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NeedsBallsBusted -> RE: Ballbusting (10/11/2007 12:36:20 PM)
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This is how it all started for me. My obsession with BallBusting began a little over ten years ago....
when I was 29 and my girlfriend Lisa and I left Pennsylvania for the beach on a Saturday and had a nice relaxing trip down to Delaware. We stayed in a friend's condo only a block from the beach. The first night was just a casual night. We took a long walk on the boardwalk and ate all kinds of things that we shouldn't have such as funnel cake and taffy. It was very enjoyable. When we got back to the condo we started messing around and wound up making love for several hours. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and I seem to remember her whispering something like..."You're in trouble tomorrow..."
“Why was I in trouble?” I wondered.
I had a particularly long week and was really tired so I wound up sleeping in the next day. Lisa had already been up for a few hours when I rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. On my way in she stopped me, held out an empty baby food jar and said, "Don't bother coming out of the bathroom until there's a load of cum in this jar."
I looked at her oddly, took the jar and went into the bathroom. Once finished using the facilities I proceeded to stroke my cock. It didn't take me long to orgasm and I shot a huge wad of cum into the jar. I walked out of the bathroom; and proud of myself, handed her the jar. She took the lid, screwed it on, and put the jar in the refrigerator.
I asked her what the hell she wanted with a jar of cum and she answered, “It’s time we take our relationship to the next level.”
“What do you mean?” I asked a bit confused.
“Well the only things that seem to turn you on anymore are getting tied up and getting spanked. She said. “You keep begging me to be your “mistress”, so I’ve decided that I will be. I don’t think you’re going to like it though. In fact, after this week is over I’d be surprised if you’ll ever ask me again.”
I looked at her, instantly turned on at the prospect of being her slave.
Seeing how turned on I was by the idea she smiled and told me that she had bought some new clothes for me and that she had laid them out on the bed. I found this odd since I always do all my own shopping, but we were on vacation so I figured she wanted to surprise me with something. When I walked into the bedroom and saw the clothes on the bed, however, a sinking feeling settled into the pit of my stomach and I just stared dumbly at them.
"I'm not wearing that" I said as I looked at a classic schoolgirl outfit complete with a matching lacy bra and panty set as well as some white thigh highs.
Lisa came around in front of me and said, "Oh yes you are!" as she grabbed my shoulders and put her knee hard into my balls.
"You're going to do anything I fucking want!”
Barely able to stand I managed to choke out “What the fuck did you do that for! Goddammit!”
Another knee to my balls followed and I nearly fell over.
“I’m not fucking playing around John! Put on the fucking clothes!”
“But I don’t want to wear girl shit” I said in a barely audible whisper.
"That's the idea!" she said. "I'm going to make you do everything you said you would never do! Now put it all on, except the thigh-highs. I'm not ready for you to wear them yet."
I walked over to the bed but I guess I hesitated too long because she came up behind me and almost dropped me to my knees with a well-placed kick to my nuts. "Come on bitch!" she said, "Put your fucking clothes on. I want to watch you get dressed!"
Trying to catch my breath I stripped out of my boxers and grabbed the panties. I’d never been kicked or kneed in the balls before and I decided I didn’t like it. I felt like I needed to vomit.
Now I’m not into the whole cross-dressing thing and she knows how much I absolutely hate the idea, but as I slid the lacy panties on, I couldn’t help but get hard knowing that she was watching me. She noticed too and started in on me.
“It looks to me like you like the idea of wearing panties!" She said. “Are you a faggot John?"
Now she normally doesn’t use that word because many of our friends are gay and we have no tolerance for gay-bashing, but I guess she wanted to use it to degrade me and; well, it worked.
I blushed as I reached for the bra and she knew that she had succeeded with her choice of words. I was truly embarrassed.
I couldn’t get the bra clasped and the more I fumbled around with it the harder she laughed.
“Turn it around so that the clasp is in the front. Fasten it in the front and then turn it around and put your arms through."
With my newfound knowledge of how to put a bra on, it wasn’t long before I was successful. Standing before her in my bra and panty set, Lisa whistled at me and said “Here, I have something for you."
Reaching into a bag she pulled out a bunch of socks and told me to stuff my bra with them.
"You’ve got to be kidding!" I said.
Wham! She gave me another hard kick to my nuts and this time I went down hard.
“When are you going to get it? I own you this week fucker. You’re going to be my little whore. Now get up, stuff your fucking bra and put your skirt and blouse on. Now!"
I tried to stand. I really did, but I couldn’t get up.
“Goddamit!" she said as she grabbed my hair and forced me to my feet. “When did you become such a fucking pussy!"
With my knees wobbling I grabbed the skirt and put it on, nearly falling over while balancing on one foot to try and get my second leg in the damn thing. As soon as I had it on and zippered, I immediately went for the blouse. I didn’t want to give her another reason to kick me.
A short while later I had everything on but the thigh-highs. Surprisingly everything actually fit. I wonder how she figured out what size women’s clothing to buy?
Running her eyes down my body, Lisa said “Wow, you really look like a cheap whore and we don’t even have make-up or a wig on you yet!"
I shuddered at the thought of having to wear make-up. Just how far was she going to take this? I hated the idea of wearing women's clothing and I still do to this day.
“OK" She said. “I’m going to lay out the week for you. You are my bitch. You’re a worthless fucking cunt. You will do anything I ask you to do without question and you exist for my pleasure only. However, since I’m a generous person I’ve decided to use our vacation this week to teach you what it’s like to be a woman so that you can better understand the unique challenges women face. Your lessons will be diverse, but ultimately they will focus on your pussy. Now before you say something stupid like “I don’t have a pussy" and I have to beat you down again, I’m referring to your asshole."
As she said “asshole" I groaned inwardly and involuntarily clenched my ass. I could only imagine what she had in mind. One thing was for sure though; I knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant for me.
“Do you understand what I just said?" she asked with one eyebrow slightly raised.
I nodded my head and said “Yes.""
“Good!" She said with a smile. “Now sit down on the bed. I want to watch you try to paint your toenails!"
I guess I shouldn’t have rolled my eyes because the next thing I knew she had my belt in her hands. "Bend over now!" she commanded. "You’re going to learn to respect me this week if it kills you!"
Feeling kind of lucky that she hadn’t kicked me in the balls again I turned around and bent over the bed.
"Pull your panties down bitch and stick your ass out!" She said angrily.
I pulled my panties down around my knees and stuck my ass out as requested. A brief moment later a searing pain shot across my ass as the thick leather of my own belt bit into it. Stoically, I endured the blow and was rewarded with another one. “Damn that hurt!" I thought, but I kept my mouth shut.
“I’m not going to stop until I make you cry like a little girl!" she said as she wound up and gave me another hard one across the ass.
I was fine for maybe the first 10 lashes, but then my ass was on fire. To make matters worse; and I still I don’t know if this was intentional or not, every now and then the belt would snake across my lower back or across my bare balls hanging helplessly between my legs. When that happened I couldn’t help but cry out in pain. Of course that only enticed her to hit me again. I don’t know how many times she whipped my ass but I was to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I begged her to stop, but she wouldn’t have any of it.
“Not until you cry like a little girl." she said.
Blow after blow rained down on my ass but she wasn't getting her desired result. There was absolutely no way I was going to cry. Realizing this, she started purposely whipping my nuts instead. Screaming in pain I tried to get away but she stopped me with another hard kick to the balls. I dropped to my knees, my body bent over the bed while I tried to stand back up. Never had I been this helpless. I honestly couldn’t regain my footing. I never thought she’d take things this far. I’d never been in so much pain before and I couldn’t believe that she was being so harsh and cold. I think it was that thought that finally saved me; because it wasn’t long after thinking it that tears started welling up in my eyes and after a few more lashes I was visibly sobbing.
“There’s my girl!" she said softly, perhaps realizing for the first time just how far she had pushed things as she looked down at my purple welted ass and my swollen bruised balls, which I could see in the large mirrors that covered the entire wall of the bedroom.
She sat down next to me and held me for a moment and then when I stopped crying she told me to lay on my back. I did as she asked and she stripped out of her clothes. A moment later she planted her pussy hard on my face, grabbed my hair and said “Eat it bitch!"
With my face buried in her pussy I couldn’t respond verbally so I just threw myself into the task at hand. It was amazing how wet she was. Her pussy was soaked! Evidently giving me my whipping had worked her into a frenzy.
With no more time to think about it, I sucked her lips into my mouth and parted them with my tongue. I stuck my tongue deep into her hole and worked it around, licking at a feverish pace. She continued to juice in my mouth and I found myself having to swallow it just to keep up. I slowly worked my way up towards her clit, teasing her the entire time by gently flicking my tongue while I bit down softly on her labia. As I got closer to her clit she was moaning and gyrating on my face and I gave up all hope of continued teasing. Giving her what she wanted, I sucked her further into my mouth and started working her clit with my tongue. I put the tip of my tongue under her clit and pushed the flat part of my tongue onto it, cradling it between the sides of my tongue and sliding up and down on it. I was rewarded with another gush of juice and I grabbed her legs to control her gyrations while I started working her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth with my lips curled over my teeth so that I could bite down on it without hurting her and then I started sucking and licking it harder than ever. It wasn’t long before she came, her orgasm crashing over her wave after wave, covering me in her sticky wet juices. After she was finished cumming, she fell away exhausted.
After a few minutes, she sat up, smiled and asked me, “Are you ready to paint your toenails now bitch?"
With my bruised ass, balls, and cum-covered face as testaments to the fact that I was totally defeated and humiliated, I hung my head low and said “Yes, anything you want. I’m your bitch."
"Good!" She said. "Because in a little while I’m going to fuck your ass with a strap-on and then squirt your own cum up your hole with a turkey baster!"
I shuddered at the thought, but knew that I had no choice in the matter. It was going to be a very long week...
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