Jen's Studio
By ChiTownMikeyJ
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Mike walked up to the door with "Suite 2A" stenciled on it and knocked.
"Come in please!" he heard faintly. He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The room was long with a desk at the far end. In front of the desk were two padded chairs facing each other with a coffee table between them. A woman sat in the one on the right with her legs crossed looking up at him from a book. Bookshelves framed a painting on the right wall. A red door marked "Studio" was on the left a few steps away. A patterned rug and bench were near the entrance.
"Hello. You must be Mike," the woman said as she smiled. "I'm Jen. Welcome to my studio. Please leave anything you don't need on the bench and come have a seat." She gestured to the chair across from her.
"Uh... thank you, Jen," Mike responded. He dropped his coat and slipped off his shoes. Jen uncrossed her legs and set her book down as he approached, flashing dark red nail polish on her fingers. Mike eyed her as moved forward. She was wearing a black, loose fitting tank top and a long grey patterned skirt. Below her skirt a pair of tight black leggings came down to zippered black ankle boots. Looking up, he noticed her wavy brown hair and her exposed shoulders dotted with freckles. As Mike sat down across from her, Jen caught his gaze with her light brown eyes. He noticed more freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"I'm so glad you made it," Jen said. "It's hard to tell who will have the nerve to show up once I contact them. Did you find the place OK?"
"I did. No problems. And thank you so much for accepting my request. I've never really done anything like this, and was worried that you might not be interested."
"Well, it just so happens I had space available in my schedule and you were very thorough on your application. I always look for that when considering a new client. One thing I wanted to ask - you mentioned a bad breakup as the reason for requesting a session, which is interesting. Could you tell me about that?"
"Well, without getting too into it, this was not the first time I was told I was too controlling. I suppose it's a bad habit and I'm used to being in a leadership role at work. If I'm being honest with myself, I think she was right. I can be controlling. So, I want to work on that part of me I guess."
"Well, that is a good reason. I think a session here may be one way to approach this. What made you decide to contact me?"
"Well, after doing some exploring I think giving up control might actually be a kink of mine. I figured I could start here and see where it leads me?" Mike shrugged.
"I think that's a good first step. I'm glad you've decided to pay me a visit." Jen leaned back in her chair. "Your situation is actually not uncommon. People in power or that have a need to control tend to want balance. If they can't give up power in public or at work, the next best place is in the bedroom, or at least my studio. I think this is going to be a really interesting experience for you. And it seems like you're not shy about what I do and what I offer either."
Mike was starting to loosen up with the small talk. Jen seemed like a professional you'd meet in an office setting, not a dominatrix.
Jen continued, "Now, since this is your first session I would like to choose today's activity for you. You don't mind that, do you?
"Uh, not at all."
Jen's next comment reminded him quickly of where he was. "Good. You did not have many hard limits on your application, so I did have a lot of options to choose from." Jen paused. "I hope this doesn't surprise you too much - today's session will focus on ballbusting."
Mike tensed in his chair.
"It sounds a bit extreme, I know. But it's a great mix of the mental and physical aspects of female domination and you will be asked to give up complete control to me. That is what we really want to explore, right? Have you ever been ballbusted, and do you have any issues with today's activity?"
Mike hesitated. "Uh, definitely not, and I don't think so." He quickly added, "If that's what you recommend of course."
"Perfect," Jen said. "Now, I don't want to spend too much of your time out here. Let's talk some basics before we head into the studio. We've been pretty relaxed out here, but as soon we enter," she pointed to the red studio door, "there are a couple things you have to keep in mind. First, Obedience. You do not speak unless spoken to and if I ask you to do something, you do it without hesitation."
Mike swallowed.
"And second, Respect," Jen continued. "If I let you speak you will address me as 'Mistress.' And finally, if you are allowed to make a request you will of course use 'Please.' Understood?"
Mike quickly responded with "Yes Mistress. Understood."
Jen smiled again. "Good, and we haven't even entered the studio yet. Do you have any questions before we begin?"
"Um, I think just one. Just in case things get too intense, is there a safe word I can use?"
"Hmm. I haven't heard that question in a long, long time. Well, you can say 'RED'. If you can't speak tap your hand 3 times on the nearest object. If your hands are bound you can shake your head back and forth 3 times."
The thought of being bound made Mike's pulse quicken.
Jen paused before adding, "But please don't be too nervous about today's session." Her eyes dropped to Mike's crotch. "I will start slowly and make sure you can handle whatever ballbusting I decide to give you."
Mike's cock twitched at the thought of Jen deciding what to do to his balls.
"Now, if you don't have any other questions," Jen continued, "I'm going to head into the studio. Give me a minute, calm your nerves, and come in when you're ready. You weren't shy on your request form, so please don't be when you step through that door."
Mike sat for a few minutes collecting himself and then walked to the red door and stepped inside. The room was softly lit with painted white walls and a wood floor. Abstract art hung on all sides. The back of the room had a table with devices laid across it. A large frame was in front of the table with a padded chair at its center. Another small bench was just inside the door.
Mike looked to the right and saw Jen sitting in a tall chair, facing him, with her feet up on one of the braces. She had taken off her boots. Her dark red toenail polish glinted in the light. Jen twisted her hair into a bun and clipped it in place. Mike noticed that each of her ears had a row of piercings.
"Welcome to my professional studio," Jen said casually. "It's basic, not as extravagant as my home studio, but has everything we'll need for the day. I plan to run you through a few different ballbusting techniques, see how you react, and get you to achieve a few goals I have for you. I won't tell you what those goals are, but I will let you know when you've met them." The way Jen laid it all out so naturally had Mike's full attention.
"Now, before we get started I will need permission from you to squeeze, slap, kick, or do anything else I want to your balls."
"Yes Mistress," Mike responded quickly.
Jen's lips twisted a little. "Hmm, I don't remember asking a question." Mike's eyes widened as he realized his mistake.
"Sorry Mistress," he blurted out nervously. He quickly looked to the floor as he realized he'd made the same mistake twice.
"Take a deep breath. There you go. You don't want to keep breaking such easy rules." Mike kept his gaze on the floor. "Now, do I have your permission to do whatever I want to your balls? Now you can respond."
"Yes Mistress," Mike said as he looked back up.
"Good. Don't worry, I'll talk you through everything. Go ahead and strip down to your underwear. You can put your clothes on the bench there." Mike fumbled as he undid his belt and then quickly took off the rest of his clothes and folded them on the bench.
Jen reached down and started pulling up the bottom of her skirt. As she pulled, Mike noticed the solid black leggings transition to shear vine patterns running up her legs. With her skirt high enough, Jen crossed her legs so one knee was above the other and then extended her foot out, toes pointing towards him.
"Now, come and stand in front of me. I'll let you decide the best location." Mike noticed that Jen's extended foot was a bit below his waist. He tensed when he realized what she wanted. He stepped towards her, moved his feet out to make space between his legs, and positioned himself so Jen's extended foot was directly under his balls.
"Close, but you're just a little high for my taste," Jen said as she smiled. Mike shuffled his feet out, lowering his waist until his balls just rested on the top of Jen's foot. His mind raced as he realized just how vulnerable he was.
"Perfect. Now, I'm going to start light and see how you respond." Jen wiggled her toes. Mike flinched. "Ah, this is going to be a good time for both of us. I forgot how much fun it was to break in a new client. Put your hands behind your back and look at me." Mike did as instructed, realizing he was responding to Jen's commands easily. "Ready?" Jen said.
Mike made eye contact and replied with a quick "Yes Mistress."
Jen lowered her foot a few inches and flipped it up, lightly tapping Mike's balls. He felt a light jolt spread outward from where Jen's foot made contact and then disappear. He exhaled quickly.
"See, not so bad. You'll get used to that sensation. I promise. Ready for more?"
Mike let out another breath. "Yes Mistress."
Jen's lowered her foot a little more and flipped it up again. "Ugh." Mike couldn't help a little grunt as a slight pain spread out and then disappeared. Jen lowered her foot slowly.
"Good." She flipped her foot up again. Mike tried to maintain eye contact as Jen's foot lightly slapped into his balls again. Before the pain had disappeared, Jen lowered and landed another short kick. An ache started to form in Mike's balls, but before he had time to react another kick came up between his legs. Mike braced as Jen repeated this process and gauged his reaction.
"You're doing well, Mike," Jen said between kicks. "Please nod if you want a little more force." Mike felt like that was not a question. He nodded. Jen brought her foot down al little further and brought it up quickly, landing with an audible slap.
"Hmmph," Mike groaned as he hunched forward, fighting to keep his hands behind his back. The pain spread up towards his stomach and lingered for few seconds. All he could do was close his eyes and breathe as it faded. Jen lowered her foot again.
"Very nice. Please take some time to recover." Mike brought himself back upright and looked at Jen. She was staring back with a grin on her face, clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting.
"What we're doing now is just a quick initiation. Focus on how it feels and what it's doing to your body. Just a few more and we'll move on, OK. Are you ready to continue?" The ache was fading from Mike's balls. He wondered what those 'other things' were, but didn't want to keep Jen waiting.
"Yes Mistress."
The next kick came up quickly. Mike's reflexes hunched his body again as his hands came forward. He leaned over Jen's thighs as he fought to stay upright.
"Alright, I'd say we found the edge of your comfort zone," Jen said, "And how is the pain?"
Mike was still hunched over, resting his hands on his legs. His balls ached, but he was surprised at how quickly it was fading. He brought himself back up. "Intense. But it's not lasting, Mistress."
"Good. We don't want to overdo it too soon. Now, turnaround and spread your legs again." Mike obeyed quickly.
"Since you won't see these kicks coming anyway, I want you to close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Narrow in on all the sensations you feel." Once again Mike obeyed.
Jen repeated light kicks, focusing on increasing the intensity a little with each impact. Mike maintained his stance as the ache spread from his balls.
Jen stopped her kicks. "And now I'd like to see how you handle something that is near your limit. Do you think you're ready for that?"
Mike opened his eyes, scanning the room. He felt the urge to agree. "Yes Mistress, I think so."
Mike heard the chair scoot back. Jen's skirt fell into place as she stood up. She slowly worked it off her hips with her thumbs, dropped it to the floor, and stepped out of it. She pulled up her tank top and took it off, hanging it with the skirt on the wall behind her. Mike could hear Jen's soft footsteps moving around behind him. He stood motionless with his hands behind his back and legs spread. Jen stepped back towards Mike and positioned herself.
"For this one I'd recommend putting your hands on your waist." Jen said. Mike moved them to position.
"And you sure you're ready?"
"Yes M-" Smack! Mike's legs buckled. He barely caught himself with his hands as he fell forward, his forehead touching the floor. Everything around him faded. All he could feel was the intense jolt of pain starting in his balls and spreading down his legs and up his body. Everything hurt.
"I think we found that limit," Jen said taking a few steps forward, "and that will be the last kick for now." Mike could barely hear what she was saying thru his gasps. Jen reached down and gently rubbed the back of his head.
"I know this is intense, but you'll be surprised how you feel in a few minutes. Just stay in that position and I promise everything will feel better. You should pick up a few new sensations as the pain fades."
Jen stood up and walked towards the frame near the back of the room. Mike was doing everything he could to cope with the ache in his body. After a minute it started to let up and his head began to clear. The ache was slowly being replaced by a tingling sensation. He reached between his legs and massaged his balls. They were tender. Mike could hear Jen moving something on the frame and then heard her walking back to him.
"Pick your head up please. It's time to move on to those other things."
Mike pushed himself up onto his knees. His jaw went slack.
Jen stood in front of him with her feet apart and her hands on her hips, staring at him. Her vine-patterned stockings ran up to the middle of her thighs where they ended in elastic bands. Mike's face flushed as his eyes continued upward. The black fabric of Jen's panties hugged her crotch tightly before turning into more vine patterns running out to her hips. Her toned stomach led up to a tight black bra cupping her breasts, with more sheer fabric and patterns leading up to her shoulders. Light freckles were visible on her upper chest. Mike noticed semicircle outlines below each of Jen's nipples, which were pushed tightly against the fabric of her bra. His cock started to stiffen as his eyes locked on them.
Jen noticed his gaze. "Yes, I do have a few other piercings to compliment my ears. Do you like them?"
Mike could barely respond. He couldn't believe this was the same woman that he was talking to casually in the office. She was stunning.
"Y..yes Mistress."
"Thank you. I do too," Jen said. Her tone changed, "Now, it's time to take a seat in my chair." Mike slowly rose to his feet, feeling a little light headed. The tenderness of his balls was barely noticeable with Jen standing in front of him. "And take off your underwear. We don't need anything in the way from now on."
Mike hesitated.
"Don't keep me waiting," Jen added with a raise of her eyebrows. Mike pulled down his underwear. His cock bounced as they slid down. "I'm glad you're enjoying this, but it's time to get to meeting those goals of yours." She pointed to the chair.
Mike stepped towards it. The padded black leather chair was supported by a pole coming down from the top of the large frame. Two more poles ran in from the sides and connected at the back of the seat, which was split down the middle. There was a gap between the backrest and the seat, and two more panels below the seat that went almost to the floor. There were black leather straps and buckles on all sides.
Mike turned around and sat. The seat was a little higher than normal, and his feet just grazed the floor. As he adjusted himself on it he noticed that each half of the seat swung out on a pivot near the backrest, bringing his legs with them. Jen stepped up in front of him, leaned forward, and put her hands on his thighs.
"Spread them please," she said as she pushed his legs apart. Mike looked down and realized exactly why this chair was in Jen's studio. The backrest stopped at his low back, and his most vulnerable parts now hung in space between the gap in the seat. With his legs apart, there was nothing between his balls and the wood floor, from the front or the back.
Jen moved her hands to Mike's left leg, grabbed a leather strap, and secured it over his thigh above his knee. She grabbed another and secured it just below his crotch and then reached down for the final strap over his ankle. She repeated this on his other leg as he stared at the top of her breasts moving back and forth. Jen stood up and walked around the back of the frame.
"Please pick up your arms." Mike did as he was told. Jen passed a strap across Mike's stomach, securing it to the backrest. Another came across his chest.
"And finally, please put your arms down again." Jen secured Mike's left arm with two straps, one above his elbow and another near his wrist. She repeated this with his right arm.
"Just one more adjustment," Jen said. She stepped around to Mike's right side and pulled his leg wider. She picked up a strap from the side of the frame and clipped it to the outside of the split seat.
The feeling of vulnerability was almost too much for Mike as Jen spread his left leg wider and secured it to the frame. Mike sat, legs spread, available for anything Jen wanted to do. He couldn't move anything below his neck more than an inch besides his fingers and toes. He realized Jen had just removed any remaining control he had.
"Alright, we're going to start slow again," Jen said as she moved back in front of Mike. She inched closer, bringing Mike's right leg between hers, straddling it. Mike could feel Jen's smooth skin on his leg as she settled in place.
Jen ran the back of her hand across Mike's chest. "How does it feel now that I have complete control of you and your balls?"
"Good Mistress," Mike said as his cock twitched. His nerves hummed as she continued to stroke his chest.
Jen slowly reached down with her other hand and cupped Mike's balls. He tensed.
"This should feel different than the kicks you just experienced. See if you can notice exactly how." Jen starting squeezing slowly, putting pressure on both balls. Mike breathed steadily as a dull ache started to radiate from Jen's grip. Jen continued to add pressure as he started to press his lips together.
"Good. You can handle this," Jen said as she continued to squeeze harder. Mike winced as the ache began to increase. "Just focus on me," She added. Mike was now fighting to keep his eyes on Jen's, when she suddenly released her grip.
"So, what's different?" Jen asked. Mike relaxed and thought for a second.
"Hmm, less of a jolt and more of a constant pressure Mistress."
"That sounds right. Good. Keep your focus on all these new feelings, and let's continue."
Jen squeezed quickly. Mike's body tensed and tried to hunch, but was met with leather straps. Jen pulsed her grip slowly. Mike was just becoming familiar with the sensations and rhythm when Jen starting varying the intensity. She alternated between short soft squeezes and long hard squeezes. After a few moments she put her hand on his chest again and lightly drug her nails back and forth, working out to his shoulder. Mike's head was swimming. His focus went from his balls as Jen's grip tightened to her fingers running across his skin as her grip relaxed. All he could do was give soft grunts every time Jen increased pressure. The ache in his balls started to grow again.
Jen relaxed her grip again and stopped stroking his chest. "Were those little moans I heard there? I think you might be starting to enjoy this." She started a slow massage motion with his balls in her hand. Mike let out a deep sigh. The massaging stopped.
Mike's eyes opened to a stern look from Jen. He panicked as he tried to understand why. He realized his mistake and blurted out, "Yes Mistress."
"Thank you. That was a question," Jen said approvingly. The massaging started again, but then stopped. Jen squeezed slowly. Just as Mike's body starting tensing, she held her grip.
Jen leaned forward and whispered, "So now that I have you by the balls, what do you think I should do with you?"
Mike's cock started to rise. The calm, total control from Jen had his body reacting without hesitation. The constant ache in his balls from her grip was starting to feel almost welcome, and he closed his eyes and relaxed into it.
"No need to answer that," she continued. Mike could feel her breath in his ear. "All you need to know is that I plan to have you not only submitting to me, but enjoying every minute of it."
Mike gave another moan as Jen's grip increased. She continued varying the pressure and adjusting her grip as she read Mike's reaction. He could tell his cock was pointing straight up at her. Finally, Jen released her grip. Mike could feel her panties slide off his leg as she stepped back. He opened his eyes to see her with her hands on her hips again.
"There, that's what I want to see," she said, looking down at Mike's hard cock. Jen reached down and pushed the tip of Mike's cock down and then let it back up. "This is the reaction I was looking for. The result of that nice mix of pain and pleasure that comes from your balls while under my control. It might surprise you to hear me say this, but I think we can do better. Let's move on."
Jen stepped between Mike's spread legs and brought her hands onto his shoulders. Mike's eyes were level with her breasts. He noticed the outline of her piercings again and stared.
"How about you take a closer look while I continue. Does that sound like a plan?" Jen said. Mike stared silently. "I asked you a question," she added sternly.
Mike snapped his head up. "Sorry Mistress. Of course."
Jen pulled herself forward so her cleavage was in front of Mike's face. He stared, forgetting about how vulnerable he was. Jen unweighted one foot and slowly slid her thigh up the inside of Mike's leg. He barely noticed it until the top of her knee gently touched his balls. He glanced down to see his cock resting on her thigh, but quickly looked back to her chest.
"Well, I see I found one weakness of yours," Jen said. "I'm sure you know what I'm about to do, but you can't look away from my breasts." Mike half nodded as he continued to trace the outlines of her piercings with his eyes.
Jen brought her leg down and swung it up lightly. Her knee pushed Mike's balls into his pelvis as the bottom of his cock tapped her leg. He let out a soft moan, but kept his eyes locked. Jen held her knee in place, pressing into his balls. The dull ache he was expecting began to form again.
"There's that little moan again. I think this might be just the technique for you," Jen said as she smiled. She lowered her leg and brought it up a little harder into Mike's waiting balls, and again held it in place. Mike tipped his head back and moaned again. Having Jen this close was something he did not want to stop. His cock started to pulse.
"More?" Jen asked, as she lowered her leg.
"Yes Mistress, whatever you want," Mike struggled to say as Jen brought her leg back down.
Smack! "Ugghh," Mike groaned as his balls slapped on Jen's knee. His hard cock bounced into his stomach. Jen's knee pinned his balls to his body and held them there.
Mike grunted as he caught his breathe. The ache in his balls spread. It wasn't a sharp pain, but was definitely nearing his limit.
"Yes, I think this is the technique for you," Jen said as she lowered her leg again and swung it up. Mike heard another slap as Jen's knee connected with his balls, followed by another as his cock bounced into his stomach. "Ugghh!"
Jen kept up the rhythm. Slap... press... moan... repeat. At every impact her chest bounced, making Mike more and more eager for every knee to his balls. He lost count of how many times he felt her leg come up between his. Jen kept the speed and intensity right at the edge of what he could handle. Hard enough that he gasped at every impact, but not too hard that he was overwhelmed. Mike's cock started to throb.
He wondered how many knees he had taken at this point. 20? 30? All he knew was that the mix of sensations he was feeling was something he was starting to crave.
Jen swung her leg back up one more time, pressed it into Mike's tender balls, and held. She looked down and smiled and then brought her face close to his and spoke softly.
"Congratulations. You've reached your first goal. Your cock was excited before I started kneeing you in the balls but it's rock hard now. Your body is definitely enjoying this. A very, very good first step."
Jen released the pressure and stepped back. Mike moaned gently as his focus switched back and forth between his aching balls and his throbbing cock.
"Now, time to move on again," Jen said. "What we are about to do might be the last ballbusting you get today, but that depends on you."
Mike followed Jen with his eyes until she walked around the back of the frame. His vision wandered back to the red studio door and the abstract artwork on the walls.
Suddenly Jen's hands gripped his arms firmly from around the backrest. "I want to warn you," she said, "This could be a little intense. But you have to trust I won't do anything you can't handle. I may even let you influence what happens, at least a little bit. Is that understood?"
Mike had no idea what was coming but he didn't see any other option. His head was still foggy from what Jen's knee had just done to him. He tried to sound firm. "Yes Mistress."
Jen's hands slid off his arms and Mike sat staring at the wall for what seemed like minutes. His nerves stood on end. He flinched as he felt something slide across the underside of his balls. He looked down to see the bright red nail polish of Jen's toes peeking out from under his cock. Jen pressed her foot up lightly into his balls and wiggled her toes. Mike was aware again of exactly how vulnerable he was. There was nowhere to go. He thought about how easily Jen had dropped him to the ground with a kick from behind earlier.
"Ready?" Jen said. Mike thought about whether a 'No' would have any effect on what was about to happen.
"Yes Mistress."
Mike watched Jen's toes disappear as she lowered her foot. His heart was pounding as he stared at the space between his legs. He knew he was not ready for this. A quick flash of red was followed by a slap. A split second later a jolt of pain ran through Mike's entire body. If he hadn't been strapped to the chair, he would have buckled. His mouth opened but nothing came out.
"Ooh, that was direct hit. I think I felt each ball press into my foot on that one," Jen said with satisfaction. Mike was gasping, barely able to hear what Jen was saying. His body was on fire. He watched her toes come slowly back into focus and push up on his balls, spreading them out across the top of her foot.
"Here's where I'll allow you to have some input. Do you want another kick?" Jen said calmly.
Mike mind raced. This must have something to do with Jen's goals. He wasn't sure he could even take another kick like that. He thought about the safe word, but somehow managed a "Yes Mistress."
"Good boy," Mike heard from behind him.
Jen's foot disappeared again. This was the worst feeling Mike had ever experienced. When would the kick come? How hard? He knew he had to deal with whatever Jen had planned. He braced himself.
Another slap echoed around the room. Mike tried to hunch forward as the shock ran down his legs and up his body, but the straps held him firmly in place. He whimpered. Everything around him disappeared. This was almost too much.
"And do you want another?" Jen said again.
There was no way he could take another kick like that. His body was starting to shake. But there was something pushing him to say 'Yes.' Was it the tone in Jen's voice? Could he really trust her? What did she want out of him? With his voice quivering, he barely managed a "Yes Mistress".
"Hmm. I wasn't so sure you would agree to another one," Jen replied, "but alright."
Mike closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. He didn't want to know when it was coming. He just wanted it to happen.
The first sensation Mike felt was the soft touch of Jen's hand coming across his arms. He opened his eyes to see her red nails moving to his stomach, just above his cock. Before he could process what was going on he felt his swollen balls gently cupped from behind, and then the light massaging of Jen's fingers as he regained feeling in his body. Jen was kneeling behind him.
"Congratulations. You met goal number 2. I know how hard it was to say 'Yes' at your absolute limit, but you managed. I always wonder what's going on in a man's head at that moment. It must be quite the feeling knowing you're about to experience serious pain, but on the other hand not wanting to disappoint your Mistress. Don't worry, you'll be able to take a lot more of those in the future. I promise." Jen continued to massage Mike's balls. Somehow the pain was fading.
"There is just one more thing I want to do. Let's get these straps off. But," she continued, "once they're off, you are not allowed to move." Jen started releasing the straps on Mike's arms, then his chest and stomach. Jen came back into view, knelt down, and started undoing the straps on his legs. He froze as she made eye contact with him. She was mesmerizing. Jen finished the last of the buckles and walked over to the chair she had used when they first entered the studio. She brought it over and set it down directly in front of Mike's spread legs.
Jen hopped up on the chair, brought one knee on the other, and lifted her foot up under Mike's balls. A quick "Ready?" was all she said. She leaned forward and braced her hands on the back of the seat to give her leg extra force.
Still recovering from the last kick, Mike managed a "Yes Mistress" without hesitation. He clenched his jaw and his body stiffened to prepare for Jen's foot, but then he realized there was no use. His legs were still spread wide and his cock was hard. Even without the straps in place his balls were going to take whatever Jen had planned. He knew he couldn't move out of the way or block her foot. He relaxed and accepted whatever Jen was planning.
Jen reset her body on the chair and brought her hands up on her knee. She looked at him closely, reading him, and then smiled.
"I'm a little surprised you met that goal so quickly," she said, "It's a subtle one. Tell me, what were you just thinking?"
Mike's head was swimming. "I suppose I was worried about the next kick. I thought maybe I could brace myself for it. Or, if I'm being honest, maybe protect myself by closing my legs or using my hands? I'm not sure."
"But you didn't seem like you were going to do that. What changed?"
"Umm," Mike paused. "I think I realized that I do trust you. I'm not sure how much more I can take, but there's no point in fighting it. If you want to kick me in the balls I'm going to accept it. You're in complete control Mistress."
"Good boy," Jen said with a slight nod. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear from you. That happened to also be the last goal I had planned for today. So," Jen continued, "the session is now officially over. But since you've done so well and are such a quick learner, I'm willing to extend a few minutes and continue kicking you in the balls. Would you like that?"
Mike was caught off guard, but quickly answered "Yes Mistress." He couldn't imagine saying 'No' to Jen for any reason now.
"I thought so. And how many more kicks would like you like? Think carefully."
Mike paused for a moment. There must be an obvious answer, but he didn't have it. Suddenly it clicked.
"3 Mistress."
"Hmm," Jen said. "And why 3?"
"I think that's how many times I responded out of turn or incorrectly to questions today, Mistress."
"Very good, but do you think you only need one kick for each of those?" Jen brought the top of her toes up to Mike's red, swollen balls and rubbed them in a circle. Mike looked down, not sure how to respond.
"Look at me and tell me how many you want," Jen said. Mike swallowed, but spoke immediately when he met Jen's stare.
"3 for each Mistress."
"That's more like it. How about we make it an even 10." She flashed a quick smile.
Jen brought her toes forward along Mike's balls and up to the base of his cock. Mike sighed as Jen ran her toes up and down his shaft. This was the best sensation he could imagine. After a final slow stroke Jen brought her foot back to its resting position under Mike's balls.
"I'd say your cock is really enjoying itself, wouldn't you?" Jen said as she glanced down. "Since this is technically punishment, I'm sticking with kicks. But I promise to put as much pleasure into them as I can. I'm sure you're extra sensitive at the moment." Mike was trying to figure out how he could possibly take pleasure in a kick to the balls, but Jen interrupted his thoughts.
"Ask me for it," Jen said. Mike stared blankly for a moment into her eyes.
"Don't make me wait, you know what to say."
Mike's cock twitched. He let out a quick "Uh" and a then a confident "Mistress, could you please kick me in the balls?"
"Thank you. Yes. I would like that. Now how many times and how hard?" Jen said. Mike's cock twitched again, ready for what was about to happen.
"10 times Mistress, as hard as you would like."
Just as Mike finished replying Jen's foot popped up, lightly slapped the underside of his balls, and then pressed them up into his pelvis. Mike hunched forward a bit, fighting to keep his now free hands down and his legs spread wide. Jen lowered her foot just a few inches and delivered another light kick followed by a slow press upwards, and repeated this again. The same sensations Mike felt from Jen's knees to his balls starting building again.
"A little different, huh?" Jen said between kicks, as Mike felt the now familiar ache start to spread. He grunted as the Jen's foot came up again, and again, and again. Mike's hard cock bounced and lowered with Jen's foot.
Mike's eyes dropped to Jen's bra as her breasts bounced with the next kick, and then the next. The aching in his balls leveled off.
"Well, I think I found your sweet spot for the kicks, and just in time for a couple more," Jen said quickly.
Mike let out and moan as Jen's foot made contact again. He dropped his gaze to Jen's thighs as the last kick made contact. She pressed her foot into his balls, but didn't release, adding force until Mike swore he felt himself getting lighter on the chair. Just as Mike started to grimace Jen dropped her foot.
Mike exhaled deeply. Jen moved her chair back and softly stepped towards him. Mike felt Jen's fingers run under his chin and then lift his head up.
Jen bent forward with a big smile on her face."Good boy. I knew you would make it through."
"And it looks like a good kick to the balls might be just what you need now," Jen said as she looked down to Mike's hard cock pointing straight up at her. She reached forward and made a ring around the base of his shaft with her finger and thumb. With a gentle squeeze she brought it slowly up towards her. A clear drop formed on the tip of Mike's cock and grew as Jen's fingers slid free.
"This right here," she said, as she put her index finger on the drop, "proves it." Jen starting tapping her finger on the tip of Mike's cock as she spoke, a clear strand forming with each tap. "I'm sure it was hard to tell with such red, aching balls, but I put almost as much into those last kicks as the one that buckled your knees earlier. And here you are hard as a rock and leaking instead of gasping on the floor. That's a little bit of that pleasure I promised you."
Mike moaned again as Jen swirled her finger around his cock head and then brought her hand back to her knee. Mike sank into the chair exhausted.
"I do hope this session was everything you hoped it would be."
He had just enough energy to nod slowly.
"Good. Now, I'm going to head back up front. Take all the time you need to clear your head and the ache in your balls, and meet me when you're ready. You did very well today." Jen turned and walked to where her clothes hung on the wall and then back to the red door. Mike watched her intently until it closed behind her.
Jen was at her desk when Mike stepped back into the front room.
"I hope that wasn't too intense," Jen said as he approached, "I know the first time can be a challenge, but I like to make sure you've found your limit and that we both know where it is. I think it went very well. How was the session for you?"
"It was fantastic Mistress." Mike thought for a second. "It was more intense that I was expecting, but in a very good way. I mean that. It's like a reset button has been pushed. It's hard to describe," he shrugged.
"I'm glad to hear it. I do try to make each session a positive experience. And even though I know you'll be fine, I do suggest icing your balls this evening. You might be feeling this for a day or two," she added.
"Of course Mistress. I'll do that. But I think I might actually miss the ache when it finally fades." He smiled. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," Jen replied. "And one last thing before you leave. It's encouraging to see such quick progress with a new client. I can think of a lot of activities that might satisfy your control kink if you're interested. I've sent you an email with details for your next visit. Don't be late."
"Thank you again Mistress. I won't."