True SD Story

By Nancy

Found this true story on a self defense forum for sharing success stories - legend

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Hi everyone.

Here's our story.

This incident happened in July 1993. I've noticed that most of the stories posted here involve stranger on stranger types of attacks. In contrast, my story is a typical family violence incident. For that reason, I have love in my heart for everyone involved and there are no bad people here and I'd feel sad if any of them were ever hurt. This is just something that happened one evening and has since been forgotten. There are no lingering resentments and we all get along fine now. Also understand, because I was working when this incident happened, I will be telling this story as it was told to me by my husband, my younger sisters Colette and Lynn, and by the doctors who I spoke to afterwards. My story isn't exactly a self-defense success story in the sense that Jenny's story is. However, we did have a heroine of sorts – my middle sister Colette. Although, for my husband and I, you could say that this was our first lesson in self-defense.

During the summer of 1993 Colette needed a place to stay for several weeks until her new apartment would be ready for her to move into; so my husband and I invited her to stay with us. It was early on a Saturday evening and Colette and my husband were in the living room watching television. My husband had been drinking scotch and water that evening as he sometimes does on the weekends; and his drunkenness only made the situation worse. Suddenly and without warning, my youngest sister Lynn came storming in through the back door without even knocking. She was shouting at the top of her lungs, "WHERE IS THAT LITTLE BITCH!!! I'LL KILL HER!!!

The next thing my husband knew, Lynn was pulling Colette by the hair and was punching and kicking her as hard as she could – right in our own living room! Lynn is much bigger and stronger and Colette never really had a chance. Meanwhile, my husband, who's just a "big teddy bear" to begin with, was in a half-drunken stupor and he just sat there, momentarily frozen, and watching in stunned disbelief as Lynn kept right on punching and kicking with Colette desperately trying to escape……….

The thing that my husband didn't realize, and the thing that brought about this violent incident between two close knit sisters was the fact that Lynn had just found out that Colette had been having a fling with her live-in boyfriend. Understandably, Lynn was pretty mad about it. In fact, she was absolutely livid!

As they struggled, Lynn pushed Colette back into our wooden living room table. They both fell backwards and went crashing down together right on top of the table -- and collapsing all four table legs. At this point my husband finally realized that it was time for him to actually step in and do something to break up the fight. The situation had reached the point where either Colette was really going to get hurt or else our expensive stereo and TV equipment would be ruined.

My husband then went over and lifted Lynn off of Colette, but when he did Lynn kept right on struggling and fighting with him trying to get back at her. My husband had never been in a situation like this before. He'd never had to break up a fight before in his life and he was totally clueless about how to go about restraining someone as strong as Lynn is without hurting her. The more Lynn struggled, the more force my husband needed to use in order to control her. My husband was able to push Lynn out of the living room and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms. He was trying to keep her as far away from Colette as possible. Nevertheless, Lynn did a terrible thing to my husband. As they were struggling in the hallway, she kneed him as hard as she could -- right in the groin.

Lynn told me later that when she kneed him he just screamed and then fell to the floor. She said, "One moment he was standing, the next moment he was just down." My husband would never actually hit any women, but he did tell me later that he wishes that he'dpunched Lynn in the stomach right from the get-go. I can't say that I blame him for feeling that way either. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just glad that I wasn't there to see it happen. The next morning one of my husband's doctors would jokingly refer to this little fiasco as being simply "That kick".

The struggle between Lynn and my husband only lasted a few seconds, but it gave Colette enough time for her to run too the kitchen where she grabbed a steak knife. Colette was totally freaking out by this time and upon seeing the sorry condition that Lynn had put my husband in, she just pointed the knife at Lynn and screamed at her, "GET OUT!!! GET OUT NOW OR I'LL USE IT!!!"………Colette was dead serious and Lynn was well aware of it.

Colette chased Lynn right out of our apartment with the knife in her hand. So it was Colette's quick thinking that actually ended the ruckus. Thank goodness for kitchen utensils!

When Colette was sure that Lynn had left the building she then went back inside to check up on my husband. He was standing up under his own power by this time, but he was still in unbearable pain. In fact he would stay in that condition for the better part of the next two weeks. It was obvious to both of them that he needed medical attention so Colette drove him straight too the ER. Lynn had nearly castrated him!

The strangest thing about this whole incident was the fact that Colette actually escaped with only a few minor scratches and bruises while, on the other hand, my husband needed to be rushed to the hospital with Colette doing the driving. Somehow I don't think that Lynn ever imagined that things would turn out quite like they actually did…..

Colette called me at work from the hospital and told me about everything that had happened. My shift hadn't ended yet, and on a Saturday night it was impossible to get someone to cover for me. By the time I finally arrived at the hospital my husband had already been admitted for testing. When the doctors learned that I was waiting in the lobby one of them came out and told me that they were pretty sure that my husband had a ruptured testicle and that he'd need an immediate operation to have it removed. He also said that they needed to run more tests first just to be sure of their findings. Fortunately though, throughout the night and into the next morning, all of the tests came back negative and the only thing that was actually wrong with my husband was that he just had allot of internal bleeding and swelling in his scrotum. Luckily Lynn had only ruptured several large blood vessels in his groin, but his testicles were never ruptured. And we were also lucky that the swelling in his groin wasn't blocking off his urinary track and preventing him from urinating. The doctors told us that urinary obstruction is a possible complication with these types of injuries and that it requires several days of treatment in a hospital.

Thankfully, the operation was called off. My husband was sent home the following afternoon with an ice pack and a prescription for painkillers and another prescription for a drug to prevent the injury from becoming infected. However, one doctor did say that they couldn't make any promises about my husband's fertility. Right before my husband and I left the hospital, the same doctor told me that he was "very--very lucky".

Internal infection was our biggest worry at this point and it was still a very serious concern. The doctors told us that if an infection ever developed that it could be a very serious complication and that it could even result in my husband needing an operation to have one, or both, of his testicles removed. Thankfully, that never happened. Because my husband works on his feet all day, the doctors advised him to take two weeks off from his job and to stay in bed as much as possible. They also told him that his injury would take six weeks in order to heal completely. I think that this was the only time in his life that my husband has ever actually followed a doctor's advice. That was a very scary time for the both of us……..

Naturally, Lynn's explanation for why she found it necessary to knee my husband in the groin would have actually been comical if it weren't for the fact that it was so scary.

"I don't have balls so I didn't know that this would happen!? I'm sorry!"

As far as she was concerned this was just another technique that she had learned – or should I say, "perfected" – in a self-defense class. However, she really didn't know that there's a big difference between kicking a guy in the shins as opposed to slamming her knee into his groin! Pathetic! Who's teaching these classes anyway? Thank goodness that she at least had enough sense to stay away from his eyes and throat…….

Anyway, my husband's injury healed just as the doctors hoped that it would, so he's okay physically. The only lasting effect from the injury is a cyst that developed on one of his testicles as the injury was healing. That cyst can be quite painful for him in the hot months. Lynn also gave my husband's ego a bruise that took much longer to heal. Months and months after the injury happened; for some reason, he was worried that he might still lose a testicle or something. My husband finally mentioned his concerns to our family physician, but the doctor said that he was fine but he recommended that he get counseling for post traumatic stress syndrome. He never did though. Unfortunately, "That Kick" was a very upsetting thing for my husband to have to go through; and it was totally unnecessary……..

Someone in this club had asked if anyone knew the effects that a kick in the groin can have on a guy. Well, here you have it. I hope that this answers your question?

An ironic sidebar to this terrible incident is that several years later Lynn finally was married to a guy who she only knew for a few months. The marriage didn't last long though. The guy that she married was a bodybuilder and, I think, a steroid junkie also. Anyway, the guy started beating her early in the marriage, and for her own safety, she had to leave. One time I asked her, "Why didn't you use your self-defense on him like you did to my husband?" Just like I suspected, she didn't have an answer for me.

In 1996 I took six months of Kempo Karate in a very reputable school. From the very beginning we were being shown strikes directed at all of the vulnerable arias. However, the thing that nobody stopped to tell us about was the different kinds of injuries that we could cause if we actually used these techniques. In effect, the school was sending trained killers out on the street, and without giving them a full understanding of their capabilities. In fact, most of the self-defense literature that I've read is even more irresponsible! These idiots just skip right over the fact that we live in a society governed by the law of the state -- and not the law of the jungle! In light of my own experiences, I can understand why Lynn might have done the thing that she did to my husband. Nobody bothered to educate her………

The Lesson

By mulation

Okay... this is my first story, so you'll have to excuse any crappiness…

Jim was a stud and he knew it. He was the captain of the varsity football team at his high school and it certainly showed. He would always flaunt his muscular body around with tight-fitting shirts and pants that would show off the bulge of his prominent manhood. The girls would all swoon when he swaggered by in that special way of his.

All of them, that is, except for one. The one girl that Jim wanted more than any of the sluts he could get a dime a dozen. Her name was Kimi. Kimi was the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was Asian-American, and had inherited the best of races. She was tall with long, shapely legs and the kind of breasts most guys jacked off to in the magazines. She also had an exotic look that just drove Jim crazy. But despite his best efforts, Kimi ignored him for the most part.

One day, while the football team and cheerleading squad were out practicing on the field, Jim decided to try and get Kimi's attention. He "accidentally" threw the ball out to the track around the field, where the cheerleaders were practicing their routines. Kimi, who had noticed Jim's previously attempted advances as well, decided that enough was enough. She picked up the ball, and walked over to Jim, a seductive smile on her face.

When she reached him, she swung the ball underhand between his legs stopping an inch away from the young man's crotch. He yelped in surprise, and jumped back, prompting bursts of laughter from both teams, who had seen the entire thing.

"What's the matter, little boy?" Kimi asked mockingly. "Afraid that the big bad cheerleader might hurt you in your little ballsie-wallsies?"

At this Jim straightened up and puffed out his chest. "In your dreams," he replied. "I ain't afraid of anything, especially not a little girl like you!"

At this he pushed her and laughed as Kimi fell to the ground. The football players laughed at how easily Jim had put Kimi in her place. Jim, who was ultimately the gentleman, however, offered a hand to help Kimi up. She gave him her best smile as she took his hand, but the smile soon turned into an angry scowl and, before anyone could make out what had happened, it was Jim who was on the ground and Kimi who was standing over him laughing.

Jim was really angry now. He got up and put up his fists, ready to teach this puny girl a lesson, no matter how hot she was. Kimi merely stood there, shaking her finger at him while saying, "Tut, tut, tut. You should know that fighting's bad. But okay, I'll take you on," she said. Seeing that he was preparing to strike, she added, "However, I think both our teams still need to practice, don't they? So how about tomorrow after school in the gym? I'll have one of my girls see you tomorrow to tell you the rules." And with that she and the rest of her team walked away to continue their practice.

The next day, one of the younger cheerleaders, whom Jim recognized as a girl named Jenny, approached him as he was entering the cafeteria for lunch.

"Ok, Kimi said to tell you the rules. There are going to be three bouts: One boxing match, one wrestling match, and one free-fighting match. There are no holds barred, but there are a couple of ground rules you need to familiarize yourself with. First of all, matches are to be fought in the nude. Second, there is to be no kicking or wrestling holds in the boxing match, and no blows at all in the wrestling match. The free-fighting match can be fought any way you choose. Whoever wins at least two of the matches will be declared the winner. The loser will have to be the winner's slave for a week. The first fight will begin at 3:10 in the gym, and the next fight will be held the following week at the same place and time, followed by the final fight the week after that. Good luck... I think you're going to need it," she said.

It was 3:00 and Jim walked into the gym with his signature swagger. He strutted his way to the locker room, stripped off his tight clothes and donned a robe that he would wear until the fight. The thought of him fighting Kimi, the girl of his dreams, with the both of them naked and with no rules keeping him from doing what he wished with her brought him to a raging hard-on that poked out through his robes. The very thought of his hands on that body got him so turned on he started stroking himself. He was almost at the brink of orgasm when Jenny came in to check up on him, denying him the release that he craved so badly. Oh well, he thought, he would be able to do whatever he wished with Kimi for a week after he had taught her a lesson. That would certainly make up for this interruption now, he said to himself.

When Jim stepped out of the locker room, Kimi was already in the ring wearing nothing but her gloves, shadow-boxing. Jim climbed into the ring as well, and took off his robe and had the girl help him with his gloves.

"Are you ready to lose?" he taunted.

"I don't lose," Kimi replied.

After this short exchange, the bell rung, signifying the beginning of the first round. Kimi was lightly jumping back and forth, obviously waiting for Jim to make the first move. But he didn't… or couldn't. He was hypnotized by Kimi's enormous breasts swinging up and down, side to side. Kimi realized the effect she was having on Jim, and pointed this out to him.

"So you like these?" she asked, cupping them in her gloves.

Jim snapped out of his fantasy world and tried to get his mind back on the fight. They danced in and out of each others' range, feeling each other out. Jim, however, was obviously still thinking about Kimi's naked body, as he had a humongous erection. Kimi put on an evil grin as she saw his cock rise. It was time to strike.

With surprising speed and grace, Kimi had dashed in, ducked under Jim's frantically thrown right hook and come up with an uppercut to his balls! But fortunately for Jim, Kimi hadn't thrown her full weight into the punch, aiming only to reveal his male weakness to him. Jim, however, had other things on his mind.

As soon as Kimi's gloved fist had come into contact with his testicles, his whole body had been on fire. He had been hit a couple times in the groin during football practice, but he had had a cup on to absorb the impact, and had only felt a fraction of the pain an actual blow could do. He dropped to one knee as he grimaced in pain.

"That was an illegal punch!" he protested.

"There are no holds barred, remember?" she replied sweetly.

"I'll get you for that cheap shot, you little bitch," he said through clenched teeth.

"Ohhhhhh," Kimi said sarcastically, "did the poor little cheerleader hurt the big dumb jock's balls?"

Jim said nothing and instead concentrated on getting back to his feet and staying there. As he rose to his feet, however, Kimi had managed to throw a couple more punches into his face and stomach, softening him up some more. Jim was now afraid to suffer yet another punch to his balls, and so had one gloved hand protecting his family jewels, leaving him unable to fight at his full potential. Kimi, realizing this, had used his vulnerability to her advantage, feinting attacks to his groin and then striking him somewhere else.

As the match proceeded, Jim began to tire visibly. His movements were more sluggish, and he was bleeding out one side of his mouth. Kimi, on the other hand, still looked as fresh and energetic as when she had started the fight. It was the classic tale of a smaller, faster fighter slowly chipping away at a much larger and stronger opponent. Although Jim, at the beginning of the fight, could have laid Kimi out for the count with just one powerful punch, he no longer had the strength to do so. But the match continued.

Finally, when it appeared that Jim was no longer able to continue with the fight, Kimi decided it was time to put the football jock in his place. She moved in for the kill with a quick jab to the chin, followed by a left hook into his flank. She then followed with a much slower feint to Jim's face, attempting him to get his hands away from protecting his balls.

Jim fell for the trick hook, line, and sinker. As he moved his hands to stop his face from being smashed in, Kimi dropped towards the ground and delivered a devastating uppercut to Jim's testicles, this time with all the force she could muster.

The effect on Jim was instantaneous. His jaw dropped and he was in far too much pain to even scream or even breathe. Instead he crumpled, rolling around on the ground in a fetal position, muttering something that sounded vaguely like, "my balls... my balls..." He was definitely out for the ten count and Jenny raised Kimi's hand in victory. Round one had gone to Kimi.

Jennifer's Dream Come True (part one)

By mstewa1

This is my first post so feedback welcomed!! If response is good sequels will be written.

Jennifer was waiting for her lousy hubby to get back. She had found out earlier that day he had been cheating and she was waiting for revenge. She sat on the sofa in her new shiny black platform thigh boots with a six inch heel, her leather mini skirt, leather gloves and leather corset. She wasn't waiting long as Jason strolled in the house five minutes later. He walked into the room and was shocked by what his wife was wearing. He had a funny feeling that that night he wasn't going to like what she was going to do. He tried to act cool and asked how she was but as soon as she mentioned his mistresses name Julia he knew the game was up. He was about to explain himself when she demanded that he strip naked and lay down on the floor with his legs spread. He argued but a swift kick to his balls took the wind out of him and he complied.

He laid on the ground naked and began to whimper as he knew he was going to have a whole new experience.

Jennifer wasted no time and stood over him with her platform boot just over his balls. She stamped on them and swashed them in upon contact and held her boot on him as Jason tried to use all of his withering strength to lift her boot off him. But with his wife standing at 6 foot, 2 inches tall and physically strong legs he had no chance. Upon seeing her husband try to fend her off she took some rope and tied his hands to the table to prevent this happening again. She then stood over him again and proceeded to do the same and stamp on his balls swashing them again. She was beginning to enjoy herself and was getting excited over what power she had over him. Jennifer then began to kick Jason repeatedly into his balls using more force every time Jason yelling as the pain intensified in his unprotected sac.

After about 50 kicks Jennifer stopped and untied Jason telling him to kneel with his legs spread so the onslaught could continue. He complied and again she kicked him with more force than before leaving a echo of whimpering from Jason to sound the room. Enjoying herself, Jennifer stopped after 50 again and inspected the damage with her leather glove working her way over his balls with her index finger. She began to rub the bottom of his dick and worked her way up. Jason always admired her magic fingers and before long he was fully erect. Jennifer saw this as an opportunity to squeeze his sack together, once again leaving Jason to cry in pain.

Jennifer had a brainstorm at this point and tied Jason back up again to prevent him recovering fully and proceeded to get her phone and dial in Julia's number. As soon as Jason knew who was on the end of the line he knew he was in trouble...

To be continued...

The Shoe Store Clerk

By MsBoots69

While working during X-mas vacation at a mall in Denver while I was in college, I took a part time job at a shoe store called "The Freaky Pair" which specialized in hard to find HIGH heels and all up to date "fashionable" shoes.

I worked from 10am until 9:30pm one day and dealt with over 150 totally complete assholes {customers} that demanded everything and really had me in a really pissy mood!!!!

While I was locking up and doing inventory a security guard walked up behind me and asked me if I needed a hand? BIG MISTAKE!!!!! Besides the fact he was a fat obnoxious pimply young kid, he grabbed MY ASS which you do not do without me wanting me to!!!!!

Well somehow I kept my composure and said "sure" and told him to come in back and we well have a few "KICKS" together...

I led him into the stockroom and told him to wait by the curtain while I used the bathroom. Which was really time for me to get and slip on a pair of size 7 1/2 red pumps that laced up the front and had long strings that wrapped around my ankles and legs and tied in a big bow just below my knee, with a nice 4 1/2 inch heel that was very wide at the top but tapered smaller than a #2 pencil at the bottom!!

I snuck up behind the kid and he was just standing there leaning over a small counter and I hauled off and kicked him as hard as I possibly could, all he could do was stand there in shock and lean over the table more opening up his crotch even more and again I let him have a perfectly placed red toed shoe in his balls!!! This time he fell to the ground on his backs screaming STOP PLEASE, but all the days frustrations only made me deaf and all I did was change my shoes into a pair of brown suede boots with a thick chunky heel and then I stomped him so hard he sat up and I seen him crying, not moving, just holding my ankle while my boot heel was grinding into his balls and all he could do was cry!!!

I wanted to try on all the shoes and see which ones were the best on this kid but I thought he had enough and helped him out of the store and leaned him up on the banister by the steps and held his head up so he could look me eye to eye and rammed my knee into his beaten nuts for one for the road, he fell so hard to the floor and balled up like a little baby!!!! Oh well!!!!

I went back into the store to lock up and looked at all the shoes I could of used as weapons and really CRUSHED the kid, and just smiled and walked by him still balled up on the floor and told him how lucky he really was I was a nice girl!!!!!!

The Mary Avon Lady

By MsBoots69

It was in late November in Seattle and I was rushing door to door to get all the X-mas orders in I could by the deadline. All I kept thinking about was I need to stop this b.s.!! I'm going to be 40 next March and this door-to-door stuff is getting old. Even though I was weathering the old age looks thing really well, thanks to all my products and five days a week at the gym, I need to get myself a office job. The make-up kits felt like they weighed 100 pounds today. The houses seemed like they were a mile apart and these high heeled boots were killing my feet but appearance is EVERYTHING in my business!!

I finally made it up this long driveway and sat down my bags, straightened up my long trench coat and wipe d the spots off my patent leather boots all the way up to my calves where they stopped. It was then I noticed a scuff I made on the 3 1/2 inch heel on these steps which really pissed me off. I just spent $200 for these boots!!

When the door opened a big guy in normal farmer gear, the coveralls and baseball hat, smiled with both his teeth at me, and asked me, "What can I do for you sugar?"

"SUGAR?" I shook it off and asked him if I could speak to the woman of the house please.

He smiled again and said, "Sure," and invited me in.

I knew right away there was no way a woman of the house lived here. There were too many empty beer cans and dirty dishes everywhere!! This big guy yelled out, "Hey Jethro, this here little gal is looking for the woman of the house," and laughed out loud.

Well Jethro called out, "I be right there Bubba," and in walked in his double, right down to the bibs and hat.

I shook my head and said I have GOT to get out of this business!! I was just taking off my trench coat when they were both eyeing me up and down. I had on a short red skirt that hugged my old but very firm butt with a matching blazer with a silk thin white blouse under it, business but attractive. Like I said, appearance is everything!

Well just then Bubba walked up behind me and grabbed both my ass cheeks with both hands and started to squeeze and laugh. And here comes Jethro. I snap kicked him so fast and hard I think I paralyzed him and I instantly came down and stomped my spike heel into the top of Bubba's foot causing him to scream louder than Jethro!! I then spun around and rammed my knee into Bubba's nut sack causing him to double over, giving me time to turn and snap kick Jethro again keeping him immobile!!

Bubba was starting to stand straight and I took three big strides and buried my boot toe-deep into his crotch, lifting him off the ground and quickly dropping him and Jethro must have came to because here came the big hick. I easily side-stepped his rush and bent down and punched his jewels as he ran by causing him to stop and double over. I then KICKED the hell out of his balls with three hard full power boot full from behind - down he went!! Bubba was lying on the ground crying and I ran and football kicked off his crotch as hard as I could causing him to sit up then I continued with a roundhouse to the side of his head knocking him out cold!! Back to Jethro, he was still down so I walked to him and held up his right leg and kicked him six times over and over right into his balls and knocked him out with a snap kick in the middle of his big forehead!!

There this over-the-hill woman stood in the middle of this pigsty with these two out cold, so I smiled and got my makeup kit and painted their faces with the brightest colors I had. They really looked like clowns now! I added up all the makeup I used on them, wrote out a fake receipt, took the cash owed out of Bubba's wallet, walked down to his crotch and put the receipt on his balls and lifted my knee to my face and stomped down with the spike heel landing right on his left nut!!!!

He didn't even wake up, and probably wished he hadn't when he does!!! I looked at my boots and saw that damn scuff and walked to Jethro and stomped his balls the exact same way as Bubba and he didn't move either!!! I then took $25 out of his wallet and left him a note that I took the money to have the boot scuff I got while stomping on your balls repaired!!

I gathered up my kits, put on my trench coat and straightened it up and headed out to the house next door and said to myself, "I have got to get out of this business!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Mad Driver

By MsBoots69

I woke up late for work and was having a bad day. It was a normal crappy Monday morning and nothing was going right!! There was no coffee, no shaving cream and I stepped in a pile of puppy droppings barefoot!!!

I get through that and the I can not find my car keys, I tear up the house looking for them and finally find them and run out of the house only to trip over a bag of garbage my lazy son left on the porch that he was suppose to take out last night!

I finally hit the road and I get to my first stoplight and a black T-Bird with smoked windows is just sitting there after the light turns green. I back up to go around but the car takes off like a bat out of hell!!! I get to the next light and the same T-Bird does the same thing. I am starting to get pissed but the car takes off and pulls into a 7-11. I keep going and after a while I go to turn left and this black T-Bird flies past me and whips into the left turn lane making me slam on my brakes to just avoid rear-ending this asshole!!! He then takes off and this guy seems like he is destined to make himself a pain in the ass along my whole route!! Finally he cuts me off again and pulls into a mini-mall parking lot and by now I was really pissed and decide I need to kick this guy’s ass!!!!!

I whip in behind this guy and block him in and I get out ready to kick his ass and I started by kicking in his rear quarterpanel!!! Well finally the door opens and out comes a dark blue pump with two ankle straps with studs buckled around a really dark tanned leg followed by the other leg!!!! Both attached to the most beautiful petite blonde with spiked hair wearing a matching blue skintight sundress with mirrored sunglasses and tons of jewelry!!!

Before I could close my wide opened jaw she kicked me so hard in the balls I couldn't believe it came from that little babe!!! I was doubling over from that kick as she pushed up my head and blasted me with three knees that I swore came from a 300 pound man!!! I went down instantly!!!!! She then walked up and kicked my with her pointy toe of those pumps again forcing me to close my legs around her foot making it hurt even more. She would then take her foot out and stomp her stiletto heel right into my balls causing me to open my legs again!!!! After four or five rounds of this back and forth torture she finally took a deep breath and kicked me so hard with those pumps again I must have slid back two feet and I though I was blacking out!!!

As she was walking away all I could do was watch her cute ass in that tight dress and her long high heels tapering away when she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of keys and unlocked a door and turned to look at me and flashed the most evil smile at me while I laid there unable to get up and wondering if I would ever get a hard on again!!! As she went inside and I was fading in and out of consciousness I read the sign on the door - Welcome to Miss Diamonds Dojo… The Self Defense Specialist!

I was having a really crappy day!!!!!!!!!!!

The Hypnotist

By MsBoots69

I was alone last Friday night and thought I would go to the local riverboat casino and try my luck on a little blackjack. I got to the boat at 10 p.m. for the 10:30 cruise and it was already sold out. I never have any luck... So I went to one of the lounges to wait for the next cruise and had a few rum and cokes to pass the time when she asked me if she could sit down at my table with me!!!!!!!!

I looked up and saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; she was tall, slender and really built like a brick shithouse!!! She had long reddish curly hair and had to be six feet tall. She was wearing a short tight dark green leather skirt with a white sweater that was short sleeved with buttons up the front that showed off her perfect breasts, she also had on a waist length black coat and the most dangerous looking pair of black ankle boots I had ever seen, they had a four inch metal heel with a matching silver toe tip and the laces were wrapped tight along the top around a buckle around the ankle and I don't think I have a shoe fetish but I couldn't take my eyes off her legs or those shoes!!!!

We had three or four drinks together and I was buzzed and told her I would rather take my chances gambling with a chance at her than on the boat now!!! She smiled and said she had a idea!!! She picked up my hand and led me out of the bar to her hotel room, and told me she had a bet in mind! When we got to her room she made me another drink and proposed her bet. She bet me she could hypnotize me and make me feel like I have NEVER felt like before!!!! She said we would both put up 500 dollars and the winner got all the money and the loser would be a slave to the other for one hour!!!!!!!!!

So that seemed simple enough, and I would have a fun time either way, so I agreed and we started. She moved all the furniture out of the way and had me stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips and took off her gold necklace and started waving the heart shaped pendant in front of my eyes and was talking to me with a very whisper!!!!!!!!!!

The next thing I remembered was waking up on the floor in the middle of the room and feeling perfectly normal except for the fact I was 500 dollars short and I had a video tape laying on my chest with a note saying to enjoy the room for the rest of the night and to have a drink because I was going to need it really bad!!!!!!!!!!

So I went to the TV and put the tape into the VCR and made a huge drink and hit play. There was this beautiful redhead talking to me and I was still feeling kinda under trance but could not explain it. She said this was going to hurt her more than me but watch and enjoy the show. I was standing in the room all alone when she walked in wearing a latex mini-dress and those same hot boots!!!!!!! I didn't know what was going on but she looked amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!! She walked up to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the throat and then smiled and blasted me in the nuts with the hardest knee I ever saw, and it was on ME!!!!

I didn’t even budge and I felt like I was in the twilight zone, watching her knee me in the balls that hard and I couldn't even move or feel it???? She then backed up and kicked my balls dead-on in those boots!!! Not one or two times but it musta been 30 or 40 times. Each time harder and harder and the whole damn time I am not even moving or acting like I feel anything????????

She finally stops kicking me and looks at the camera and says, “You will never forget this image and you will cringe every time you even hear the tap of a spike heel but here it comes,” and she steps back and runs up to me and kicks me so hard in the crotch. I am sitting there watching her lift me up to my tiptoes with the force of that kick but I do not move or fall or even feel the damn thing!!!!!!!!!!!! She then lays me down on my back and lifts her leg up and slams down that metal spike heel into my balls and I still am not moving or even act like I feel it??? She musta stomped that heel into my balls 10 or 15 times until she tired herself!!!

She then kisses me on the cheek and "I bet I would make me feel like you have never felt before but I felt normal???????????

As she was leaving she stepped in front of the camera and told me this, “You need to keep this tape and anytime you doubt the power of a woman you need to watch this and remember who is in charge!!!!!!!!!”

“AND BY THE WAY... IF YOU ARE WONDERING IF THIS REAL OR WHY YOU ARE NOT FEELING ANY OF THE EVIL BALLBUSTING YOU JUST WATCHED YOURSELF RECEIVE, IT’S BECAUSE IT IS ALSO PART OF THE HYPNOTISM. WHEN I STOMP MY HEEL ON THE FLOOR WHILE YOU ARE WATCHING THIS YOU ARE GOING TO FEEL EVERY PAIN AND KNEE AND KICK YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE POSSIBLE TO FEEL WITHOUT DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL KNOW YOU LOST THIS BET FAIR AND SQUARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And with that she lifted up her leg and all I could do was beg and scream to the TV, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” AND AS SHE STOMPED THAT METAL HEEL INTO THE FLOOR I STARTED TO VOMIT AND SCREAM AND BALL UP ON THE FLOOR FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS UNTIL I COULD EVEN SIT UP AND HOPE THIS WAS JUST A BAD NIGHTMARE BUT I STILL HAD THE VCR REMOTE IN MY HAND AND MY BALLS WERE THROBBING UNCONTROLABLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Hairdresser

By MsBoots69

I started working for CC last July at her hair salon which is attached to her house in a small town in Ohio. CC is the kindest and caring friend I have ever known. She is the perfect mother of her four year old little girl and works hard for her family. The problem she has is her husband, a lazy, rude obnoxious ass named Jake. He is off work due to a work injury and all he does now is sit around and drink all day and drive CC crazy.

Well after he was off work about four months, he really turned into a jerk. He was always yelling at CC, always embarrassing her in front of her customers by coming into the shop and yelling at her for stupid reasons. Well finally he crossed the line and started to hit her. He was 6' 2", 210 lbs and she was 5’1" and 90 lbs so this is a really fair match, right?

I tried to mind my own business but one day she came into the shop after lunch crying her eyes out and holding her stomach. The bastard was lying on the couch and she tried to cuddle up with him for some unknown reason and he punched her in the crotch three times. I thought she was going to die the way she was acting in so much pain. Well enough was enough!!!

The best part was CC had enough too and wanted him to feel her pain in any way possible so she happily agreed to my plan. We waited until Friday and started our plan of revenge!!!! I showed up to work with only one thing in mind, to be the biggest prick teaser I could ever be and Jake was the receptionist!!!! I wore a short blue mini-skirt with a matching blue tank top vest that buttoned up the front with a white waist length sweater when the customers were around, but when Jake was around I teased him with all I had.

During lunch CC took her daughter over to her mom’s and I started to really tease Jake. I almost felt sorry for the jerk but NOT!!!!! We finished our schedule and after we locked up I put on a pair of silver ankle boots with a short three inch heel but with a very hard and pointy toe!!

Jake must of been really horny because he was even hanging around in the shop so CC talked him into a shampoo and a haircut which made my job even easier!!!

CC positioned Jake into the shampoo chair at the low sink and started to wash his hair. She deliberately let some shampoo into his eyes and when he complained she wiped his eyes with a towel and when the towel was around his neck she sat on the floor and about strangled him while she pulled him tighter into the chair. And BINGO he was lifting his butt up while fighting the choking and I stepped into it and blasted him with all I had with the top of my boot toe right into his balls!!! He grunted loud but CC kept pulling tighter and even I couldn't tell you how many times I kept kicking his crotch, each time harder and harder after thinking about what this jerk did to this sweet little girl!!!

He finally stopped moving off of the shampoo chair and I thought CC HAD CHOKED HIM TO DEATH BUT HE WAS STILL BREATHING AND I WOUND UP AND LET HIM HAVE ONE MORE POINTY TOE PERFECTLY LANDED IN HIS NUTS AND HE JUST SLUMPED OUT OF THE CHAIR WHEN CC LET HIM LOOSE. I don't think he was totally unconscious but when I stomped on his balls with all my weight all he was muttering was, “I am sorry CC…”

I guess we will see??? I hope so for his sake because I still have my thigh high stilettos if he really wasn't!!!!

The Bouncer

by MsBoots69

I was broke and running out of gas and had no place to go as I pulled into this small Texas town and parked my car and looked for a place to get a cup of coffee. I took the last 20 bucks out of the ATM and found a little cafe and went in to rest awhile.

I was reading the local paper and when I got to the classifieds I saw an ad that called for a bouncer for a local night spot. The ad said a position was available for a man who could handle any situation and had brass balls for the occasionally unwanted situation which meant it was probably a dive and I would earn every penny, but I needed the money and the ad said it paid 200 bucks cash nightly!!!!!!!! I served six years in the army and knew I could take care of myself so off I went to clean up and go for this job.

I got to "The Hot Spot" and asked for the manager and after a lengthy talk, got the job. I started at 7 pm and was supposed to work until 3 am and then I would get paid.

The place was dead quiet??? The couples were just sitting around talking, slow dancing and the place was deader than a nursing home?? Around 1130 pm all the guys were slowly leaving and nothing but girls were arriving... and I mean knockouts, all dressed with bells on, each trying to out dress the other. By 1 am there were no men at all but about 200 of the hottest woman I have ever seen.

Then BB showed up!!!!!!!!!!! The owner of the club. After saying her hellos she finally walked up to me and introduced herself. She was a babe. She towered above me with those 6 inch heeled platform boots that went all the way up to just below her crotch and was wearing a leather bikini bottom with a matching leather vest and gloves!!! I am 6'2" and I was looking into her chin because of those boots!!

She handed me a drink and grabbed one herself and toasted to me, “Welcome to my club,” and we both downed the drinks and as she walked away her ass was driving my sexual drive to the limits, By the time I turned around to check on the dance floor... the room started spinning faster and faster... the girls were all becoming blurry... my eyes were slowly shutting closed... and my legs turned to Jell-O... damn, the drink... the bitch!!!!!!!!!

When I woke up I was feeling really queasy and was not sure where I was but I straightened out quickly when I realized I was tied up spread eagle to this machine that would turn me any which way possible!!!!

Then I saw BB!!! She was laying on a throne-like Cleopatra type couch with all these girls rubbing her boots and arms and shoulders as she was sipping on a drink and said, "Welcome back" and told one of the girls to welcome me back properly and the girl got up on her red pumps and brushed off her red spandex dress and slowly walked up to me and put her arms on my shoulders and kneed me as hard as she could right in my balls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All I could do was cough and choke back the pain because this damn machine would not let me move at all!!!!!!

All I heard was giggling from all of these girls and BB asked, “Who is next??”

Well the next girl was wearing cowboy boots with a big cowboy hat with skintight jeans and a skin tight white tank top walked up and kicked the toe of her boots into both balls at once, I thought I was going to pass out! But all I saw next was a white platform sandal with a seven inch heel and a three inch toe slamming into my nuts!!!!!!!! It would have hurt less with a 2x4, but I still was awake!!

The next girl turned the machine so I was upside down with my legs spread and balled up both fist and raised them over her head and down they came catching only my right ball but it felt on fire!!!!

Next two blondes walked up and they turned me right side up again and one stood in front of me wearing a loose pink dress with low pink heeled shoes but she had to be 6'4" tall and her girlfriend walked behind me and was much shorter but had on blue ankle boots with a rounded toe and was wearing a blue lacy skirt and dress combo. Well, the Amazon stepped back with her right leg and rammed her knee into my burning balls and before I felt the full effect the other blonde kicked me from behind in those blue boots and all I could do was glance down and see the top of her booted foot crash into both balls and the rounded toe catch my dick at the same time!!!!!!!

After three rounds of this they laughed their ass off and walked off watching me finally vomit but I was still awake!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They were applauded for their efforts but BB just sat there smiling and enjoying the show!!

The next girl turned me on my side with the machine and did three super-hard roundhouse kicks with the back of her black pump and spiked heels hitting me square on my dick and balls, she had on a short loose black skirt and when she kicked it flew back showing that was all she had on!! Normally that would make me explode in my pants but under the circumstances all I could do now was pray the indescribable pain I had in my crotch would let off!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally BB must have seen enough because she rose from the couch and slowly walked around me strapped to that machine and when she got back in front of me she stopped and put her hands on her hips and ripped off the fastest, hardest snap kick that felt the full force of her platformed pointy toed boot!!!!!

I really was fading out now but I was out of vomit and the pain now spread into my entire stomach and I was almost to the point of begging for someone to castrate me to stop this fire in my balls!!!!

BB nodded to a girl and she walked up and stuck a smelling salt under my nose and I jerked awake!!! She then lowered the machine so I was flat on the floor and walked up and just put her tall spiked heel against my balls and I screamed even louder!!!!!!!!!

She then started to twist and grind that spike into my crotch causing me to pass out only to be awakened by the salts again... then she stomped her boot into my balls over and over, not caring if her heel or bottom of her boots were crushing my balls just as long as something was....She then raised me up on the machine and put a envelope in my pocket and thanked me for being a really good bouncer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She then rammed her knee into my nutsack over and over until I finally passed out from the burning pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up in Arkansas in the backseat of my car with an envelope stuffed into the zipper of my jeans. Inside it was $200 cash and a picture of those thigh high boots with a red lipsticked kiss on the bottom of the photo and a note on the back to remember the Hot Spot!!!!!!!!!!!

AS I LIVED IT....

By mrballs

Last night I was driving off in my car looking for a good blowjob at a moderate price. There were a lot of hot looking girls I've never seen before. My eyes ran over beautiful legs, my thoughts were about what those legs are capable to do in a self defense scenario... if pointed straight hard into the balls. I was continuously repeating in my mind this cool English expression - "Crush the attacker’s balls! Crush! Crush!” In Italian it doesn't sound as good!

I saw a beautiful blonde girl, but dressed in a normal way, jeans and black leather jacket. I stopped my car and asked for the price, while my eyes were staring at her body...I noted that she had good legs and well shaped flanks, was about 170 cm tall and 60/62 kg of weight, so she wasn't very slim but had a hard body. I noted a vague resemblance with Kim Basinger and she had what I was looking for: a great mouth, beautiful lips. Anyway I turned my car and took another turn around.

After a minute or two I returned and asked, "Where?"

She replied, "In the car!"

MrBalls: "Come on!" She entered my car.

MrBalls: "What is your name?"

She: "Angela." I drove to a nearby deserted parking lot while I was thinking of the pleasure she was to give me!

MrBalls: "Where are you from?"

Angela: "Bulgaria." I stopped the car.

MrBalls: "How old are you?"

Angela: "What do you think about it?"

MrBalls: "Twenty!" (lie!)

Angela: "ahahhaha...I am 24! And you?"

MrBalls: "I am 29!"

Angela: "No, it is not possible you look younger...a teenager! Turn the light on!" She observed my face, with an incredulous expression on her face.

MrBalls: "Thank you!"

I paid her; touched her big (!) hard tits and then I put my pants down and exposed my small cock and my vulnerable balls to her, while she put the condom on it. She was clever and after a moment I was enjoying her mouth on my cock. Angela then said something about her ability to do a man, to make a cock hard and to finish it into her vagina.

Okay, my hands were on her hot legs and ass while my cock was only at its 70% of erection, when I decided to ask her the QUESTION.....my obsessive QUESTION...

MrBalls: "Go only with the hand...can I ask a question to you?"

Angela: "Ok...Do you want to touch my naked tits?" (She had her dress on)

MrBalls: "No, no...I want only to talk about it...have you ever kicked a man in the balls?"

Angela: "No." (Damn, I knew it!!)

MrBalls: "I mean have you ever kicked a man in the balls for self defense?"

Angela: "Yes! Some time ago!" She continued to massage my cock...

MrBalls: "What? Tell me about it! I like it!" (frozen)

Angela: "I am good until a certain point! This guy, there were two guys, was about to stole my bag...I wasn't working yet and I keep the money into the car, so I kicked him in the balls with my boots, now he is probably in HOSPITAL carried by his friend!"

My cock soon reached the maximum of is dilatation, still in her right hand! She showed me her right boot: Black, 9 cm heel, with a large heel and flat point. I couldn't resist this female any more. I was immediately about to cum. I felt the sperm was reaching my glans, just before the explosion.

MrBalls: "I am coming! Put it in your mouth!” She did it and I came with long wet pulsations in her sweet mouth!!!!

I soon felt empty with my soul overpowered by her femininity. How is it possible? How can it be that a weak woman can really "CRUSH" the testicles of a stupid male? How can those beautiful eyes aim at his crotch, without fear, simply "go for the nuts" and completely humiliate a much stronger male?

She had completely disabled him using her lovely feet, knowing that her "1/2 kg boot", she said to me, was more than sufficient to DESTROY a male. She knew it; she wanted it.

And, after an hour or two, she completely disabled my balls giving me the maximum of pleasure, with extremely sweetness!

The contrast is too strong for me. I've always the same reaction when a girl tells a similar story to me.

After a moment she was about to leave and I asked for some details and she insisted on the hospitalization. I'll surely return to her to know how was the attacker like, if he was bigger, etc.

She left my car and went to her post by feet. I put my pants on and passed along watching her great looking ass.

If it is all fictitious? Is it possible she invented this story for me? I don't think so because she had no time to construct the situation, she gave me the details with a calm speaking. I am sure this story is true! (I've collected a least a dozen similar stories from whores...) But when I'll return to her, searching for more details, I could verify it with well done questions.

I turned home, washed my groin, entered the bed and masturbated again! I felt asleep very late last night...

Castration Fun

By Monique_vB

Hi my friends!

In reaction to my former contributions to this forum, I've received several nice reactions. One of the reactions I received came from an Aussie medical doctor. He wrote a very nice fantasy for me, which really turned me on! In his fantasy, he described how I was torturing him so terribly in the eggs, that he BEGGED me to castrate him! Since he is the author of this fantasy, I don't want to publish it here at this forum without his permission. But I have written another fantasy in return for him, and that one I can of course publish here for you! In the fantasy below, I'm describing the castration procedure.

Have fun! And of course... watch your balls! *smile*

Monique.

Dear James,

Your fantasy was incredibly hot! I liked it a lot! I have read it over and over again, and I will be honest enough to you, to admit that I have had serious difficulties to keep away my fingers from my pussy, while reading. In fact… well… I guess you know what I mean??? These confessions aren’t much ladylike, and therefore, I’ll leave what happened to your fantasy, and I’m sure you will manage to come very close to reality! As a medical doctor you are supposed to be able to come up with a correct diagnoses almost always, and I do have complete confidence in your ability to do so, not only in medical matters, but in lots of other matters as well… *smile*

In your fantasy, you begged your tormenting girls to CASTRATE you!!! What a bizarre wish!!! Did we hurt you SO very much??? *smile* Be honest, James, wouldn’t this be a terrible mistake… to castrate our Aussie friend???? I mean… of course it would be quite an arousing experience to learn to perform this little medical operation conform the rules of the art. (Dutch expression translated directly in English: to do something conform the rules of the art means: to do it in the right way. Do you have a similar expression in English?) But… granting your request would make you unsuitable for further ball torture. That would be a most undesirable side effect of fulfilling your longing and it would be a terrible loss!

Well, I’m no doctor, but of course I do have some idea about how to perform a castration. The patient should be tied up properly first. Naked, with his legs spread out widely. His ballbag should be in perfect reach of my cruel fingers. I would require a little razor sharp knife. I suppose a Stanley knife would do?? I would also need some decontamination fluid, in order to disinfect the knife, before using it… I would need a piece of disinfecting soap and some fresh water, in order to be able to wash and clean my hands. I would of course not want to cause a post-operative infection to my patient… I’m a perfectionist, you know! I would try to do things as precise and as safe as possible! I would also need a needle and some ligature thread, to close the incision in the sack, after the removal of the eggs. I think I would also need something to make any bleeding stop??? Maybe a little and fine pointed electric soldering iron would do???

Let’s suppose YOU were the patient! *smile* Would you like that? I think you would? Although… now that the dramatic and very painful effects of my friends and my ballgames have disappeared, I would not at all be surprised if you would have second thoughts on this castration request of yours? I think you would not persist in your request anymore, now that your Aussie ovals have had the time to recover from all the mean and wicked things we made them go through?

Let’s assume that you still do persist in your remarkable request? Let’s assume that you still want me to take away your very manhood from you! Let’s assume that you consider this as your last very intense sexual and erotic experience in life while being a man: your Belgian friend Monique, robbing you from your Aussie eggs… castrating you as a veterinary surgeon would castrate a male pig… Sounds great to me!

I think I will grant your request to perform this little erotic operation for you! And to tell you the truth: I’m quite excited that I of all people will be the one, having the privilege to do so! Even thinking of what will happen, is enough to make me leak some pee! I know this is not at all a civilized expression to use for a lady… but just the thought that I’m about to castrate a man, makes me so very exited and aroused, that I can’t keep myself properly dry. Just thinking of this unique and once only chance to take away a mans eggs is enough to make me stain my skirt… I’m pretty much sure that the actual performance of the operation will make me even juicier, and that I might indeed lose some pee then, while making the sharp and cold steel of the Stanley knife sink away in your scrotal skin. As a medical doctor you probably know that we girls sometimes do have those little problems keeping our panties dry… I’m sure you will have some understanding for this little inconvenience, if it might occur? I know that you are gentlemen enough not to blame me for that, especially given the remarkable and special circumstances we will be in? *smile*

Suppose that you are tied up properly, on a metal frame that’s especially designed and constructed for this remarkable occasion. You are naked. Your flabby loose sack, still containing your full sized heavy Aussie balls, is unaware of what is going to happen. But you… you are obviously very afraid! You can’t move, because you are tied up. You are handed down to me completely. I can do with you whatever I like to do, and you can’t do anything about that. You realize that you are spending your last hour as a man. The moment I will have finished my special job… you will be an eunuch… you are going to lose your eggs in only a short time!

You must be feeling like an American criminal at death row, immediately facing his last dramatic trip that will end in the execution chamber, desperately watching the clock ticking the seconds away, waiting for the guards to open his cell for the last time, while saying “It’s time”. Can you imagine how such a criminal is feeling at the moment he is visually confronted with the electric chair, as soon as the door of the execution chamber is opened for him? Can you sense his fear… his going crazy, because there is nothing he can do to change the situation? Can you imagine his wondering how it will be… the moment that those 2400 volts will hit his body with the speed of the light and will destroy his brains and his internal organs in their annihilating one minute lasting journey through his body? Can you imagine how he is fantasizing about how those 2400 volts are going to make his blood boil in his veins? Can you feel his paralyzing fear, the moment he is wired for the execution and while he is robbed from daylight by a black leather cap? Can you sense how he is going crazy in his despair, during those torturing seconds everyone is waiting for the warden’s nod? Can you see how his sweat of terror is moistening his prison t-shirt? Can you see how he is breathing very fast?

A similar strong fear is capturing your mind, while watching me preparing the operation. You see me lie out and expose my horrible instruments on a little table. The razor sharp Stanley knife. The soldering iron. The bottle containing decontamination fluid. The needle and the ligature thread. A little cardboard box with an unknown content. A tin opener equipped with grips covered by white plastic. An empty marmalade glass. You know that there is nothing you can do to prevent me from cutting out the balls out of your sack anymore. You are sweating like a marathon runner. You are looking at the little table… and… you seem to miss something… You miss something indeed! You miss an injection device and a bottle of Novocain or another anesthetic fluid. You realize now, that you will have to go through the procedure without anaesthetization! You start to beg me to untie you and to stop the planned castration. But you know me better than that… I’m always loyal to my promises! I hate to disappoint people who I made a promise to! Promises are sacred to me! You know that it’s no game anymore. You realize that it’s very serious now! You start to cry like a little baby.

Of course I won’t neuter you before I have given you the chance to squirt out your load for the very last time. Before I will make an end to you being a man, I want to give you the orgasm of your life. I want to make your body get drowned in this overwhelming and dominating feeling of sexual pleasure for the very last time. I want to empty your prostate to the last drop. I want to make your cock sing its slimy song of love one more time, before I’m going to disable your reproductive system for ever.

I take off my miniskirt. I take of my t-shirt. I’m naked now. You are typical male! Despite the remarkable and helpless situation you got yourself in, you are staring at my naked body, like a hungry lion is staring at its prey after a long period of having had no food at all. Your fear has prevented your cock to rise, but I’m about to change that! I’m walking in your direction. I see your big loose sack hanging unprotected between your legs. Your cock is dull, and it’s covering up your sack partly. I lay my right hand upon your genitals. They are soft and warm. The gentle stimulation of this touching your sensitive parts brings life in your Aussie tail at once. I can feel how your eggs are moving in their sack. I can feel how your cock is stiffening. I take your cock in my right hand, and I start to stroke it. I do it slowly and gently. In only an instant it gets hard as a rock. I bring the fingers of my left hand together, and I put them behind your dangling sack. Then I’m bending down my fingers in the direction of the palm of my left hand. I can feel your lovely balls resting on the palm of my hand. I’m gently playing with them, while I’m jerking you off rhythmically with my other hand.

Few things can get me more aroused than having a pair of those wonderful male balls in my hands! Few things can get me more aroused than playing with those male jewels, and causing some male agony to their owner. But… this playing with you… this bringing you to your last orgasm… well… it’s making me horny as I have never been before. It’s of course so very special, because I know that I’m going to castrate you afterwards. That’s what’s making me so very much aroused now! I hear you moaning softly. Your shaft is pointing upwards like a sky scraper. I’m standing up and I squat down right above you. I move downwards until my wet cunt is very close to your cock. I take your cock in my right hand, and I move it until its right under my cunt. I move myself downwards some more. I can feel how the hot purple top of your cock is touching my lips now. I'm moving downwards some more. My weight, combined with the stiffness of your dick, forces my moist lips to open up and your dick is entering my love tunnel now with great avidity. The twinkling and the pleasure you are sensing in your cock now, are so intense that you forget about what is going to happen in only a few minutes. I move downwards further slowly, until my ass touches your thighs. Your cock is in me until its very base now. I’m slowly moving upwards again. My lips are enclosing your cock in a tender and erotic grip, and you feel it as if it’s being sucked by an angel’s mouth. You are a lucky boy that I’m in a perfect physical condition. I’m a regular runner. My legs and my thighs are pretty strong. Each time I’m going up and down, my moist pussy takes your foreskin with it. I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you tenderly… I’m milking you! I’m milking your last load out of your system. I want to get it to the very last drop! Your eyes are closed. You are aroused like you were never before. You make moaning sounds. I feel that you are close to an orgasm. I stop my fucking movements and I wait a few moments, in order to stop a premature orgasm.

A short time later I restart. I’m doing it gently and very slowly. I’m moving my lower body a bit around, while going up and going down. I bet you have never had a fuck like this one! Oh… there is your orgasm approaching again… I take a short break… And again… I start to perform my milking movements for you… It’s making you crazy. You want to squirt your load in me right away… but I don’t allow you to do so… I don’t want you to squirt your last sperm in my pussy. I want to have it in my mouth, in my face. I get off of you. I’m squatting next to you, and I take your almost exploding dick in my mouth. I start to suck you. I love to suck a man. It’s one of the most erotic and hot things to do! While closing my lips around your cock, I take your big balls in my left hand, and I give them a gentle massage. I lick your little pee hole with my tongue. Then I’m closing my lips around your cock again. Little spasms in your body tell me that you are close to an orgasm again. I take a little pause, in which I continue to play with your heavy balls. I’m pushing them upwards in their sack with my fingertips, and I let them fall down again. With my other hand, I fondle the inner side of your thighs… I’m taking your cock in my mouth again, in order to bring you to the grand finale. I concentrate my mouth stimulation on the top of your cock, while I’m supporting these movements with my right hand. The same time I squeeze your right ball softly. Hard enough to make you feel its sensitivity, but not hard enough to cause real pain. You start shaking your body, as far as your position is allowing you to. You start moaning and gasping for breath…. I increase the speed of my moving upwards and downwards my mouth that’s around the top of your cock… I sense pre-orgasm spasms…. I go on sucking… I go on squeezing your right ball….You are gasping louder and quicker…. There it is… your last load… you are pumping it out of your system while you are shocking… Your cock is jumping in my mouth like a kangaroo. Your load is thick, and you are delivering a huge amount of it. Because I can’t swallow it that quickly, it’s slowly dripping out of my mouth and falling on the floor…

As soon as you recover from your majestic orgasm, you realize again what we are together for. I see how you are looking afraid at the tools I’ve exposed on the little table. “It’s time, James”, I say to you. “Enjoy your last minutes of being a man. Soon you will have lost your eggs.”

I have decided to perform the castration naked. I pull the little table as close to you as possible, so that my tools are within my range. I connect the soldering iron to the electrical socket. I wash my hands with disinfecting soap and warm water.

You are watching my preparations in fear. “Don’t do it, Monique… please… don’t do it. I wasn’t serious when asking you.”

I’m listening to your words, but I’m determined that I will castrate you, no matter what you say. It’s too much fun to do so. I won’t let it go! I just have to do it! Surely you can understand that? We agreed that I would castrate you, and there is nothing that can prevent me from doing so anymore. I take the Stanley knife and I open the bottle filled with decontamination fluid. The sharp and cold steel of the knife is glistening in the electric light. I’m pouring some of the fluid upon the top of the knife. The big moment is there! I’m going to do it now!

You are sweating out of fear. Your forehead is white. The drops of your sweat are falling on the floor. I bet your heart is beating twice as fast as it should!

I take the upper side of your loose sack in my left hand, and I force your eggs to go to the bottom of the sack. In order to make a proper incision in the sack, I have to stretch the scrotal skin. This forcing the balls to go to the bottom of the sack seems to be a good method. I take a closer look to the scrotal skin, and I notice some thin veins. I have to avoid cutting through those veins, because I don’t want the castration to turn out to be a bloody event. I decide to make an incision in the bottom of your sack of about 1.5 centimeter. I’m putting the sharp point of the Stanley knife right between your two pressed down balls. As soon as I’m adding some pressure on the knife, it sinks away in your sack and it starts eating its way through the skin very smoothly. I’m surprised how easy it is to cut your sack open! The knife is of course incredibly sharp. I’ve taken a fresh one for this job, as you probably can imagine!

You are crying now. You know that I’m not joking. You realize that I’m very serious and that it’s really going to happen. I will neuter you! I will castrate you! I will take away your eggs of you! I will cut them out of your sack!

In order to avoid cutting through a vein, I make a little curve while pulling the smoothly gliding knife backwards. I’m doing well! There is almost no loss of blood, just a little drop. There is no need to use the soldering iron so far. I have made the necessary opening of about 1.5 centimeters in the bottom of your sack. You are still crying and begging me to stop the procedure. But I have made my decision. You asked for a castration, and a castration is what you are going to get! I’m very curious to see how bare testicles are looking like! So far, I have only seen male eggs when they were safely hidden in a ballbag. But in only a few seconds, I will see real naked balls! The thought of that is making me drip between my legs. I lay down the Stanley knife on the table. I push your left ball upwards in the sack, because I want to remove the right one first. As soon as the left one is out of the way, I start to maneuver the left one in the direction of the opening in the ballbag that I just created. It’s not too easy, because it’s a fact that male eggs are pretty slippery, when the bag is loose. The little bastard even manages to escape several times! But I can be pretty persistent sometimes, especially while maneuvering a male ball in a direction I want it to move in… At a certain moment, the ball gives up it’s resistance against my pushing fingers, and only seconds later it is curiously sticking out it’s pale head out of the opening in the sack.

“Hi little baby, welcome in the real world! I’m Monique, your tormenting fairy!” You are still crying out of fear. I have no clue whether the operation is painful or not. I suppose it’s just the fear that’s making you cry? Maybe the notice that you won’t be a man anymore in a few minutes? I’m pushing the ball some more in the direction of the opening in the sack, and all of a sudden, it slips out of the sack completely. It’s only connected to your body by its cords now. Your ball is indeed like a little baby. Its cords are like an umbilical cord, connected to a baby in a mother’s uterus. Right at this very moment, I’m holding a completely naked male ball in my fingers. It indeed resembles an egg! I’m about to disconnect it from the male body by cutting through the cords, but I’m so horny and so aroused, that I want to play a little game first!

As much as I wanted you to have your last majestic orgasm, I want you to feel some nice male agony before I cut away your right ball! You are looking me in the eyes, in complete terror! You seem to know what I’m about to do! You know me better than I thought you did! I’m pulling out the ball of the sack very carefully, in order not to break down the cords. But the cords seem to be longer than I thought. I’m holding your naked right ball between the thumb and two fingers of my right hand. I start squeezing. First softly… but steadily harder and harder… I can see how your ball is actually flattening and distorting under the power of my pressing fingers.

You are trying to stretch out your body in order to try to make the ball pain more bearable. You seem to suffer from severe spasms in your belly. You are screaming out loudly now. Just like a pig would do, on the moment of its dramatic meeting with the veterinal surgeon! This is so funny! *smile*

I’m squeezing the hell out of a completely naked and unprotected testicle that I have taken out of its sack! I’m moving my body closer to your sack. I’m opening my pussy lips with my left hand, and I start stimulating my wet clit with your ball, while I’m still squeezing it between my fingers. This is great! I’m masturbating, and I’m using a naked male egg, taken out of its sack as a tool! I’m so aroused that I’m orgasming after only a very short time. Your egg is very slippery now. It’s covered with my female juice. I want to have another orgasm. I continue stimulating my clit with your ball, which I’m squeezing very hard the same time.

You aren’t aware of the fun I’m having. You are going crazy because of the ball pain I’m causing to you. You are sweating like a farmer collecting his crop in the hot and burning summer sun.

After my second orgasm I decide to play another game. I take the tin opener from the table. I’m holding your right ball in my left hand now, and I’m having the tin opener in my right hand. I’m going to use the back side of this tin opener as a ball vice. I’m opening the white handles of the opener far enough to make it possible to hold the ball in it. I’m putting the ball between the opened white handles. As soon as I captured it between the handles, I’m closing the handles, and I start pressing them together. Thanks to the leverage effect I can compress the ball far more than I could do with my fingers. This is a moment that I’m thinking back of what Le Chiffre told Bond about how easy it is to cause the worst pain possible to a man, and that every simple object is in fact suitable to do so. With this simple tin opener I could squeeze your ball until it’s flat like a coin, and this would not require a lot of power. I don’t want to destroy your ball however, because I like to keep it in one piece, and I’m no expert in the matter of what a ball can have before braking down. Therefore it seems wise to be careful. That’s why I don’t take the risk to compress your egg until the middle of it is indeed flat like a coin. But I’m compressing it a lot. I’m surprised to notice how little force is required to do so!

Your boy pain has turned to be unbearable. I’m sure you think that you are in hell, rather than on earth. You are screaming so loudly, that I’m afraid you will damage your voice. Your screaming sounds to me like a heavenly symphony and it’s making me even more horny than I already am. You are desperately trying to escape from the metal frame you are on, but I tied you up very well. You can’t move.

“James, do you still realize that the earth is a globe, and that it’s turning around? Do you still know that 1+1=2? I bet you don’t? I bet you are only aware of one thing right now? I bet your very world, your very being alive is nothing but this horrible male agony?” You don’t answer me. I don’t think that I have ever caused this level of ball pain to any man before.

“It’s time to liberate you of this little devil now James. After all… it’s only bringing you this intense pain, isn’t it?” I loosen my grip on the tin opener. I lay the tin opener on the table, and I take the Stanley knife again in my right hand, while still holding your tormented right egg in my left hand. I’m holding the top of the knife very close to the cords of your ball now. Because I’m no longer squeezing the ball, you are able to “relax” a bit, as far as the circumstances are allowing you to do. I’m looking into your eyes. I see an incredible fear in them. I see how your lips are pronouncing the word “no”, in a last attempt to try to prevent me from actually doing what I promised you. I’m pulling out the ball out of the sack as far as possible now, because I need to get the cords stretched. As soon as I managed to get the cords stretched, I’m putting the knife on it very close to the end of the ball, and only a little pressure appears to be enough to separate you from what has been your right oval! You have been accompanying this sacred moment of the separation with a very loud Aussie yell. I’m putting down the knife on the table.

I’m holding your former right egg in my left hand, like a hunting trophy. I’m showing it to you, with a wicked smile on my face. “Have a look, James… this is the little bastard that has given you so much agony only seconds ago. Now tell me… aren’t you happy that I removed it for you?” You are shocked completely. You are only crying like a little baby, and you aren’t able to say anything. I put your egg at the table too. I take the empty marmalade glass, I open it, and then I put your egg in it.

“Let’s take out the other one now”. You are shaking “no” with your head, and you are still crying. But I’m determined to finish the job. I want to complete this arousing castration as planned. The cord of your right one is still hanging out of the sack. I’m taking your sack in my right hand. It’s a funny feeling, a male ball bag containing only one ball! It’s as if the bag is far too large for it’s now modest content. I use my left hand to search for your left ball, and as soon as I have found it, I move it in the direction of the opening in the sack. Just like your right one did, it’s trying to escape all the time. It’s very slippery, and it’s indeed difficult to catch now that there is obviously more space in the sack. I assume that I would be able to do this faster if I would have had the opportunity to perform a similar job more often. My skills would certainly improve the more I could practice. At last, my searching and pushing fingers manage to maneuver your left one to the opening in your sack. Like the first one, it’s only sticking out its head at first. But my insisting fingers make it slip out of the opening pretty soon. This one is obviously a bit smaller than the first one! But it’s still pretty large, like a real large bird’s egg. I pull out your left ball as far as possible, without risking tearing it loose from the cords.

“James, this is your last chance to feel male agony. You are now only seconds away from not being a man anymore. I like to make you remember well how it’s like, this mysterious male agony, and this time I’m going to do it with my mouth.” Your face is showing an expression of total terror and complete fear. I’m squatting down close in front of you. I apologize for not having my legs properly closed. I know that you can peek right in my naked wet cunt now, but I also realize that you have other things on your mind! I take your left ball in my mouth now. I have always been curious how a testicle tastes! It’s really a wonderful feeling to have your last connection to manhood in my mouth. I’m making it roll around in my mouth, and I’m moving it around by using my tongue. I take care not to bite on the cords. I’m pushing your ball against the upper side of my mouth now, and I start using my tongue to put some pressure on it. It’s amazing to see how this little pressure is enough to cause ball pain to you! I mean… I can’t possibly push very hard with my tongue, and the upper side of my mouth is not very hard, so it must absorb the power at least for the smaller part? I can’t say that a testicle is tasting “haute cuisine” like! At least unboiled and unprepared it isn’t! *smile* I let my tongue go, and I move your left ball between my teeth. I start biting on it. First very softly, but steadily harder and harder. I see how this is causing an intense pain to you.

You are trying to move like a curling worm, but the fact that you are tied up properly is preventing from doing so. You are singing your nice song of ball pain again for me, and you do it in a convincing way!

I see terror in your eyes again. Biting on a male ball is indeed an efficient way to cause pain to its owner! As soon as I bite a bit harder, you faint. I take your left one out of my mouth, and I decide to complete the castration right now, without waiting for your waking up again. I take the Stanley knife again, and I simply cut the ball loose from the cords, like I did with the right one. I put the left egg in the marmalade glass, where it’s joyfully re-united with its brother.

As soon as you wake up, I’m asking you, “Tell me James… how does it feel not to be a man anymore? Isn’t that a relief? Isn’t it nice to know that we females can’t do you in the nuts anymore? Isn’t it nice to know that in only a short time… when your last molecules of testosterone will be used… we can’t even make you horny again by showing you our female assets?”

You must be still in severe pain, because you don’t answer me. You are just softly crying and you have an expression of terror on your face. Your sack is looking rather strange now. It’s nothing more but a piece of wrinkled skin, and the two sets of cords are hanging out of it. Your sack resembles the chin of an old woman, and the comb of a turkey. It’s really a very funny thing to look at!

“James, I have a surprise for you”, I say to you. “I’m a decent woman, and I don’t like you to leave this room with this funny empty sack. I am going to give you a nice pair of artificial eggs, and I will attach them to your body very thoroughly, with German “gründlichkeit” *smile* Yes, James, I will equip you with two wonderful prostheses, so that you will be able to leave this room as if nothing has happened”.

While talking to you, I’m opening the little cardboard box, and I’m taking out two artificial testicles out of this box. “Have a look James. Aren’t these two little babies cute? They are made of a special sort of plastic. The plastic is not very hard. It’s possible to squeeze it, and to flatten it, just like a real egg can be flattened. It’s also able to adapt immediately to different temperatures. And… have a look… the right testicle is a bit larger than the left one! I have thought of everything, as you can see! Even the weight of the prostheses is conforming the weight of average male balls.” I’m taking the left artificial egg in my right hand. There is a small cord attached to it. I connect the artificial cord with the cords of the original left testicle with a double knot. I search the opening in this pitiful piece of wrinkled skin that has been left after your castration. I’m pushing the artificial testicle through the opening right in your sack. You are still in so much pain, that you don’t really seem to realize what is happening.

I take the right artificial egg out of the cardboard box. “This one is a bit larger and heavier, so that it will hang down a bit lower in your sack, just like the original right one did,” I say to you. I attach the right prostheses to the cords of the original right ball with a double knot, and I push it in the sack through the opening I made. The effect is amazing!!! Your ballbag is looking as if your own balls are still in it! The artificial balls are hanging down in a completely natural way! Because the incision is made in the bottom of your sack, it’s out of view as the sack hangs down. You really do have a gorgeous ballbag again! It looks very erotic, very cute, very hot indeed! Only you and I know that it’s fake! Funny huh? *smile*

I start playing with your sack. I make it swing from the left to the right and vice versa. It’s really great! There is not a single difference visible! I’m taking the needle and the ligature thread in my hands now. I put the beginning of the thread through the eye of the needle. I disinfect the needle with some decontamination fluid. I squat down in front of you. I take your ballbag in my left hand, and I turn in upside down. I’m forcing the artificial balls in the direction of the bottom of the sack, so that the skin is getting stretched again. With my right hand, I start sewing, to close the incision. I’m pretty much trained in needle pointing, because I loved to do that as a child. I’m sure you won’t need plastic surgery afterwards, to hide the scar. I think that the incision will cure completely and practically invisible.

As soon as I have finished closing the incision, I lay down the needle again, and I’m starting some experiments. First of all, I’m just taking your sack in my hands, and I start playing with the artificial eggs. I can’t feel any difference with the original eggs. The prosthesis has adapted your body temperature, and they react on my playing fingers as your original balls did before. I’m separating your left one, and I start squeezing it between the thumb and two fingers of my right hand. It’s perfect! If I didn’t know better, I would say that I was squeezing a real ball rather than a prosthesis!

“James, isn’t this comfortable? I can squeeze these artificial eggs, but you can’t feel any pain, can you?” You are still so much shocked by what happened, that you don’t answer my question. I kick you in the sack with my bare right foot. It’s amazing! There is absolutely no difference to notice between these artificial eggs, and the original ones! There is of course one thing… you don’t react on this kick in the way you would have reacted if you were still having your original eggs! *smile* But the feeling of your sack on my foot is completely normal! I can feel your eggs as before, and I can feel them go upwards and making contact with your pelvic bone! It’s really great! I think I did a great job! You are a man again… at least… you seem to be a man again! Of course… you and I know that you aren’t really a man anymore! You won’t be able to ejaculate again… you won’t be able to perform your duty as a man again… but at least… the suggestion is still real! You could even wear shorts, and expose your plastic eggs to the world by sitting down with your legs spread out… No woman on this earth, would ever think that she’s watching plastic eggs while voyeuring you by peeking in your shorts! Your sack seems to have become even more beautiful than it was before the operation, I would say!

I untie you from the metal frame. You are still in pain, and you are having difficulties to walk. You are standing in front of me. Still naked. Your sack is really beautiful! I knee you in your sack suddenly. I can feel the artificial eggs on my knee. The feeling is indeed quite natural. You don’t double! That’s of course a big difference compared to what a knee in your sack would have caused before the operation!

“Isn’t it great that I have made you immune for further genital torturing James?” I ask. “Well, of course you realize that there is still a cock that could be tormented, for example by applying electricity to the top of it! You still seem to be a man, but you aren’t anymore. You are an eunuch. I have sort of reconstructed you!

“I’ll take your original balls with me James”, I say to you. “I like to keep the memory of this remarkable meeting of ours alive! I’ll save your eggs in some conservative fluid and I’ll give them a nice place in my house! I’ll keep them in this marmalade glass, so that I can have a look at them any moment I like to have a look!”

One of the benefits of your little operation is that you will not ever be able to feel this wonderful male agony again. That’s what you think at least! But… as a medical doctor, you must have heard of these so called phantom pains that one can still sense in removed body parts, as if they weren’t removed at all! You must have heard of people suffering a severe pain in a leg that isn’t there anymore?? It happens when the weather is bad for example! Strange huh? Well, I think that you still will feel some real ball pain in the future! Can you imagine how you are laying in your bed, and how, all of a sudden you start feeling this intense boy pain in your body again? Can you imagine how you are walking on the streets, and how all of a sudden you need to bend down and to curl up nicely, as if someone kneed you square in the sack? What do you think James: will it only be a matter of those post operative phantom pains… will it be nothing more than that? Or… might it be me… playing with your original eggs one way or another… squeezing them again for you, beating them up with a rubber hammer, sticking needles in them??? Might it be me… your tormenting voodoo priest at the other end of the world, playing with your good old real balls? You will never know for sure… but… you will wonder about that, won’t you? *smile*

Monique