

At 6am there was a small knock at the door. “Room service,” said a faint voice. Chris awoke in a panic as he didn’t remember ordering room service. He walked to the door in a t-shirt and boxers and peeped through the hole. He couldn’t make out the figure so he opened the door slightly, standing behind the door as a safeguard.

“Your room service sir,” said the voice which appeared to be from a younger girl.

“I didn’t order room service,” said Chris as he was trying to clean the sleep out of his eyes.

Suddenly the female pushed the door backward and Chris went stumbling backward. The cart was pushed into the room and the door quietly closed. Chris was stunned by the female aggressor who was dressed in standard hotel maid clothes, a white shirt and a tan skirt with a white apron. She was 5’2’ tall and appeared to be young and ethnic, perhaps South American. She had a small, petite body and her long black hair was in a ponytail. The room was still dark so Chris had problems making out her face. Chris stood idly by while the worker set up her tray of breakfast in the room. She used a flashlight to help her see and Chris was able to make out what appeared to be a tray of eggs, toast, bacon and orange juice. Chris was still in shock as this was all unexpected.

“I’m sorry… can I ask who this is from? I didn’t order room service,” said Chris quietly as the lady finished laying out the spread.

“Yes, sir, this is courtesy of Angela,” said the female with a slight Spanish accent as she finished her tray and stood in front of Chris. She shined the flashlight in his eyes and Chris instantly raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light. Suddenly the female punched him square in the balls as Chris let out a groan and slumped to the floor. The female giggled as she stood over him. Chris glanced up at her and saw this petite figure standing over her, looking much taller than her 5’2,” frame. She grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up to his knees.

“Spread your legs please,” said her innocent voice as she tapped his legs apart with her white sneakers. She drew her leg back and quickly kicked him in the balls with her sneaker. She held him up by his hair as Chris moaned loudly in pain.

“Be quiet,” she said in a soft voice as Chris struggled to grasp what was going on. Before he could even think another kick came crashing into his balls as she released his head and let him slump to the floor.

She mumbled to herself in Spanish and then bent down to the ground. Chris had tears welling in his eyes but could make out a pretty face and soft, delicate features.

She placed her hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry to do this to you… I’m sure you’re a nice person,” she said as her fingers ran down his cheeks. “But money talks,” laughed the girl as she reached down and grabbed him by the balls tightly.

Chris moaned loudly in pain as her small fingers dug into his already swollen balls. “Aaaaaargh!” Chris screamed out as she grabbed his tender right testicle. She was shocked that it felt larger than normal. She took out her flashlight and inspected his balls. To her surprise she saw that they were swollen and red. She instantly felt bad thinking that she had caused all that damage herself.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you this badly; the lady made me do it. Oh mi dios”!” she said rapidly.

“What lady made you do it?” asked Chris stunned by her admission as the girls put her hands to her face in disbelief.

“The lady, Angela, she paid me to scramble your balls… like eggs,” she said shamefully while dropping her head.

“Ha,” said Chris while thinking inside how cruel Angela was to send an unsuspecting woman to do some of her dirty work.

“I said I couldn’t do it but she gave me $100 dollars,” said the girl rapidly as she was cleansing herself of her guilt. “A hundred dollars is a lot for me,” repeated the girl in shame.

“It’s okay,” said Chris, feeling some remorse for the girl. “’Rosa’, is that your name?” asked Chris, getting close enough to read her name tag.

“Yes, sir,” the girl said apologetically.

“It’s okay Rosa,” said Chris as the flashlight was still shining on his swollen balls.

“My apologies,” said Rosa dejectedly. During their whole conversation, Rosa was putting her hands on his balls and her gentle touch was starting to make Chris slightly erect. Rosa looked down and saw this.

“Can I fix?” she said in a soft accent.

“Fix?” asked Chris in return.

Rosa gently ran her fingers over his penis as it responded immediately to her touch. “Like this,” explained Rosa as Chris didn’t know if this was a trick or not on her behalf.

Chris struggled to find an answer while Rosa gently coaxed his erection with her soft hands. She squeezed his balls gently causing Chris to groan in pain.

“I’m sorry!” Rosa said in a state of disbelief as she hadn’t seen anything like that before. She was completely surprised at how much damaged she caused, not knowing that Angela had caused a significant amount of it the previous night. Chris meanwhile didn’t know how to explain that Angela had done most of that damage already. Nor did he even want to attempt to explain that this was a turn-on for him, despite the pain he was in.

Rosa got his penis fully erect and had Chris lay on the floor. Rosa reached down and untied her sneakers, revealing her cute size six feet, which were encased in tan stockings. “Stockings are ok?” asked Rosa as she sat herself between Chris’ legs. Chris had no complaints as she slowly slid her stocking foot over his erection. Chris moaned softly in delight as her gentle feet slid back and forth across his penis. “It feels good?” asked Rosa with a smile as Chris lifted his head up and smiled.

After a few more minutes of caressing his penis between her feet she suddenly stopped and stood up. She walked over to him and placed her foot on his chest. “Angela didn’t pay me to make milk,” said Rosa softly as she ran her foot over his chest softly. “But if you pay me, I’ll make milk,” said Rosa as she placed her foot over his mouth. For someone who initially didn’t appear to be, she was actually quite a seductive woman.

Chris wasn’t sure how to answer. On one hand his penis was throbbing and looking for release. On the other hand he was scared if Rosa was going to tell Angela or hotel management. “Umm…” said Chris as Rosa’s foot traced its way down his cheek, over his chest and over his penis, pushing it gently down towards the floor. Chris took a deep breath as she pushed down harder.

“A hundred dollars,” said Rosa as she pushed Chris’ erection down further. Chris couldn’t believe she was negotiating with him nor was he in any position to do anything about it.

“Um, what?” asked Chris surprised. Rosa pushed her foot down harder. “A hundred dollars and I make milk,” said Rosa very matter-of-factly.

Chris stammered to find the words. “Well, um, I only have $50 in my wallet,” said Chris sheepishly not knowing if that was an insult or not. Rosa released her foot from his penis dejectedly and walked away. Chris wasn’t sure what he said or did but certainly she didn’t like what he said. Rosa walked over to the tray of food and lifted one of the covers. Her back was to Chris so he couldn’t see what she had in her hands.

Rosa put the objects on the floor. Chris sat up only to see that Rosa had put on a pair of black 3,” pumps and was walking back towards him. Chris wanted to get up but couldn’t, between his massive erection and the pain in his balls. Rosa stood between his legs. She looked a lot more menacing with high heels on rather than white sneakers. She reared back and kicked him in the nuts with her pointy toe shoe. Chris screamed out in pain. Rosa laughed and stepped down on his penis with her heel.

“Fifty dollars!! who do you think I am?” said Rosa sternly as she twisted her heel into his balls causing Chris to hold back yelling for his life. “You scream and I break them,” said Rosa not caring that her sharp heel was digging into his tender flesh. She released her heel, stepped back and kicked him hard in his erection causing Chris to squeal out loud and curl up into a ball.

Rosa cursed at him in Spanish while she walked over to his head. Chris’ hands clutched his battered groin as tears started to well up in his eyes. His body rocked back and forth in pain. Rosa bent down and put her hand on his face, caressing his cheek. “I wasn’t going to make milk,” said Rosa insultingly. “But for money I will do anything,” laughed Rosa as she patted him on the head and stood up. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be back… have some money ready,” said Rosa as she traced her shoe down his body.

She walked over to grab her sneakers noticing Chris’ wallet on the table. Chris was still curled up in pain as Rosa reached into Chris’ wallet for his $50 and walked over to him. A rush went over her and she decided she wasn’t done with him yet. She bent down and put the $50 in his mouth and pushed him on his back. She placed her foot over his mouth and started to shove the money into his mouth with her heel. She laughed cruelly as Chris tried not to swallow the money while grabbing desperately at her foot. Chris eventually pushed her foot away and Rosa responded by kicking him in the head with her shoe. The blow nearly knocked Chris out as he lay still on the floor. Chris managed to spit the money out of his mouth which made Rosa laugh.

She looked at her watch and realized the time. She stood up and took off her heels and put them back on the tray. She scrambled to quickly put her sneakers back on and straightened her outfit up. Suddenly there was a small rap at the door. Rosa smiled and ran to the door gleefully.

“Hello Miss Angela,” said Rosa as Chris’ body instantly paralyzed itself in fear.