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September 1, 2020

CBT Mistress

CBT Mistress, by Skweeme

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I had my finger on the doorbell. I took a deep breath. What was I doing?

Visiting a woman, a stranger?

Who’d agreed to hurt me, hurt my balls? Who’d agreed to…torture me? Who seemed to be looking forward to…hurting me? Who’d said she’d make my masochistic fantasies come true? But this was what I so needed…

I paused. Reminding myself…

I’d always fantasized about some powerful female attacking my balls, Wanting to hurt me. Enjoying it. And…teasing me sexually…making me need to come, but not letting me. Enjoying her female power and my male vulnerability. Especially hurting my balls.

I’d always fantasized about it.

I’d shared this with some girlfriends at various points in the past, but none of them wanted to hurt me, really. They liked me. But not enough for that.

OK, one of them was a bit of a sadist. She didn’t mind hurting me. She enjoyed it. Enjoyed making me beg to submit while she squeezed my balls. And she liked teasing my cock when I was tied up. I think she liked that the best. But we weren’t right in other ways. I moved on.

Now my wonderful wife of 10 years knows about my “sexual preferences” but doesn’t share them. In all our other ways we’re great – compatible. But physically, she could easily be my Domme. We’re the same height, so when she puts heels on she towers over me. She doesn’t think she’s physically strong, but she is.

But despite my fantasies, I’d eventually come to admit it wasn’t in her nature to hurt me. Or it couldn’t be a part of our relationship. She squeezes my balls tight enough to be erotic as forplay, but hurting me she doesn’t want to do.

I just needed to have my balls tortured by a sexy woman who’d enjoy hurting me. Always had. Finally realised my wife couldn’t enjoy hurting me. Loved me too much. But frustrating to fancy her so much and to know that physically she’d be able to really hurt me if she wanted to. If she could.

So I was ringing the doorbell of a block of flats. I felt excited and I felt guilty. More guilty than excited, now I was here. And a bit worried.

I’d been having a good look around the internet for potential dommes in my area. There weren’t any. I’d had to travel further afield. That was probably a good thing. I wanted someone who put CBT – Cock and Ball Torture – near the top of their interests. Some Dommes just seemed to like to whip people or be into “humiliation” of one form or another. Only a few seemed really into ball torture.

Mistress Madeleine was one.

And here I was. Finger on the button. This could all be a big mistake.

I pressed.

“Hello?” she answered. “…hello?”

“I…err…hello! Sorry! It’s..err…Peter !”

“Oh! Hi Peter! Been looking forward to meeting you! Come on up, it’s the second floor”

She sounded more…I don’t know…friendly than I expected.

“I…” I began, but the intercom had switched off and the door buzzed. I pushed it open. It closed with a click behind me.

I walked up the stairs. Nice carpets. Quiet. Potted plants. I found her door, hesitated. I didn’t have to do this.

But I rang the bell. Heard the heavy clatter of high heels.

The door opened.

She smiled down at me.

“Hi! Come on in!”

She looked stunning. She was wearing stuff my wife wouldn’t be seen dead in, radiating an aura of pure sensuality that hit me in the gut and groin.

She grinned and opened the door wider.

“Please come in, Peter!”

She stepped aside. I found myself crossing the threshold.

She pushed the door closed behind me and fiddled with the locks. I just stared at her body, almost drooling with lust, as I watched how her muscles moved. She looked pretty strong as well as so sexy.

I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! Mistress Madeleine turned from the door and stood up tall, still smiling. I was embarrassed from staring at her. But her outfit said “Look at Me! My tits! My legs!”

“Are you OK, Peter? It’s alright! You’re in good hands!” she laughed.

I trusted her. That’s the thing…I trusted her. I surrendered. OK, I expected she’d be pushing my ballbusting limits a bit, going from erotic to painful. That was our arrangement. The level of intensity that I needed. But I hadn’t expected she’d want to go further, from painful to unbearable and keeping me there. That she’d actually enjoy really hurting me.

But I didn’t know that, then.

I grinned sheepishly, foolishly.

“Sorry! Just a bit…you’re…I’m…it’s just that …Wow! You look…you look…you’re…thank you! Thanks for seeing me!”

“No, thank You! Thanks for coming! Oops! I haven’t decided yet if you will, have I?”

She laughed and posed provocatively. Those tits. That look in her eyes.

I gulped. Just the fact that she was even thinking about making me ejaculate made me uncomfortably harder.

She pointed to a door behind me, smiling.

“Just go in there and take your clothes off then, Peter! So I can…you know…play with your balls…”

Some more!
I was tied to the bed with ropes on my wrists and ankles. I felt embarrassed, but excited. I had a hard-on but I hadn’t come here for sex. She was going to hurt me.

She sat down by my side on the bed. The ropes on my wrists and ankles hurt more as her weight settled down. I didn’t say anything. Then she gently gathered my balls in one strong-looking hand.

“So…just to be sure, Peter…? You want to feel what it’d be like if your wife squeezed your balls harder than she does?”

“I…yes! Yes please! I’d just like to…you know…see what it’d be like!”

“So I’m just going to start squeezing slowly, OK…?”

“Yes! Yes please!” my cock was getting so hard.

“And you tell me when I’m squeezing as hard as she does?”

“Yes!”

“And then you want me to squeeze harder? Give you some real pain?”

“I…oh…yes please…Mistress!”

She smiled.

“OK! Just tell me when it stops being a turn-on and starts to really hurt OK?”

“OK!”

She started squeezing.

Slowly. In tiny increments, like a vice tightening.

“How’s that?”

“Oh! Yes!”

“What about…this?”

“Aaagh! A bit more!”

“A bit more? OK!” she smiled.

“No no no please! Aaargh!”

She relaxed her grip slightly.

“More about there, then?”

“Yes! Oh please…!”

“But would you like it if she did this?” she clenched my balls even tighter.

Now her grip was really hurting, but somehow I didn’t want her to stop. I was enjoying her cruelty.

“Ahh! Yes! Oh yes!” I was grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah? Well…how about if she did this?” she grinned back, then started kneading my balls together, hard.

I squealed, then lost my voice as the waves of pain crashed through me. I could hear her laughing.

Then she stopped, relaxed her grip.

“Well?” she laughed. “How would you like it if she squeezed them that hard? Eh? Every…” she gave them a hard squeeze and I yelped in pain “…every…day?” she squeezed again, laughing at my pain, enjoying what she was doing to me.

“What if she did this to you every day, Peter?” she began kneading them together hard.

I screamed.

Eventually she stopped.

I was sobbing. With relief and agony.

She leaned over me.

“Well? Tell me! Did you like that? Would you really like it if your lovely wife enjoyed hurting you as much as I did just then? I’m just…curious, you know?”

She laughed at me struggling to reply.

“Do you want to see how it feels when I do it harder?”

Her grip tightened.

I cried out in fear and pain.
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She relaxed her grip and laughed at me.

“That couldn’t have hurt too much, now, come on! You want to find out what it’s like to have your balls squeezed really hard? Much much harder than your loving wife will do it for you?”

“No! Please! No…thanks…please…Mistress!”

My balls really ached. Really really ached. If I hadn’t been tied up I’d have been doubled up. But I’d always wanted this intensity of pain.

“Are you sure you don’t want to feel what it’s like? To have your balls squeezed really hard? I’d love to squeeze your balls harder, Peter!” she crooned, moving her hand up from my balls to my throbbing cock. She held it in her strong warm hand and began masturbating me.

I hadn’t expected this.

“If you let me squeeze your balls a bit harder…I could…wank you off afterwards?”

I’d only agreed to meet her for the pain, for her to just push my limits more then my wife would. And she’d done that. And it really hurt! I’d had my fantasy fulfilled. But…I was so turned on. My body didn’t feel like my own. It was energized. It was enervated. It was tied up. I was helpless. I was in agony from her squeezing my balls. I wanted her to release me now. My curiosity was sated, but not my lust. But my balls really hurt. My wife could squeeze quite hard, but her point wasn’t to hurt. And I didn’t want to be unfaithful. But still…

I groaned as she moved her hand back to my balls. I was in a pre-orgasmic glow.

“OK!” I gulped.

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She laughed.

She knew what she was doing to me. Her outfit and everything. Her body.

“OK? You sure? You want me to..you know…wank you off after I’ve squeezed your balls really hard for a bit? I warn you now, I want to really hurt you, Peter, if you let me…before I make you have your orgasm. I’m just being honest. You sure about this?”

I wasn’t sure about it at all. I just remember thinking that I’d had enough. She’d squeezed my balls much harder than my wife ever would. Now I knew what it felt like.

It really hurt. Made me feel sick. I knew it would. I just needed to feel the pain. But I hadn’t expected her to be able to squeeze so hard. So much harder then my wife ever had ever done. It hurt too much.

“No! I’m sorry…I…wow! That was…thanks for…but…no?”

“No?”

Her hand left my balls and went back to my longing cock.

“No? You sure?”

I gulped.

“OK!” I managed.

“OK what?” as she made me even harder.

“Oh God, oh please…!”

“Please what?” she grinned, her hand still stroking me.

“I…oh!…aaahhh!”

She stopped. Laughed. Moved her hand back to my balls. Caressed them gently.

They were still hurting, but maybe not as much.

“Look, Peter, I’m dying to give you that orgasm you need so much. It’s OK. It’s not like having sex or anything, you know? You won’t be being …unfaithful or anything. But I want to hurt your balls a bit more first. OK?”

I realised she was right. Probably. But still…I was confused by my lust and my fear of how much she could – would – hurt me.

Her hand drifted slowly back to my erection. Grasped it. I groaned.

“Come on Peter!” she began gently moving her hand up and down, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing under her soft skin. She increased the tempo momentarily, causing me to gasp. Then she stopped, smiling.

“Do you want me to let you come?”

“I…oh god!..please…yes! Please make me come, Mistress”

She laughed.

“You sure, Peter? I want to hurt your balls some more first?”

“Yes! Yes please Mistress!”

“OK then! Thank you! I’m going to really enjoy this. I’m already a bit wet and tingly! Are you glad about that, Peter, that you turn me on?”

“I…yes!”

“Good! Here we go then!”

Her hand left my throbbing and dribbling cock and moved back to my balls. She took hold of just one of them between her fingers and thumb and even the gentle but firm pressure started to hurt again.

“Are you OK?” she smiled.

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this episode is dedicated to Mistress Vittoria :-)
She began to squeeze, both thumbs pressing into my aching testicle. I could feel the nails digging in.

I began to groan.

“Aahh!…aaagh!!”

She laughed, and squeezed even harder.

Groans turned to squeals.

She increased the pressure.

I was screaming.

“Aaagh! No! Please, Mistress, please…!”

I was thrashing around, begging for mercy, pulling against my bonds to no avail. Her grip was nauseatingly intense.

Then her thumbs dug in even more, and she began to knead my agonised ball, nails digging in harder, tearing against tenderised flesh.

The pain was incredible, wave after wave lancing into my gut. My eyes were screwed tight shut and agony burst in bright explosions against the blackness.

I screamed and screamed for mercy.

But she wouldn’t stop. Just laughed in delight as she piled the pressure on even more. I couldn’t believe a woman could be so cruel!

She gave my ball one tremendous final squeeze, using all the power of her hands, arms, shoulders and weight as she crushed down on it.

My screams reached a desperate new intensity.

She held hard, sinews taut, for a few terrifying moments.

Then let go.

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She smiled at me. I tried to smile back, but my right ball was still shooting pains of nauseating agony.

I was scared she might have injured me or even damaged me.

I was in absolute agony. Mistress Madeleine had wanted to hurt me and she’d done just that. She was stronger and crueller than I’d expected or even fantasized about.

She’d really enjoyed doing that, really really hurting me.

My eyes were awash with tears of pain and fear.

“Are you OK, Peter? Did that hurt you? Good! I enjoyed it and…and I’ve not finished yet!”

“No…please! Please Mistress! Oh…Madeleine…!”

She laughed at me again.

She then took my relatively undamaged left ball in both hands.

“What’s the matter, Peter? Can’t let this little one get away scott free, can I?”

She began squeezing, digging in both those strong thumbs.

The pain was even worse than before. Her nails had found a particularly sensitive area and she worked it hard.

I howled, screamed and begged for mercy but she carried on, laughing in delight.

She gave my ball one tremendous final squeeze, again using all the power of her hands, arms, shoulders and weight as she crushed down on it.

My screams reached an even more desperate intensity.

She held hard, sinews taut, for longer than last time.

She suddenly let go, frowning, and began to shake her hands and arms. Her breasts jiggled. Despite my pain, I realised I still had a hard-on.

“Cramp!” she said simply, irritated. She clenched her hands a few times, then smiled.

“That’s better! Now where were we…?”

I moaned in fear, but before I was able to plead with her she was bearing down with all her strength again, nails digging in punishingly, crucifying my testicle on the altar of her pleasure.

She eventually stopped and let go of my agonised ball. I was still moaning and thrashing in pain but that terrifying pressure was released. Slowly the agony in my ball began to recede. My gasping breathing began to calm down. Now both balls were aching painfully, the last one obviously more so.

She moved her hand back to my cock. It had softened under her brutal onslaught. But now it was growing hard in her hot cruel hand.

Harder.

I shuddered in pleasure.

She stopped, just holding my throbbing shaft.

I groaned.

She grinned.

“What’s the matter, Peter?”

“I…oh…please mistress! Are you going to…please…let me come now!”

“Oh don’t worry! I’m going to make you come. You might not enjoy it, but I’ll certainly make you come!” There was a glint in her eye. It worried me.

I didn’t understand what she meant about me not enjoying it. Of course I would! I was desperate! But even by then, I hadn’t realised what a sadist she was. She was going to show me what a cruel woman could do…

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Her hand began moving again. I gasped with pleasure.

“I bet your balls hurt now, eh, Peter?

“Oh! Oh god yes!”

“Good!”

She carried on. My orgasm was beginning to build. I was groaning, panting. I tried to relax, even though the pain of my balls was distracting. The pleasure was beginning to outweigh the pain.

“I’m going to make you come, Peter, and there’s nothing you can do about it” she said as her hand continued to pump up and down on my bursting cock.

She was right. There was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t want to do anything about it, though! I felt my orgasm beginning to surge and I gasped aloud.

She let go of my cock and sat back with a smile.

I groaned and my body trembled in frustration and lust.

“Are you sure you want me to make you come, Peter?”

“Oh! Mistress…please! Yes please Mistress!” I babbled.

“OK! Here goes!”

She moved her hand back to my drooling cock, caressed it. It jumped at her touch.

“Ready?” she smiled.

“Oh Mistress…please…yes please!” Her fingertips were lightly tracing round my glans. I was bursting to come.

“OK, then, if you insist!”

She wrapped her strong warm hand around my shaft. I sighed in relief and grinned at her like a fool. I should have known her better by now.

She moved her hand slowly. I began to pant and groan, staring at her fantastic tits, at her strong arm muscles flexing under her soft skin as she wanked me off.

“That’s it, Peter! Come on!” she purred.

I groaned in response. My balls were still hurting from what she’d done to them. I still couldn’t believe she could be so cruel! But my body was melting into orgasm as she worked on my cock.

“God I can be such a bitch! I love it!”

I didn’t know what she meant, but something about the way she said it made my heart plummet even as she ****** me closer to ejaculating.

Then her hand let go of my cock and cupped my aching balls.

She laughed at my reaction.

“Said I was a bitch! This should make you come, Peter. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Her hand clenched my tortured balls. I screamed in renewed agony and sexual frustration as she started squeezing.

And then she began tugging my crushed balls up and down and from side to side. The pain was unbelievably excruciating as she squeezed and tugged viciously.

But at the same time my desperate hard-on was being flung about this way and that, slapping against my stomach, her punishing arm, the skin pulled taut by her grip on my balls. In spite of the torture my balls were getting, I began to ejaculate. My come was splattering around as she carried on wrenching my balls and I carried on ejaculating. I was still screaming in agony.

She carried on squeezing and wrenching my balls, viciously ******* every last drop out of me until she was satisfied.

She let go and sat back with a wide grin.

“Told you you wouldn’t enjoy it, Peter, didn’t I?” she laughed.

I couldn’t reply. I was gasping for breath. I was in agony. Absolute agony. But also absolute worship. I was in awe of her strength, her brutality, her sensuality. Her cruelty.

I was so relieved when she started to unfasten my ankles. Then my wrists.

She talked me back down. She was really understanding, really nice. But she wasn’t apologetic.

I’d got more than I asked for. More pain, more pleasure. How could I complain?

My balls were still hurting when I got back home.

As I closed the door I realised my wife was back before me.

“Hi, Petey!” she called out from upstairs. “You couldn’t fetch me a glass of water, could you?”

Well, one thing led to another.

I was about to make the final move in our usual husband/wife vanilla foreplay, my cock ready for her warm wet cunt. She’d gently squeezed my balls as usual a bit earlier and it’d really hurt but it made me really hard.

Then she astonished me.

“Peter…?” she purred. “Do you still want me to…tie you up? And…really hurt your balls? Really? I’ll do it if that’s what you really want me to do. I know I’ve been a bit…squeamish…but…if that’s what you want…I’ll do it! Do you want me to tie you up?” she giggled, but then took a sterner tone.

“Well?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Telepathy or something.

I looked at her. My own gorgeous wife.

I couldn’t say “no” could I?

But I should have done.

I had to take a sick-note for a week.

August 9, 2020

Dom Brothel

 Dom Brothel, by kickpom 07-12-2012



This is a world where females are dominant and men are submissive.

I've recently found a new job, one that gives men a decent enough pay to get by. I work in a ballbusting brothel where women come to unwind their stressful day. I arrived on my first shift prompt and was ordered into the clinic room by the female clerk. Inside the clinic was a female doctor, a beautiful blonde who was sitting cross legged wearing her doctor's outfit with a short skirt and heels.
"Ah come in, take your clothes off and let's get through this" she said. I quietly obeyed and quickly stripped done to my underwear.
"you won't be needing your boxers in here, don't be shy". I hesitated but knew I would have to agree. I felt her eyes burning into the back of my head as I pulled down my boxers, revealing my package. I tried not to look at the nurse to avoid an embarrassing hard on.
"perfect! Our clients absolutely love big balls. the bigger the better, the harder the better is the motto in here" she was referring to kicking, not hard cocks unfortunately. I laughed nervously as I stood naked in front of the doc. she began to take notes on her clipboard.
"you have a decent sized member too, not too big, not too small. perfect target. our clientele will love that." she looked up at me,
"lucky for you, this is a more luxurious brothel. you'll find that we have the more sophisticated and more attractive ladies busting our men's balls". she giggled and stood up. I gulped as she grabbed a small black collar to tie around my nut sack. The nurse walked up to me and lifted my growing penis up out of the way then reached around the back of my sack and tied the collar around the top of my ballbag. This made my balls hang lower and budge out from below.
"great! this means you're ready to be kicked!" you can make your way to the wreck room with the other men. I'll dispose of your clothes". I nodded, leaving the room and shuffling off down the corridor with the slightly uncomfortable collar wrapped around my manhood.


Upon entering the next room, I was greeted by the other males. There were 10 of us in here, naked apart from our black nut collars. Before we could get well acquainted, the bell rang, signalling that clients arrived. quickly and quietly, all of the men walked into the front hall with me in between them, I was just following the herd. we stood in a line in front of the back wall, the floor was draped with soft red carpet and the room had an overall upmarket feel. two women who were in charge stood next to our line while an older male stood by the door. He was wearing nothing but a tie and a white nut collar. white nut collars signified that the balls have been destroyed, ruptured, or crushed. basically meaning they were useless, they were replaced with silicone implants and the ex men used as house slaves. the old man promptly opened the door and in walked two women wearing long fur coats, it must have been cold outside. the man took their coats and
hung them up in the cloak room while the ladies eyed us all up. Both ladies looked after their figure well, both were tall, slim and had well rounded boobs. The one on the right was a brunette with long straight hair and the other was a blonde with curly hair.
"so, ladies", said the hostess, "stilettos again?"
the lady on the left quickly responded "ohhh yes please!"
while the lady on the right was a bit more indecisive, "hmm, last week one of my slaves nuts ruptured sooner than I wanted thanks to the stilettos. I'll try the sandals"
the hostess snapped her fingers and two more slaves came out holding red cushions with the shoes on top of them. The two slaves are also wearing ties and white collars. I shuddered as they approached the ladies with zero confidence while trying to remain elegant. The curly haired lady quickly snatched the white stilettos out of the cushion and as she slipped her boots off, the slave promptly bent over on all fours so she could sit on him as a chair. She sat down and eagerly put the pointy toed shoes of destruction on. The brunette picked up the black strappy sandals by their heel straps and waited for her slave to get on all fours - which he did obediently like clockwork. She sat down and took off her wellies, revealing a beautiful pair of well pedicured feet. She slipped the sandals on and tied the diamond encrusted straps. The slave next to me elbowed me and snapped me out of my gaze, I noticed my cock was growing which was a sure fire sign of
getting picked on so I quickly looked away, trying to keep my cock from getting rock hard.
"Now ladies, you may pick your slaves," said the hostess.
The brunette stood in front of us with her hands on her hips and said seductively "right, two of you will be my lucky slaves". The slightly short red curly haired lady stood next to her in the same posture and said,
"well, i've only got room for one, and guess what?" she pulled out a rupture token - meaning that she was allowed to rupture the balls of one slave. Fear struck my heart, as did every other slaves'. The brunette retorted;
"so have I, that will be saved for the weaker of my two subs". I now knew I had a 1 in 5 chance of losing my balls on my first day, and I wasn't looking forward to it! The white collared slaves hastily made their way out of the room as the two ladies split up and started inspecting us from either side. I was in the middle of the 10 guys lined up.

The procedure here was simple. the lady kicks each sub once to gauge whether or not she wants to choose him. The first kick decides how the rest of the evening pans out for the sub. if the sub falls straight to the floor, he is used as a free gimp for that lady. This means that he would be tied to a cross with arms and legs spread out so that he could get his balls pummeled with ease. This is supposed to toughen the weak subs up however in a lot of cases, the ladies go too far and end up destroying his balls before he even gets a chance to be used normally! for those who are able to remain standing, it's down to the woman's discretion who they wish to take. Some women prefer the men who double over in pain so they can easily see the pain they inflict on the slave, while others prefer more of a challenge so they go for the ones who barely flinch when getting kicked at first. although all that macho-ness changes in the session chamber. it was just a guessing game for us slaves as to which type these ladies are after. The stiletto donned lady began by swiftly punting the first slave square in the balls. He screamed in agony and doubled over. She looked at the next slave mercilessly and slowly shifted towards him. the brunette swung her foot firmly into the first slaves balls on the other end causing him to double over. she quickly moved on to the next one and eyed him up. This second slave was more of the muscular type, with a cocky look in his eye. she took an instant disliking to him so decided to kick him extra hard on purpose hoping he'd fall. she stepped back, swung her leg full force and slammed her foot into the slaves balls sending him crashing to the ground instantly like a whimp.
"looks like I found my gimp!" she said gleefully as one of the hostesses snapped her fingers, signalling another slave in to escort him to her chamber. she quickly moved on to the next one who was standing next to me. I looked back over and caught a glimpse of the other lady snapping a kick with her pointed toe into her second slaves nutsack which made him yelp in a high pitched tone. As much as I feared the sadistic tendencies that the brunette had, I knew I'd lose my balls as the blonde is only taking one slave to use her rupture token on. the brunette had two slaves to take so I fancied my chances. I figured out that the stiletto clad blonde was looking for a jittery slave while the high heeled sandal wearing lady was after a stronger man so I decided to try and stay upright as best as I could when it was my turn. I hoped that the brunette reached me before the blonde did. out of the corner of my eye I caught the brunette kicking the slave next to me,
he barely moved a muscle.
"ohhh I like you!" she said. "I'll take this one". the hostess snapped her fingers again and another white collar came and took him to her chamber. I heard a thud and a squeal to my left followed by "this one will do!". I let out a sigh of relief as he was taken away to her.chamber. I locked eyes with the slave and saw the fear in his eyed...both of us knowing his manhood was no more... The brunette looked me deep in the eye seductively, and had a quick glance at my package. I tensed up my body and awaited her blow. she licked her teeth as she slammed her foot into my balls. I moaned out but only just managed to maintain my posture, bending over slightly.
"I'll take you" she winked. I was escorted to her chambers knowing I'd get paid, all I had to do now was keep my nuts. I knew I was in for a tough time as the slave I'm up against seemed pretty tough. I decided not to dwell on it.

stepping into the room, I saw the gimp already tied to the cross, panting and sweating. He had a wooden mouthpiece between his teeth to help him handle the pain as well as keep.him quiet. in front of him and slightly to his right knelt my competitor, with his hands handcuffed behind his backers . I was told to kneel next to him, which I did, while I got cuffed as well. the white collar left the room and we waited for our tormentor. I could hear the sound of high heels clicking against the wooden floorboards in the corridor, approaching our room. the door knob turned and the brunette stepped in.


Stepping into the room, I saw the gimp already tied to the cross, panting and sweating. He had a wooden mouthpiece between his teeth to help him handle the pain as well as keep.him quiet. in front of him and slightly to his right knelt my competitor, with his hands handcuffed behind his back. I was told to kneel next to him, which I did, while I got cuffed as well. the white collar left the room and we waited for our tormentor. I could hear the sound of high heels clicking against the wooden floorboards in the corridor, approaching our room. the door knob turned and the brunette stepped in.
"Hello boys, I'm Amy, lets have some fun". I quivered at the sight of her, I now managed to take my first good look at her beauty. Her long straight hair flowing down her back, her low cut top exposing her boobs and her knee length skirt with a slit showing us glimpse of her tanned, long, muscular legs, and of course, her beautiful pedicured feet being shown off by her black high heeled sandals. I knew I was to get well acquainted with those. As both of us knelt on the floor, we couldn't help but watch in awe while our cocks started rising and becoming fully erect. She glanced down at our packages and gasped,
"ah, I think they like me, all three of them!" she joked, both of our cocks were of similar size, although my balls were a little bigger than the other slaves and hanging down nice and low making an easy target. I looked behind me and saw the gimp with his hard on as well, cock and balls bigger than ours.
"Did I say you could turn around?!" Amy shouted.
"S-sorry ma'am" I stuttered.
"Oh you will be" she said with a wicked smile. So stupid of me! Now I'm her prime target. She walked up towards us. We presented ourselves as she got closer, pushing our packages forward.
"Now, one of you will be drawing the short straw today, I can't say much about our gimp, so let's see who's stronger, shall we?" she asked rhetorically as she stood empoweringly in front of me. I looked up at her, trembling as I braced for impact. She slid her right foot back and swung it into my dangling testicles, slamming them against my pelvis, I groaned loud as I tried my best to stay upright. She ran her fingers down my cheek, soothing me, sliding her hand to my left nipple and pinching it before moving across to the other slave. Amy fired a quick kick in out of the blue before even getting into position, catching him off guard. He bent over more than I did however her kick wasn't as hard. She kicked him again and he moaned louder but stayed upright. She swiftly stepped to me and smashed her foot into my sack, her straps digging into my ballbag as her foot tore up my pelvis. I doubled over in agony.
"Awk! I think it would be best if you were all strapped to a cross like gimpy, move aside boys", she raised her hands together and split them apart, signalling us to move aside. We did so, obediently. She stepped in, and smacked the gimp square in the balls with a good run up. He screamed and bit down on the wooden mouthpiece. She relentlessly stepped back and swung her foot in again, creating a loud thud echoing across the room. Then again, thud, and again, thud, thud, thud. His screams were becoming more high pitched with each hard kick. She didn't stop, she started panting and kicking even harder, smack, smack, smack. By this time, the gimp lost his voice and was even unable to bite down on the piece. I felt his pain, he had a look of pure fear in his eyes, knowing anything goes with him. After a final kick, she rested for a second,
"This is much more fun! Don't you agree boys?" We had no choice but to nod and agree. She stepped to his side and kicked him on his stomach. She's definitely had some sort of self defence practice, the way she kicks, was in the form of a karate expert. She kicked his stomach again, and then again a third time, somewhat focusing the pain towards his tummy before reverting back to the groin. While in the same posture, she slammed her foot into his groin from the side, catching the nut closer to her and dragging it upwards into his body. When she pulled back, his nuts were released and bobbed about with the collar holding them in place. She smacked him again, catching the same nut and smacking it into his body. She kicked him a third time just as hard as before and the gimp limped forward on the cross, his hard on was long gone as he stopped making sounds and stopped trying to squirm.
"Better inspect the damage" she said as she approached him, picking him up by his balls. She held his nutsack and gently squeezed his swollen left testicle.
"This is definitely very soft", she squeezed harder as the gimp started squirming again. 

"I don't think you'll need this nut anymore, don't you agree?". He violently started shaking his head, spitting the mouth bar out and pleading, 

"please! please don't!" she let go of his nuts and stepped back. Phew, she was sparing him - Or so I thought. Amy then bent over and picked up the mouthpiece, flashing her cleavage in my face while doing so, and then put it back in his mouth.
"You'll need this" she said sadistically as she quickly snapped her hand back into position on his groin, locking his left nut in place within her palm. After teasing him for a brief moment, she suddenly squeezed with all her might, the gimp let out an ear piercing squeal as his nut popped in her hand. She started squishing it around just to make sure that his nut became jelly. His body was all tensed up as he passed out. She let go of his nut and we all looked at his sack, hanging low with one ball intact and the other flat next to it.
"I'll save the other one for later" she smiled as she spun around, facing the two of us.
"Right, get back into position!" we hesitated but slowly shuffled into position in front of her. Ready for round two. 

I started sweating out of fear for my manhood. 
"ok boys, I'm going to take penalty kicks. You both get 5 kicks each and whoever goes down, goes under the trample board"
We looked at each other then back at Amy who met our nervous looks with sadistic eyes. The trample board was basically a board on legs with a hole cut out for our junk to rest on, allowing for focused punishment. Amy locked eyes with me first, here we go. She took a quick run up and slammed her foot into my groin. I let out a loud groan of pain as I doubled over. She stepped back and ran up towards my comrade and duly swung her foot into his balls. He huffed but kept his composure. I started sweating a bit more, knowing I was up against a good competitor. Amy then stepped into me for my second blow as I knelt fully upright again and smashed the top of her foot into my helpless balls. I let out a bellowing moan and leaned forward again. 
"that's two, and I think I know who the loser will be!"
I quickly sat upright although I knew another blow at this point would cripple me. Luckily for me, she had her eyes fixated on the other slave. Stepping in, she unleashed a devastating blow to his balls, finally making him lean forward and grunt with pain. She sighed with satisfaction and came at me with my third kick. I braced for impact. The next thing I felt was the straps of her sandals tearing into my nutsack. I instantly fell over forward, writhing in pain. 
"ha! Under the trample board you go!" 
Amy pointed to the trample board sitting to our left. 
"get yourself tucked in while I finish this slave off"
I quietly shuffled over to the board and crawled underneath, facing upwards. My head was just sticking out from the top of the board with the hole perfectly aligned with my groin. I heard a thud and a moan followed by Amy saying, 
"ooo almost!"
I slipped my floppy penis through the hole and pointed it upwards then looked over. I caught Amy's final run up and saw her bury her foot into his groin then watched him fall over and roll around the ground. I let off a sigh of relief. 
"looks like you're both going under the board. Now we can definitely see who's balls are weaker"
She signalled him over to join me. As he crawled under the board she snapped a glare at me
"don't be shy! Pop your nuts through the hole too!" I thought I could get away with trying to influence her in focusing on cock crushing but I failed. I quickly slipped my balls through the hole and waited for my fellow slave to get ready. 
"one of you will be coming out with a flat sack!" she laughed sadistically while looking at me. I gulped as my heart started pounding. Amy strutted towards us and raised her right leg, placing it on my colleagues balls and undid her straps. She slid her foot out and repeated with the other shoe. My cock started to harden at the sight of her legs and feet. I could see up her skirt and noticed she was wearing pink underwear. As soon as she saw my hardening cock she stepped over to my side and placed her foot on my balls. And without warning, she hoisted herself up onto the board while applying full weight on my sack. I groaned as her foot dug into my balls, which bulged out from the sides. She giggled as she stood on the board now, towering over us. 

Amy placed her left foot on my nutsack and teasing pressed her foot down softly, then wriggled my balls around. She did the same to the other slave with her right foot as he was on the right. She then stepped forward, resting her foot on my cock and balls as well as on his. Her heel was placed with precision just on the top of my sack which pushed my balls downwards when she added weight to it. She pressed down on my groin while lifting her right foot to stroke my peers member. I groaned as she shifted her foot to get her balance. Amy started flicking his penis like a worm with her toes before stroking it, causing it to get erect. I spied a quick glance up her skirt, past her beautiful legs and noticed her moist pink panties. She was getting off on being in full control of two manhoods. Once his cock hardened she placed her foot on it with her heel in the same position as mine and lifted her weight off me. I breathed out relief as my balls withdrew into their natural position. Amy then started stroking my shaft with her foot until it grew and became rock solid as well then placed her foot delicately back into position, pushing my nuts down until they bulged against the edge of my sack. She then lifted her toes so that her heel was digging into my ballsack and started grinding. I groaned as she ground into my balls lower and lower. Just before she got all the way to the bottom, she stopped and placed her foot back over my dick and began to start grinding on my peers' nutsack. He let out a soft moan as she almost flattened his nuts with her heel - he had a much higher pain tolerance than I did. Next, Amy placed her feet on our ballbags so that the ball of her foot was touching the base of our cocks and started pedalling, shifting her full weight between each of us creating a symphony of groans and moans. 
"Mmm I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am" she said as she then placed her heels back on to our sacks. 
"lets see who's coming out with a flat sack now shall we?" I gulped as she applied more pressure on our balls, her foot digging deeper into our exposed nuts. I started groaning louder. 
"ah I think this one is about to go!" Amy said as her face lit up. I started panicking and sweating as she lifted off my nuts with her heel and placed the ball of her foot on my sack. I pleaded and squirmed, I tried telling her I can last longer but the only reply I got was 
"well let's see then". My heart pounded in my chest as she teased me by rubbing her foot over my sack, and then slowly applying pressure on it. Just as she was about to deal the killer stomp, my peer let out a loud moan as amy's other foot dropped lower into his nutsack, I heard a 'squick' as she accidentally crushed both his nuts flat. Her panties were more wet now, 
"whoops, it seems you got lucky today!" she said while looking at me, without any care for his well being. His eyes rolled. Back and his head thumped against the floor, passing out. Amy then lifted her foot off my nuts and they re inflated back into position, followed by lifting her heel slowly off his ruptured nutsack, however his sack stayed flat. I shuddered. 
"Ok you can get out, I have a reward in store for you" Amy said with a cheeky smile. She jumped off the board, put on her shoes and made her way to the gimp, who was finally conscious. I slipped my tender junk through the hole and crawled out. 

Amy bent over and tied a bar around the gimp feet, keeping his legs spread then she reached around the back of the cross and undid a hook. She then slid him down until he was sitting on his bum in front of her, his nutsack resting against the floor. She turned round to face me and stuck her ass into his face while pointing me to get closer. 
"I want you to jerk yourself off while I finish our gimp last nut"
He tried protesting but her ass was smothering his face. I looked down at her perfect feet and luscious legs and started yanking at my flaccid cock, it didn't take long to get myself hard while adoring this beautiful view. As I continued wanking, she leaned over, exposing her boobs to my line of sight and slipped off the strap on the back of her left high sandal and raised her heel. Amy then grabbed the gimp remaining nut and stuffed it under her heel in the shoe and pressed down, trapping it in place. I gulped but kept going, releasing some precum. She started shifting her heel around, rolling it around his nut and dropping her heel slowly down lower, and lower, and lower. I could feel his nut trembling under her weight. He was unable to resist as he was completely tied down.
"you may cum on my feet" Amy said, as I was reaching my climax. I tightened my grip around my shaft and slowed down my strokes, I shuffled forward but not too close. I felt the rush of excitement as my cum spewed out of my dick and shot across, landing on her left foot, my second load gushed out and landed on her toes, I was in a state of exctacy as the rest of my cum oozed out of my cock. Amy then instantly dropped her heel right onto the gimp sack, crushing his last testicle completely. She ground it from side to side and pumped her heel making sure it was completely destroyed. The gimp passed out again, I don't blame him. After firmly establishing his nut was no more, she yanked her foot forward, leaving the remains of his sack dangling on the ground and slid her heel strap back on. She seductively walked up to me, touching my chin and said
"I'm not through with you, I know you were about to go. I'll see you next week", she winked and left the room.

Amy had her feet up in her office. Relaxing with the top buttons of her white shirt undone and her knee length slit skirt slightly raised up, she sighed. Having had her morning tasks complete, she awaited her personal assistant for her daily pedicure before lunch. She had a stressful day so she looked forward to some stress relief at the wreck room during lunch. There was a knock on the door,

"come in!" Amy shouted. Her personal assistant stepped in, stark naked, bag in hand. He quickly walked over to her desk as she swivelled her chair to her right to get into position and flicked off her high heeled pumps. He dropped to his knees and she placed her feet on his laps.

"I'm thinking pink today" she said.

"as you wish, my lady" the assistant replied as he pulled out a bright pink nail polish. Amy brushed her hair back as she relaxed in her chair. He began massaging her feet and rubbing moisturiser into them. He began cleaning her toenails and quickly applied the nail polish.

10 minutes later the pedicure was complete, the assistant packed up his gear and stood up with a hard on, having clearly enjoyed his job.

"can I go masturbate please, miss?"

She smiled, indulging in the fact that even after a year on the job, her pretty feet still give him a hard on every morning. Amy always allowed him to jack off after every pedicure as a thank you for his top work.

"isn't it your birthday today?" Amy asked.

"yes it is ma'am" he replied while keeping his gaze lowered.

She remembered promising him a footjob for his birthday if he continued his top work, which he has. Amy quickly glanced at the clock, seeing that she has 10 minutes left before lunch and no tasks left.

"well then get back on your knees and place my feet on your lap"

He obediently sat back down and placed her feet delicately on both his laps, shaking as he was nervous. Amy then slid her freshly moisturised feet up his laps towards his throbbing cock and rested them on either side of it. His groin was shaven clean as per her request. Amy keeps all of her assistants clean downstairs, whether it's her home assistants or work assistants. He started trembling as she softly said,

"here's my birthday gift" and bit her lip.

She slowly placed her feet on either side of his shaft and started slowly stroking it up and down with her feet. As her feet were moisturised, it was easier to slide them up and down his cock. As he started breathing more heavily, she sped up her strokes and began fiercely jerking his solid cock. Amy then gripped his dick with her freshly painted pink toes and continued jacking him off with them firmly planted on his shaft. Precum dripped out of his tip as her feet were gliding up and down his hard shaft. Amy's strong but slender legs were more than capable of handling a cock pumping workout. The assistant held his breath as he approached climax.

"I'm about to cum, miss" he said while catching his breath,

"finish yourself off the bin then replace it" Amy replied while immediately stopping.

He quickly leaned over to the bin and started wanking himself off, spewing his load into the trash.

"thank you miss, that was amazing" he said, while replacing the trash bag with a new one.

"don't mention it" Amy replied as she used a baby wipe to cleanse her feet. "I'll see you tomorrow, same time" while putting her black pumps back on. He quickly shuffled out of the room as Amy got up and locked her computer screen. Lunch time. Amy left her office and walked down the corridor, through the reception where the rest of the female office workers clattered about their own business with the males aiding them in whatever they needed. She turned the door knob for the wreck room and stepped inside, greeted by bustling activity. The room was pretty big, there were two big couches on either side which had women sitting on them with their feet up on their personal assistants, chatting away. At the back there was the usual fridge, microwave etc where some men were preparing food for their ladies who were sitting at the table behind them. On the left there was one lady who had two men up against the wall, laying into them for messing on a job she gave
them. By laying in, I mean they were stripped down, legs spread and she was kicking them in the balls for their mistakes. Her sling back shoes were thudding against their ball sacks, their cries of pain drowned out by everyone going about there own business. Amy noticed her friend Vanessa standing on her tiptoes on a coffee table with her colleague - who was also a blonde. Curious, she walked over.

"oh hey Amy! How are you?" Vanessa asked with a big smile,

"not bad, what's going on here?"

"we're just playing femdom roulette, have a seat. Won't be long!" Vanessa replied. Amy looked around and noticed a bunch of women sitting on a couch, placing bets on four naked male colleagues who approached the girls on the coffee table. They nervously got to their knees and pulled forward their nut sacks, placing them on the table underneath the ladies' bare heels. As they placed their balls on the table, the girls dropped their heels softly, practising their heel drops on their balls and got back on their tiptoes. The aim of the game was that one of four slaves will have a heel dropped on their balls, and the girls would place their bets before the coin toss. Once everything was in order, a woman tossed a coin, tails.

"ok Vanessa, that's you. Choose a side!"

Now the drop was narrowed down to her two male subs. With a cheesy smile, she dropped her right heel as hard as she could. The male screamed in agony while attempting to lift her foot with his hands, Unfortunately her foot wouldn't budge from on top of his ball sack. His cries were drowned out by the cheering and booing of the ladies who had their bets placed. After a brief moment, Vanessa stepped off his balls and jumped off the coffee table. His sack re inflated and he pulled his balls off the table, doubling over. Another lady stepped up to continue the game and the men were shuffled around behind their backs so that the ladies couldn't see who was placed behind them. The injured man hesitantly placed his sack back on to the table. Bonus points would go to the girl who catches the same man with her heel and bets were doubled. This normally gets the girls in trouble as there has been plenty of cases of ruptured testicles, but the cases were always thrown out in favour of the women.

Amy and Vanessa chatted briefly,

"so what would you like to do?" Vanessa asked.

"hmm, I need two volunteers" Amy replied.

"Come with me"

Vanessa took Amy up to the woman who was punishing her two male colleagues and asked cheerily,

"Mind if we help out?"

The woman looked over at Vanessa and Amy and replied,

"Sure, I could use a bit of a break"

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and went to grab a glass of water.

"They're all yours" Vanessa said.

The men were nursing their balls while Amy looked over them.

"Ok stand up straight!" she commanded.

They obediently stood up straight with their hands behind their backs, pushing their groins forward. She walked up to them slowly and stood facing them in between them and slipped her finger & thumb around the top of their nutsacks and squeezed. This caused their balls to buldge out downwards into her palms, which she placed around their sacks carefully.

"Lets see whos balls are stronger, shall we?" She asked sadistically.

The men whimpered as she held their manhoods in her hands. Amy began to squeeze their testicles slowly and sensually, ******* both men onto their tiptoes. She laughed and squeezed harder. Both men groaned out loud. Amy applied more pressure on both sets of balls, flattening them to half their original size and they moaned louder. Amy kept the same pressure on for a good few seconds before the man on the left doubled over her shoulder and tried prying her hands off her. This only annoyed Amy so she began rolling his testicles around in her palm and applying more force on his already bruised and battered balls. He began squealing louder but Amy only looked him dead in the eyes - while still holding a firm grip on the other mans balls, as if he was her pet. Eventually, Amy let go and they both doubled over, nursing their sacks. The lady who was abusing them before approached them again, looking on while sipping her water.

"Right, you, against the wall, weakling" Amy commanded while staring at the man on her left.

"See these pumps? How much damage do you think I can do?" she asked with a stern look while he positioned himself against the wall. The other man shuffled off to the side, and following a nod from his owner, he put his clothes back on and stood back. The man in the spotlight wouldn't answer.

"Cat got your tongue? Oh well, lets find out!" Amy said.

He slowly pulled his legs apart and closed his eyes, standing there shaking.

Amy pulled her foot back and swung it into his open groin, slamming the tip of her pumps directly into his nuts hard. He screamed in complete agony and collapsed to the floor.

"Good kick!" Vanessa cheered.

Amy spun round in delight and thanked the other woman for letting her contribue. That took some stress off her mind.

"Ok, so are you coming to the brothel tonight?" Vanessa asked as they walked out of the room and headed down the corridor.

"Oh, I'm not sure" Amy replied.

"Come on! They've got new meat in! I've got two rupture tokens that I plan on using tonight" Vanessa said.

"I don't know, I accidently ruptured someones nuts last time a bit too soon.." said Amy.

"I want you to come. Here, take this token, thats one each, and we can go have some fun. What do you say?" Vanessa insisted while handing over her token.

Amy took it and obliged,

"Oh ok, come pick me up at 9"

"Great! I'm off to get my hair curled, see you tonight!" Vanessa said gleefuly.

"No problem, I'll get some practice in"

Vanessa then walked towards the main door while Amy walked back into her office, snapping her fingers, signalling a free assistant to follow her in.



Sister Dominatrix

 Sister Dominatrix, by number2




James was on the edge of his seat as the plane touched down. He had never been to California before; heck, he had never been out of Ohio before. But here he was now, about to land at LAX, Los Angeles, California! He was also excited about seeing his sister Kimberly again. He hadn’t seen her since she left home three years ago, right after her eighteenth birthday. Now James was eighteen and his sister was allowing him to stay with her in LA. He gathered up his carry-on bag and, with butterflies in his stomach, prepared to disembark.

He looked around the airport terminal but didn’t see Kimberly anywhere. “Maybe she’s late or meeting me at the baggage carousel,” he thought. He began to walk down to the pick-up site when suddenly a gorgeous blonde came out of nowhere and hugged and kissed him. He dropped his bag and looked at her. THAT was his sister? What happened to the mousy little brunette that left Ohio three years ago?

“Jimmy! It’s me! Kimberly! Stop gawking at me like that,” she shouted.

“W-what happened to you?” he asked incredulously.

“You like?” she said, turning so he could get a full view. “Welcome to California! If you don’t look good here, you just get ignored.” She grabbed his bag in one hand and his hand in her other. “Let’s go get your bags. This is going to be great having you here!”

On the way downstairs, she gave him the quick story of her last three years. She came to LA to become an actress, of course, but after a few months she was running out of money and having no luck. Then a new friend of hers, Melissa, gave her a total makeover, hair, make-up, clothes, and since then everything was going great. No real acting work to speak of (yet) but she was making a great living waitressing at a fabulous upscale restaurant.

James took in all the information but still couldn’t believe the amazing transformation in his sister. This was the same girl who never dated in high school and didn’t even go to her prom. If all the guys back in Ohio could see her now!

They got James’ bags and headed toward the parking lot. Kimberly stopped at her brand-new Lexus and popped the trunk. “Gee, waitressing must pay pretty good in LA,” thought a still-astonished James. About forty-five minutes later, they arrived at Kimberly’s apartment. It was bigger than the house James grew up in.

Kimberly was helping her little brother unpack in the guest bedroom when the phone rang in the living room. She went to answer it and returned a few moments later with a frown on her face.

“That was the restaurant. One of the other girls called in sick tonight and they need me to work. This sucks. I really wanted to spend your first night in LA with you. Think you’ll be alright here by yourself tonight?” Jim nodded. “Great! The fridge is stocked if you get hungry, the TV’s in the living room. Make yourself at home and I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She kissed Jim lightly on the cheek, grabbed her car keys off the stand and left.

James spent the next hour or so just checking out his big sister’s apartment. It was big and trendy and stylish. Everything he would expect from LA but not what he expected from his sister. He made himself a snack, watched some TV and soon got bored. He decided to try out Kimberly’s computer. It looked way better than his old system he left back in Ohio. True to its appearance, the machine was incredibly fast and powerful. James wondered if any of his old hacking software would even work on this screamer. His sister seemed to have a lot of password-encrypted files.

He went to his new room and returned with a handful of 3.5”discs. Shuffling through them, he found his favorite unlocking program. He popped it in the drive at let it go. Minutes later, it was done and he had passwords for all his sister’s files. He printed them out on the nearly brand-new laser printer then decided to see what she was hiding.

The first file he looked at seemed to be financial records. Kind of boring, but it seemed that he sister was doing even better than the new car and apartment indicated. James made a mental note to check that out more thoroughly later. The next file he opened promised to be much more interesting; it was chock-full of mpegs, avis and jpegs. He picked a movie file at random and was astonished at what he saw.

There was what appeared to be a beautiful woman (she wore a leather mask, but her body was incredible) approaching a naked man who was blindfolded and strapped to a wall. The woman began yelling at the man then started to slap his face over and over. Next, she grabbed him by the balls and started to squeeze. This was incredible! James had never seen anything like it before and didn’t know whether to be excited or repulsed. Involuntarily, his cock began to rise in his jeans.

The movie continued and the woman finally released the scrotum. James let out a sigh, figuring it was almost over. Then, without warning, the woman began to mercilessly knee the helpless man in his groin. At first James felt sorry for the man (and a little queasy) but his cock continued to respond. James finally had to open up his jeans; the feeling was so uncomfortable.

Eventually the woman stopped her assault, the man slumped over and the movie ended. James noticed he was breathing hard and didn’t know what to think. He had never been this sexually excited before and thought he must be some sort of freak. And what was this movie doing on his sister’s computer?!?

James composed himself and decided to try out another movie file at random. Maybe this was just a joke he had accidentally stumbled onto. Nope. The next file was essentially the same but with a different man. The woman was the same, he thought (different outfit and mask) and this time the man was on his knees. No slapping this time, instead the man was whipped from behind as the woman screamed at how worthless he was. When she was through flogging him, she kicked him, first in the ribs, then in the balls. The camera zoomed in for close-ups as the pointy tip of her shoe made direct contact with his nuts. James’ hand began to massage his cock. He didn’t care if he was a freak; this was making him horny and he needed a release. Every shot the hapless man took to his injured balls made James stroke faster and faster. Just as he neared completion, James heard a key in the door. Hastily he shoved his pulsating member back into his jeans, zipped up (as best he could) and shut down the computer. He was in such a rush he almost left the list of passwords sitting on the desk but at the last moment picked it up and jammed it into his back pocket. He walked out of the den just as his sister walked in the front door.

“Jimmy!” she shouted as she saw him. “Come here and give your big sister a hug!” Reluctantly James did, hoping she couldn’t feel the raging hard-on straining inside his pants. “Did you miss me? I hope you weren’t bored. We’ll spend some more time together tomorrow, I promise. But if you don’t mind, I really want to go to bed now. It was a tough day at work and I’m beat.”

James agreed as he had his own reasons to go to bed soon. Kimberly gave him a kiss good night and they each retreated to their separate bedrooms. James got his clothes off as fast as he could, jumped into bead and began furiously masturbating while the scenes he saw were still fresh in his mind. Moments later, he exploded with the most satisfying climax he had ever had.


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The next few days Kimberly showed her little brother all the sites of LA: movie studios locations, hip clubs and restaurants and other tourist attractions. He took it all in with wonder and excitement but couldn’t help thinking about what he had seen on the computer a few days ago. Kimberly didn’t have to work during this time so James was never left alone in the apartment to check out the computer. He made due by jerking off every night reliving the scenes in his memory.

Finally, four days later (which seemed like an eternity to James), Kimberly was called in to work. James tried not to seem anxious to get her out of the apartment but the moment she left, he raced to the computer. Immediately he pulled up the files he had been to, just to make sure they were still there. They were. He watched both clips he had already seen and they were as good as he remembered. His cock pulsed with excitement but he was determined not to jack off until he had seen more.

All the movies in this file seemed to feature the same mask-clad woman beating, kicking and generally abusing different men. James finally settled on a video featuring lots of close-ups of the woman’s high-heeled pump kicking and flattening a middle-aged man’s scrotum. He pulled his pud in time to the kicking; realizing for the first time that he wished it was his balls taking that punishment. The camera pulled back slowly as James yanked himself harder and harder. This film was different than the others though. In this one, the woman wasn’t wearing a mask. The moment James climaxed the mystery woman turned and revealed her face to the camera. It was Kimberly!

Her face on the computer screen barely had time to register in James’ mind before the monitor display was literally drenched with semen. James hurriedly wiped off the monitor and was aghast at what he saw. It was his sister! She smiled evilly at the camera while the man in the background writhed in pain. James couldn’t believe it; this was the object of his fantasy? This was the woman he had been thinking about, dreaming about, lusting after? His own sister?!?

James felt sick with guilt; he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He looked away from the screen, embarrassed but out of the corner of his eye noticed that it was continuing. Kimberly had walked back to the prone man and was kicking him again. James tried not to watch but soon his full attention was back on the computer. She made the man lie on his back then stepped down on his nutsack, applying all of her weight. The man cried out in pain then blacked out. The movie ended and James was left staring at a blank screen, out of breath and drenched in sweat. He noticed that his spent cock had risen again as if his body was telling him what he was watching was okay even if his mind was disgusted at what he was thinking.

He sat there for a few minutes (that felt like a few hours) swallowed hard and loaded up another clip. In this one, the woman (Kimberly) was wearing a mask again but this time James was able to recognize her. He figured that since he had only seen her newly transformed appearance for a week and had not yet gotten used to it was the reason he had not recognized her before. This time though he looked intently at her. God, she was beautiful! He had never noticed before how shapely her legs were, how firm her buttocks were and her flawless body. He had always thought of her as just his sister, but now he was seeing her as the woman she had become.

As she brutalized yet another nameless man onscreen James wondered where this dominant side had come from. When they were younger, he would find himself defending her even though she was older than he was. She was very shy and retiring and would often get picked on. Maybe this was her form of revenge on men, he thought. His cock was now rock hard and throbbing. He knew it was wrong but he slowly started to rub his member. He stared intently at his sister’s legs and feet as she mercilessly kicked another man’s balls. It didn’t take long; soon he spurted out another gusher of cum.

He watched a few more clips after that, but he was definitely depleted for the evening. He cleaned up the computer and surrounding area as best he could then took a shower, his mind only on his sister. When Kimberly arrived home a few hours later, James was fast asleep, exhausted from his evening’s excursions.


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The next few weeks went by fairly uneventfully. Whenever Kimberly was at work, James would be at the computer screen. Jerking off at his sister’s video dominance. Whenever she wasn’t working, James tried to spend as much time with her as possible, checking out her beautiful legs in person and trying to, at least accidentally, get ball-busted. He was never able to, though, and had to console himself by taking one of her pumps from the closet and busting himself with it, sometimes hold the other up to his face and breathing in her foot odor at the same time. He was content and frustrated at the same time.

Everything was going fine (relatively) until a few weeks later, coincidentally exactly one month to the day after he arrived in LA. He was in the living room watching TV when Kimberly called him into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, her legs crossed and kicking at the air, and she did not look happy. She motioned for James to sit down across from her and he did.

“I was doing the laundry this afternoon,” she started. “And I went into your room to get your dirty clothes. Underneath your bed was a pair of jeans. I took them to wash them and just before I put them in the washer, I emptied out the pockets. I found a folded piece of paper that at first I didn’t think anything of. Then I examined it more closely and found it had all of my computer passwords on it.” She threw the paper down on the kitchen table. “Do you care to explain yourself?”

James stared at the floor, humiliated and not knowing what to say. The only sound in the room was that of Kimberly’s pump, lightly slapping the bottom of her foot as she kicked the air waiting for his response. James looked up slightly and saw her beautiful feet and despite himself, felt his dick start to harden. He didn’t know what to do and decided to tell his sister everything.

He told her about how he cracked her passwords. He told her about finding the videos. He told her about masturbating to them. He told her about the shock he felt when he realized it was her. And he told that even though it was her, he continued to masturbate; he couldn’t help himself. During his confession, he never raised his eyes, too embarrassed to meet Kimberly’s gaze and somehow finding comfort in addressing his comments to her feet. Kimberly stayed quiet until he was completely finished.

She cupped his chin in her hand and raised his face till his eyes met hers. “It’s okay, sweetie, I understand. Actually I thought something like this might happen.” James looked at her with puzzlement in his face. “I’ll explain it to you,” she continued.


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“Since you were so honest with me, I guess it’s time I came clean with you. Obviously, I’m not a waitress. This all started when I was one though. It was a little over two years ago. I was living in this crummy apartment on the outskirts of town and waitressing part-time at this strange little bistro. I didn’t make much money but I had heard a rumor that certain Hollywood people would occasionally come down there. I guess I was hoping to get ‘discovered’. Silly, I know.”

“Anyway, one particularly bad evening this couple came in. The woman was stunningly attractive and I couldn’t imagine what she saw in her companion, an older, sleazy looking man. I figured he either had money or power and left it at that. The couple was seated at my table and during the meal, the old man kept looking at me lecherously the entire evening. It wasn’t the first time something like that had ever happened but I was already in a bad mood and didn’t feel like putting up with any shit. When they paid the check and got up to leave, the old pervert grabbed my ass from behind and squeezed. I had had it! I turned quickly and kneed that codger as hard as I could in the balls. He dropped to the ground in a flash and I stomped off. The restaurant manger saw what I had done and fired me on the spot. I tried to protest but he wouldn’t even listen. I decided that if that was the way LA was I was going back home to Ohio. I planned to catch the next plane back when everything turned around for me.”

“The old guy’s dining partner was waiting outside the restaurant. I expected her to bawl me out for what I had done but instead she handed me two hundred-dollar bills and her business card. She said, ‘I like your style. Why don’t you come see me about a job.’ She got into her waiting limo and I decided that Ohio could wait a least a few more days.”

“The next day I called the number on the card and set up an appointment with Ms. Martin. I entered a posh office building. There were beautiful girls everywhere. I thought that with luck, I might be able to get a secretarial job. The place looked like it must pay pretty good money. Ms. Martin called me into her office. We talked for a little bit and she asked if I’d like to come to work for her. I told her ‘absolutely’ but I had one question for her. What was it that she did? She laughed while I shifted in my chair.”

“’You really don’t know, do you?’ she asked. I shook my head. ‘My dear, you are in the offices of one of the most successful escort services in Hollywood!’ I was appalled! I told her I wasn’t going to be a prostitute, not for any amount of money. She laughed again. ‘Don’t worry dear; you don’t have to have sex with them. Just do what you did last night.’ Again I looked at her, confused.”

“’Let me explain,’ she offered. First of all it’s not ‘Ms.’ Martin it’s ‘Mistress’ Martin (but you can call me Melissa). We didn’t get successful by fucking our clients; we got successful by beating them. I am a dominatrix and my escort service supplies dominant women to wealthy, powerful men who wish to be submissives. Come around to my side of the desk, please.’ I did as she asked and she pointed to underneath the desk. There I saw a man, clad only in boxer shorts, hunched over and licking Melissa’s 5-inch heels. ‘This man pays me $500 an hour, two times a week, just so he can have the pleasure of cleaning my shoes with his tongue.’”

“I told her I was intrigued (to say the least) but didn’t know what this had to do with me. She told me that the kick to her dinner companion last night was excellent, a professional level job. In fact, the man had given her a thousand dollar bonus for the night because he thought she had set the whole thing up. She thought I had the ability to make this into a full time job.”

“I don’t know why I initially said yes. Maybe it was that I wanted to try something different; maybe it was just I didn’t want to go back to Ohio just yet. Whatever the reason, when I did, my whole life changed. Melissa took me to her stylist and they came up with a whole new look for me, hair, make-up, clothes, everything. I started going to her private gym and Melissa tutored me on the business.”

“At first I only did in-calls, where men would come to the ‘office’ for abuse, humiliation and pain. But soon afterward, I ‘graduated’. I became an escort. I would go out with these powerful, important men to upscale parties and dinners and then afterward (or sometimes during) I would dominate them in any way they (or I) saw fitting.

“Ball-busting became one of my specialties. For some reason, I seem to have this natural aptitude for attacking men’s privates. The men who come to see me ask specifically for it and they all have particular desires. Some men get off on being kneed, some like a grab or squeeze, some like kicks, barefoot or with certain types of footwear. Three separate times I have even completely destroyed a man’s ball so bad they had to be hospitalized. They all came back to see me though, as soon as they were able.”

“Then last year the company decided to get into the Internet. We found it was the fastest way to reach literally thousands of men willing to pay to be abused. We have certain ‘slaves’ that are abused and videotaped and then we put the videos up on our website (for a nominal fee). That’s what you saw on my computer. We also occasionally have live sessions online and potential customers can contact us for ‘dates’, which are by no means inexpensive.”

“The fees are split with the company getting 25% and the girls getting the rest. Of course, any tips or gifts are ours to keep and let me tell you, it adds up quickly. Last year I made over $150,000, just in fees. The Lexus I have was a present from one of the men whose balls I destroyed. This apartment is relatively rent-free. At the end of the month, I go to this real-estate guy’s office and knee him in the balls for a half an hour. Voila! Free apartment!”

“I had kinda hoped to keep this a secret from you but I guess I knew eventually it would come out. Actually, I’m not surprised that you’re into it. Melissa says she thinks that this whole fetish might be somewhat hereditary. I guess that since you were always the strong one and I was the weak one when we were growing up, it stands to reason that the roles might get reversed when we got older. The only question is now, what are we going to do about it?”


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A long silence filled the room. James’ cock was rock-hard from his big sister’s account. He couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful, deadly feet. There was only one thing he wanted.

“kick me in the balls, sis,” he muttered, barely over a whisper.

“Are you sure?” she asked, cradling his chin in her hand and bringing his gaze up to meet hers. James nodded. He had never been more sure of anything else in his life. “Okay, but if we do this, things will change around here. No more ‘loving sister’ and little brother. You’ll be treated just like one of my ‘clients’. Maybe worse, since you won’t actually be paying me. But I’ll give you one free shot. If it’s not what you wanted or expected or whatever, we’ll just forget about the whole thing. It’ll be your choice. Okay? Now stand up.”

James did as instructed. “Now do you want your eyes open or closed?” asked Kimberly. “When most guys have their eyes open, they tend to flinch and don’t get the full force of the kick.” James pondered his options. He really wanted to see the kick. His sister’s beautiful leg outstretched, the point of her heel driving into his groin. But he decided to bow to her expertise. “Closed, then, I guess,” he replied.

“Alright then, just stand there and part your legs about shoulder-width,” she commanded while getting up from her chair. “Let me just measure you first…” She took a step back and slowly raised her leg until her foot was almost touching his waiting balls. James almost came at the thought of it. “Okay now close your eyes and relax.”

James stood in his personal darkness for a few moments that felt like a few hours. He took a deep breath then exhaled. WHAM! Kimberly’s shoe made direct contact on his nuts. James had never felt so much pain. He was dizzy and a bit nauseous and fell to the floor. His eyes still closed, he crumpled into the fetal position, murmuring in pain. He reached down to his crotch area and felt wetness. At first, he thought it was blood, but then he realized it was semen. The force of the blow, the excitement of it all, had made him squirt his load into his pants. He was embarrassed, humiliated, suffering and loving every minute of it.

He opened his eyes slowly, tears from the pain blurring his vision. His sister was standing over him and the first thing he focused on was her high-heeled pump right in front of his face. The same one that had just taken him to the floor. He was speechless but knew how to tell his sister that every thing was all right. He began to kiss her shoe then licked it until it shone. Kimberly stood there and just watched him. Finally she spoke.

“Very good.” It was a tone James had never heard from her before. “Clean my shoe, worm. It’s the only thing a pitiful worm like you is good at.” James continued and Kimberly sat down again. “Now lick the bottoms clean.” She presented her foot to James and he ran his tongue along the underside. It tasted awful and he paused. She grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him forward. “I said lick it!!!” James resumed his duty, cleaning the underside until it was like brand-new.

“Okay, you’re done,” she said, pulling her shoe away from him. “Now I’m thirsty from all that talking, go and get me a soda.” James started to get up; a soda sounded real good to him as well with the taste of his sister’s shoe in his mouth, and was immediately thrown back down to the ground by Kimberly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “I did not give you permission to stand! Maggots like you should be crawling on the ground. In fact, for the next, hmmm, week, whenever you are in my presence you’re head is not to be above my waistline without my permission. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes,” James replied meekly.

“Oh, that won’t be good enough. From now on, you will call me… Mistress… No, that’s so overused. Queen… No, sounds like an old woman or a fag. Princess. Yes, I like the sound of that. Princess Kimberly. Now I’ll ask you one more time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Then where’s my soda?” She kicked him lightly in the head and laughed. James turned and crawled to the refrigerator. He reached around to the top shelf and felt around until he felt a soda can. As quickly as he could he scampered back to Kimberly and handed it to her.

“What’s this? Diet? Are you saying I’m fat?”

“N-no, it’s the only kind you had. I …”

“I will not stand for this! Oh, wait, I think I will. Lie down on your back!”

James turned and went flat. Kimberly stood up and walked around him for a moment, sipping her soda. “Let’s see if you were telling the truth.” She kicked off her heels and walked onto James’ chest. He gasped. “Not too fat for you, am I?” she asked sarcastically. “You’re not feeling uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m fine,” he wheezed out.

“What did you say?” She bounced on his chest for effect.

“N-no, pr-Princess, I-I’m o-okay…”

“Oh, that’s good. We wouldn’t want you to pass out on your first day.” She looked down at his crotch, still wet from his explosion. “Did we have a little accident?” She pressed down with her right foot, squashing James’ penis against his stomach. It became hard again under her foot and she almost slipped off which angered her. She bounced off him like a trampoline and walked over between his legs, kicking them apart slightly. “I guess I’ll have to do something about that.”

James closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in anticipation of another kick. What he got instead was an application of ice-cold soda to his nether regions. Kimberly doused his pants with the cola until the can was empty. The cold made his cock and balls shrink back into themselves and James was drenched. Kimberly dropped the can on the floor and walked out. “Clean up your mess,” was the last thing James heard as the door closed behind her.

James did his best getting the floor clean even while liquid dripped off his clothes. He crawled out of the kitchen and looked around. His sister was nowhere to be found. He crawled all around the apartment looking for her but to no avail. He decided that now would be a good time for a shower. Quickly he stripped off his sopping wet clothes and tossed them in the hamper. As soon as the water was hot enough he jumped into the shower.

The warm water felt good on his injured body parts, which he inspected for the first time. His balls were tender to the touch but the pain made him think about his sister’s shoe, crashing into his plums. The thought got him excited again and he soaped himself up, stroking his cock.

Suddenly the hot water was gone. Cold sprayed down on him and he lost his erection. He rinsed the soap off and leapt out of the shower. Kimberly was seated on the toilet, not looking very happy. James dropped to the floor remembering her command and also somewhat embarrassed at his nudity. He winced as his bruised balls hit the bathmat.

“Did I tell you to take a shower?” she asked impatiently.

“No, Princess, I just thought…”

“No one told you to think either, worm. You will follow my instructions, to the letter, or you will be punished. First of all, you are not to use the hot water. Hot water is for humans to clean themselves not little maggots like you. Secondly, you will not leave a room unless you are instructed to. Now stand up. I have a little present for you.”

James got up, trying to hide his shriveled package from Kimberly. She slapped his hands away effortlessly. This was the first time she had seen her little brother naked since they were kids and, even shrunken from the cold, he had grown into quite a man. In fact, he had the biggest set of balls she had ever seen, and that was saying a lot considering her profession. She didn’t let him know, of course, snidely commenting instead, “That’s all you’ve got?”

James’ face flushed; he had always thought himself at the very least average if not above it and now a ‘professional’ held its size in contempt. She reached behind her and handed him a small contraption. He looked at it, turned it around in his hands then looked back at Kimberly in puzzlement.

“It goes on that thing you call a cock,” she explained, exasperated. “I’d put it on you but there’s no way I’m touching that nasty thing. Your shaft goes through that plastic tube and your balls hang out that ring at the bottom.” James slipped it on somewhat easily although he did have a little difficulty forcing his scrotum through the ring. When it was finally on, Kimberly lifted the tube gingerly with her thumb and forefinger then snapped something on the underside.

“There we go. Now let me explain fully what this is. The tube is there so you won’t feel the need to masturbate. In fact, it’s quite impossible. Your balls are still free so that I can enact any kind of pain or punishment I see fit on them without any difficulty to me. And that snap you heard was the lock. It won’t come off until I unlock it, that is, unless you want to smash your pitiful prick with a hammer. You should be able to function fairly normally with it on, although a really stiff boner will probably cause at least a little discomfort.”

“Now then, it’s been a long eventful night and your Princess is a bit tired. You can sleep in here tonight. That will be your punishment for not listening to instructions. I brought an alarm clock for you. You’ll need to get up bright and early to start on your chores. I’ll leave a list for you in the kitchen. You can read it tomorrow while you make me breakfast.” She got up off the toilet and walked out. A moment later, she returned.

“Oops, almost forgot.” She rammed her knee up as hard as she could into James hanging balls. The air rushed out of him and he fell back to the cold tile floor. “Good night, worm,” she laughed, turning out the light, leaving him in darkness and pain.


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James was awakened at 6:30 the next morning by the incessant beeping of the alarm clock. His ‘morning wood’ strained inside its new fiberglass prison and his balls were aching from the previous night’s pounding. His sleep had been restless; his dreams filled with images of his beautiful, brutal, big sister. He was able to give himself some relief by taking a piss, but he really had the urge to masturbate, a morning habit he had had since Junior High. He tried moving the tube up and down his cock but that only succeeded in pulling his balls forward painfully. He was going to have to acquiesce to his sister’s whims. He pulled some boxer shorts out of the hamper and put them on then went to the kitchen to find out what his duties for the day were to be.

Sitting on the kitchen table was a legal pad with Kimberly’s handwriting filling out a page. It started, “Good morning, scumbag. I hope you had a pleasant sleep. Actually, I don’t care how your sleep was; I’m sure mine was fabulous. It was so tiring abusing you last night that I don’t have the effort to do any housework so from now on, you will be my maid. I expect everything spotless at all times… or you will be punished. I expect quiet in the mornings before I get up… or you will be punished. I expect breakfast in bed, and you are not to eat until after I do… or you will be punished. By following all my rules, this will become a mutually beneficial relationship. Your Princess is not above bestowing favors, even on someone as low as yourself.”

“Your chores for today, and indeed for everyday, will be to clean the apartment, quickly and quietly (you can save the vacuuming for when I am out of the building). At 11:00, I am to be awakened, gently, by your tongue cleaning my beautiful feet. My breakfast order for today is two soft-boiled eggs, two slices of toast and fresh-squeezed orange juice. Make sure it is ready when you wake me up. You should be able to find all the food necessary in the kitchen as well as cleaning supplies.”

“And one more thing… I hope that you are not wearing any clothes without my permission. You are to be nude at all times unless directed otherwise.” James stripped off his boxers even though he knew Kimberly was fast asleep. He scurried back to the bathroom and put them back in the hamper, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. It was nearly 7:00; he had to get started.

He cleaned as best as he could for the next few hours then made breakfast. Just in time, he finished. He put the food on a silver platter and rushed to his sister’s room. Quietly he opened the door and put the tray down on her dresser. He marveled at how lovely she was. Her bed covers were askew and almost all of her body was uncovered. She was clad in a white nightie that only went halfway down her thighs and contrasted with her tanned flawless skin. Her perfect pedicured toenails were painted a soft pink. James got down on his knees for a closer look.

He pressed his nose into the high arch of her left foot and breathed deeply. The scent was intoxicating and his mouth began to water. He lapped gently at the underside of her foot tasting just a hint of sweat. Kimberly stirred and shoved her petite toes into James’ mouth. He sucked on them while she watched then she pulled out her foot and replaced it with the right one. James ran his tongue around each individual toe, loving every minute of it. Kimberly began to get aroused at the sight of her little brother supplicating himself before her but decided to let those stirrings pass, for now.

She took her foot out of his mouth then slapped him across the face with it. “I’m ready for my breakfast now,” she stated matter-of-factly. “You may stand and serve me.” James brought the tray over to her bed and set up the tray’s retractable legs around her body. He stood and watched her silently as she ate her meal.

A few bites into her eggs and she spit them out disgustedly. “Thpppt! These are terrible! Where did you learn to soft-boil an egg? These are hard-boiled! Come over here and I’ll show you the difference!”

James did as instructed, bending down to take a closer look. Kimberly slapped his face. “Stand up, asswipe! Let me demonstrate.” She grabbed the tube around James’ penis and pulled him closer to her. Dumping one of the eggs from its cup, she delicately placed one of James’ testicles into it. They were nearly the same size.

“Now, pay attention! When you hit the top of a soft-boiled egg lightly with a spoon the shell should flake off.” She tapped at James’ testicle gently, causing him to flinch a bit. “But when an egg is hard-boiled,” she continued, “I have to hit it much harder!” WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! She brought the underside of the spoon crashing into his secured nut. The pain nearly made him black out but he kept standing. Not only was he standing, but his cock had come to attention as well, the head poking through the clear tube and dripping pre-cum.

This did not go unnoticed by Kimberley. She placed the other eggcup on the tip of his cock and started to fondle James’ balls. It was too much for him; he shot his load into the cup (which Kimberley kept stuck onto his throbbing member) until it dripped from the sides. When his cock withered back into the cylinder Kimberly yanked him down until he was on his knees.

“Breakfast is served!” she exclaimed with glee, pouring James’ hot semen into his gaping mouth. He gagged, sputtered and eventually swallowed while Kimberly just laughed. “I guess your breakfast wasn’t any better than mine!” She climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. “Clean this mess up. And you’d better not be in here when I get out of the shower, unless you want to swallow something worse…”

James composed himself as best he could; lying on the floor, then hurriedly gathered up Kimberly’s breakfast dishes and tray and took them to the kitchen. He ran back to her room and made her bed and got out just as he heard the shower water stop. Kimberly emerged from the bathroom moments later clad only in a towel. James was already on his hands and knees.

“Very good. Now go clean yourself off and get ready. You have fifteen minutes. We’re… actually, I’m… going shopping and I need some one to carry my things. And remember, no hot water.” James scurried past her and into the bathroom. He showered quickly (and uncomfortably) then crawled back to his room to get dressed. He was done in all of twelve minutes and he went out to the living room to wait for Princess Kimberly.

Fifteen minutes passed, then a half-hour, then an hour, two… James nodded off. He was awakened some time later by a sharp kick to the ribs. He rolled over and looked up. Kimberly was dressed in a leather mini-skirt, black knee-high boots (with at least a 4-inch heel) and a low-cut top that showed off an overwhelming portion of her ample cleavage. Despite his bruises, he felt his crotch tube fill up again.

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And so it went. Weeks passed and James grew to love being Kimberly’s slave. He kept her apartment (and her feet) spotless, did all the cooking for her and any other meaningless task she could think of. When he was good Kimberly would reward him with such things as being allowed to take a hot shower or stand nearly upright in his sister’s presence (always with his eyes below hers, of course). Every once in a while James would even be allowed to masturbate.

When he screwed up, she would punish him with devastating kicks to the groin, severe tramplings and near suffocations. He made sure to screw up often, as usually the penalties were much more gratifying than the rewards. Kimberly realized this of course and made sure nothing got out of hand; she was a professional after all.

She introduced him to Mistress Melissa who greeted him with a hard kick to the nuts when he extended his hand to her. When he recovered, Melissa had him clean her office and, when he finished, to thank him, she leveled another kick into him and allowed him to clean her feet.

On Melissa’s suggestion, James became the chief cameraman for Kimberly’s videos. After all, it saved them on having to hire one and James actually got quite good. Sales went up and Melissa was happy. Kimberly’s cash flow was increased and she was happy. James was getting regular testicle abuse from the most beautiful women he had ever seen and he was happy.

After a few months had gone by James realized that Kimberly’s birthday would soon be there and he wanted to give her a special present. He decided to broach the subject one evening. He was crouched down at her feet licking them clean. She was seated on the couch watching television and rubbing a vibrator along her clit, something she liked to do after a long session of abusing a client (James was not allowed to watch the masturbation, of course). The abusing, along with James’ expert foot worship, always made her horny and in need of some release. After she had climaxed and James had cleaned her feet to their mutual satisfaction, he spoke.

“Princess?” he said timidly.

“Yes, little one?” she replied with some anger in her voice. She was tired from a long day and ready for bed. James was going to get the shit kicked out of him if this wasn’t worth it.

“Well, I remembered that this upcoming Saturday is your birthday and I wanted to give you a special present.”

Kimberly stood and laughed. “You? Want to give me a present? What could you possibly give me? You don’t have any money, any skills. You’re completely useless!” He was really going to get it for this impudence.

“Of course, you are right, my Princess,” he answered back. “I am completely unfit to even be in your presence. You have everything. You are everything and everything I have is yours to do with as you please. I was hoping to please you by offering one of my testicles to do with as you will, to destroy utterly if that is your pleasure.”

Kimberly smiled. She bent down and raised James’ head till his eyes met hers. “What a beautiful and thoughtful gift. You have made your Princess happy. For that you deserve a reward.” She unlatched the device around James’ cock then sat back down on the couch with her feet up. James immediately started to jerk off, the tip of his cock brushing against the underside of his sister’s perfect arches. He exploded moments later all over her feet and instantly began to lap them clean again.

While he did his duty, Kimberly spoke again. “I hope you enjoyed that as it is the last time you’ll be able to cum with both testicles. I am going to leave the device off all week and I want you to jerk yourself at least five times a day. But you are not allowed to cum! I want you jerking until just before you release and then stop. I want those balls blue and full of juice when I pulverize it.” She got up and went to her bedroom leaving James on the floor with thoughts of Saturday already racing through his head.


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Doing as he was instructed, James jerked off dutifully as much as possible in the upcoming days until Kimberly’s birthday. This was not a difficult task to do in that just the thought of his beautiful sister destroying his nut was enough to almost bring him to orgasm. But James some how managed to keep himself in check, stopping just before climax each time. He didn’t want to disappoint Kimberley after all; she seemed to be looking forward to it as much as he was.

Finally, Saturday arrived. James awakened in the doggie bed Kimberly graciously allowed him to sleep in, prepared her a special birthday breakfast and then delicately licked her feet until she stirred.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she drifted back into consciousness. “How do those 22-year-old feet taste? Any different?”

“Delicious as always, Princess,” he replied during licks. “And happy birthday.”

“Why thank you, my soon-to-be one-balled little slave. I hope you’ve been filling those plums full of juice for me…”

“Yes, Princess, as you’ve instructed.”

“Good. Why don’t you stand up and show me what you’ve been doing.”

James got to his feet and stood beside her bed. He was already hard as he always was when near his sister’s feet. Kimberly watched and ate her breakfast while he slowly rubbed his cock in front of her. “What are you thinking about right now?” she asked.

“Your beautiful foot, smashing my nut into pulp,” he replied.

“And what if I decide not to take your ball today?”

James gulped as a feeling of rejection came over him. “I-I…” he stammered. “Wh-whatever is your wish. My testicles are yours to do with as you like…”

“Excellent response, little man,” she said, reaching over to fondle his scrotum. “Maybe I’ll just take one right now.” She began to squeeze the left one. “I’ll bet, as full as these are, I could POP this with my bare hand.”

James continued to stroke. The pain was becoming intense and a tear ran down his cheek, matching the pre-cum that dribbled out of his dick. “Pl-please, Princess…” he managed to stutter out.

Kimberly didn’t know whether James wanted her to continue or stop (James probably didn’t know either) but she released her grip nonetheless. She had plans for later and wasn’t going to ruin them by having an out-of-commission slave. The moment she released, James stopped jerking as well. Another few seconds and his load would have been all over the wall. He stood there breathing hard until Kimberly finished her breakfast.

When she was done, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a legal-sized sheet of paper. “I have a new set of tasks for you,” she said as she handed him the list. “I need all of these done today, and you are not to return home until they are all completed. In reality, most, if not all, of the jobs were unnecessary; the list was just a way to get James out of the way for most of the day while Kimberly got her place ready for the evening. James accepted the list begrudgingly not knowing if he could ever get all of the things done in just one day.

“You may begin as soon as you clear these dishes and clean the kitchen. And remember you still have to jerk off at least four more times today. Make sure to fit that in your schedule.”

The rest of the day James spent completing all the tasks on his list, getting the car washed, picking up Kimberly’s clothes from the cleaners, food shopping and various other duties that James figured could be done at other times. After all, he wanted to spend the day with his big sister. He found no difficulty in jerking off the remaining times (thoughts of Kimberly’s deadly feet got him hard every time) although he did find it tricky to find privacy at times.

Finally, early in the evening he returned to the apartment, his arms loaded with groceries and clothes. He opened the door and flicked on the lights. Nothing happened. “Must need a new bulb,” he thought when unexpectedly he felt a dull thud of a combat boot to his groin. He dropped his packages and fell to the ground. Instantly he felt hands and nails clawing at him, shredding his clothes. He had no fight in him, the sudden attack after the groin kick leaving him breathless. Moments later the unknown attackers were pulling him along the floor. He felt and heard manacles being placed around his ankles, as his legs were forcibly spread-eagled. Similar cuffs were put on his wrists, his arms now stretched over his head.

Suddenly the lights came on. As his eyes adjusted, the first thing James focused on was Melissa standing in front of him, looking sultry in a dark-green evening gown with shiny, black, 4-inch pumps. She was not alone though. Surrounding James’ prone form were all of Kimberly’s dominatrix friends and co-workers. To his right was Ling, an Asian beauty wearing a red silk kimono with matching pumps. Next to her were Eva and Ava, blonde twins, dressed as always in identical blue-and-white cheerleader outfits with corresponding saddle shoes. To his left was Tori, a redhead, looking dazzling in a sparkly silver cocktail dress with similar heels. Beside her was her lesbian lover Angela, decked out in her finest combat fatigues. There were a few others that James didn’t know, but he guessed from their outfits that they were in the same line of work as Kimberly.

“Good evening James,” Melissa purred. “It’s about time you got home. We’ve been waiting for you.” James looked up perplexed and more than a little afraid. “Kimberly had to go out for awhile but she told us to amuse ourselves till she got back. Our only rules were we aren’t allowed to pop one of your nuts or make you cum. Other than that, we were to do whatever we wanted.” She bent down and grabbed James’ nutsack. “And you’d better make us all happy!” She twisted it until James’ eyes watered then released him as all the women walked off.

Someone turned on some music and James looked around the room. It was all set up for a party. They were going to have Kimberley’s birthday party with him strapped to the floor! For about a half an hour the party went on and no one even acknowledged James’ presence. Eventually he heard the voices coming near him. It was Ling and another woman James didn’t know. They were talking and laughing as they neared James. Without even looking down, they stepped onto his torso and stopped. Ling’s heels dug into his chest every time she laughed and the other woman’s platforms pressed down hard on his stomach. A few minutes later, they stepped off as if they had just walked off a rug. James’ body was red with heel marks and punctures.

Every few minutes one or two more women would come by and do the same. Some stopped and conversed, some just walked on and over him and one (Tori) even did a rendition of the twist. Little did James know this was just step one of the evening.

While James was recovering Eva and Ava came by and crouched down next to his head.

“We hear that Kimberly is going to destroy your testicle tonight,” Eva giggled (or was it Ava?).

“That’s really exciting. You know, we obliterated our brother’s balls a few years ago,” responded Ava (Eva?).

“That’s true,” said Eva. “In fact that’s how we got started in this business. We had so much fun demolishing his manhood that we found a way to make money at it as well.”

“And we were wearing these exact outfits, except with heels,” continued Ava. “He was a little younger than you but now he’s a eunuch anyway.” Both girls laughed and, despite his fear, James felt himself getting aroused.

“Look Ava, he likes you,” said Eva, pointing at James’ cock, standing up but leaning towards Ava.

“Ewww, I don’t want it,” she said, slapping it away.

“Well, I certainly don’t want it,” Eva replied, slapping it back. James grimaced as the two cheerleaders took turns seeing how hard they could smack his rod. Finally, Ava stood up, looked down and stepped down on his now withered cock, pinning it to his stomach.

“Hmph! That settles that!” she declared as she walked off. Eva followed, giving his dick a tiny kick in the opposite direction.

James had no time to recover when Tori and Angela came over to him. “Let me see your tongue, you pitiful worm,” ordered Angela. James did as instructed.

“Mmmm, it’s very pretty,” said Tori. “But not as pretty as yours, lover.” She gave Angela a deep kiss. “I think he deserves a little something for being such a good sport tonight.” She raised her skirt revealing her bare ass and pussy. She squatted over his face. “Why don’t you put that pretty tongue to use, cleaning my asshole.” She placed her ass over James’ still-open mouth then dropped down. James jammed his tongue in-and-out repeatedly while Tori writhed around, moaning. Her clit pulsed directly in James’ line of vision. This did not go unnoticed by Angela. She dropped to her knees and began to lap at Tori’s pussy driving her into a frenzy. James had to gasp for breath as the two women nearly blocked off his air supply.

Suddenly Tori screamed with delight as she orgasmed from the double cunnilingus. Angela pulled away, a self-satisfied smile on her face. Tori slid off James face, panting. “Thank you James. You can feel good you’ve at least satisfied one woman in your life.” She grabbed Angela and gave her a long kiss and the women walked off holding hands.

James watched them walk off then felt an odd sensation on his balls. Ling was silently applying some sort of goop to his nutsack just beneath the base of his now-hard cock. It was warm and felt comforting on his abused manhood. That is until Ling ripped off the wax in one quick pull, along with whatever hairs were on James’ sack. He yelped in pain as Ling moaned with satisfaction and applied another layer of warm wax. Again and again she ripped, then spread more wax, until James’ bag was as smooth as a newborn’s.

Ling ran her red manicured fingernail around James’ balls, inspecting her handiwork. James flinched slightly but Ling was very gentle. She bent down and kissed his hairless scrotum them spit out a mouthful of vodka. James winced and strained at his bonds as the alcohol seeped into his open pores. Ling stood and watched noiselessly while James thrashed below her. When he finally stopped moving (except for his heavy breathing), she turned on her heels and walked away as quietly as she had arrived.

“I guess you didn’t expect all this, did you?” James heard the haze of pain. He looked over and saw Melissa walking towards him, her bare legs showing through the long slits in her gown. “Kimberly and I have been planning this for awhile. We knew you’d give up your ball eventually. You should feel proud. A party similar to this one cost a very famous Hollywood producer over $25,000… and a trip to the hospital. Since you obviously can’t pay that sum of money you’re going to have to satisfy me to make up for it.” She opened up her hand and revealed what appeared to be a black condom. She bent down so James could get a closer look.

“This is of my design. It’s nearly twenty times thicker than the average condom and guaranteed to give the wearer, you in this case, absolutely no pleasure whatsoever.” With a few strokes from her delicate hand, James was back to full readiness and Melissa expertly slipped the condom on over his engorged shaft. She stood and shimmied out of her gown exposing her taut and tanned body to him. His cock strained inside the dark sheath. She mounted him with ease then sat motionless. James was unsure what to do. Was he to do the work while she perched on top of him? His questions were answered before he could even voice them.

Melissa shouted, “Now, ladies!” and James felt a platform heel smash into his balls. He jerked upward involuntarily and thrust into Melissa. As soon as his ass hit the floor, the point of a stiletto shoe found its way to James ballsack. Again, he drove his cock up into Melissa, deeper this time. Another kick, another thrust, again and again. James felt sneakers and boots, bare feet and heels, it seemed every type of footwear imaginable, connect with his unprotected nuts. And with every kick, his dick pulsed up inside Melissa’s wet snatch. Soon she could not control herself. She squirmed on his shaft, riding him hard. She scratched red lines into his bare torso and eventually shrieked a high-pitched wail when she came.

Finally the kicks stopped and Melissa crumpled on top of James, panting and sweating. He remained hard inside her despite the dull throbbing pain in his testicles. Melissa kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered to him, “You were wonderful,” before pulling her exhausted body off his.

Melissa and a few of the other women unlocked James’ shackles but he was too beaten down to do anything but lie on the floor where he was. As he awaited his next torture, he was suddenly pulled up to his feet by the cheerleading twins. Despite their slight stature, they held him tightly and with surprising strength. They threw him up against the living room wall and pinned his arms back, making sure he was looking at his sister’s bedroom door.

Slowly the door opened. A cloud of smoke wafted up from the floor. Then Kimberly emerged. She was clad head-to-toe in tight, shiny, black latex. She carried a cat-o-nine-tails whip and she had on the most wicked pair of open-toe, black, 5-inch, stiletto heels that James had ever seen. He had never seen her look so beautiful… or so deadly.

“Let him go girls,” she ordered Eva and Ava. “He’s not going anywhere.” The twins released James and true to Kimberly’s statement, he stayed put against the wall. Kimberly sidled up to him slowly; the only sound in the room was of her heels on the hard floor.

“I’ve been watching you James. I’ve seen how you were with all my girlfriends. You did very well.” She smiled then quickly raised her latex-covered knee up into his balls. The air went out of James’ body and he would have fallen to the floor if not for Kimberly holding him up. Again and again she shot her knee up until she tired of it and threw James back down to the floor.

“You see, little brother, I’ve always found it easier to break eggs with a soft shell, so I’ve let my friends do the… tenderizing for me.” She kicked his balls to punctuate her sentence. Prodding his sack with her toes, she stated, “And I see they’ve done a very good job.” Another kick. “Now we just need to fill those plums with juice so they’ll burst even better.” She reached down and pulled off the black condom that was still on his somewhat withered cock, making sure to ‘accidentally’ let it snap back onto the head of his prick before pulling it off entirely.

She ran the tip of her heel along the base of his dick, getting him hard yet again. “You know what to do now, don’t you little man?” James responded by stroking his battered member.

“Not so fast!” she said, raising her foot above his head. “I want you to match my speed. Now open wide!” James opened his mouth and Kimberly slowly entered it with her stiletto heel. “Suck it!” she commanded. He did as he was told and Kimberly moved the heel up and down, slowly at first but then with more and more speed. James replied by stroking his cock exactly in time with her. Kimberly watched as the head of his cock turned a bright purple and she knew he was ready to burst. She pulled her shoe out of his mouth and James ceased his jerking off, mere strokes from completion.

“Sit up; your Princess requires another service from you.” James did and Kimberly straddled his body pulling his head to her rubber-sheathed crotch. “Lick it!” James licked the crotch clean as Kimberly moaned. “Can you smell it? Can you smell my cum?” Kimberly asked. “You’ve been such a good slave. You’ve made your Princess cum so many times tonight and soon you will be making the ultimate sacrifice.” She placed her right shoe on James over-inflated left ball. “Watching you take all that punishment and service all those women made me cum all night.” Slowly she increased the pressure downward. Tears formed in James eyes but he continued to clean the latex crotch of his sister/Princess/dominatrix. “But nothing could make me cum like this!” She grabbed James by the head and looked into his eyes as she applied all of her weight downward. James’ eyes widened as his ball gave way with a sickening ‘SQUICK’. Cum shot from his dick landing all over Kimberly’s legs and feet and James passed out from the excruciating pain. Kimberly nearly collapsed as well from the overwhelming waves of orgasm shooting through her body.

Quickly Melissa was at James’ side. She opened up a capsule of smelling salts under his nose and he shot back to consciousness. He first thought was that of unbearable pain coming from his balls, the balls his sister was still standing on. Kimberly looked down on him and smiled, lifting her foot up. Unexpectedly she slammed her heel down again on the pulpy mass that was his testicle. Over and over, she smashed the cartilage until it felt like warm jelly in his nutsack. With each stomp Kimberly came again and James somehow stayed conscious for the remainder of the destruction.

Finally she stopped. His testicle was ruined beyond all repair and he had given his sister the greatest gift he had. Kimberly knew this and she knelt down and kissed him on the forehead. “Thank you for the present. You’re the best little brother a girl could want.” James felt relief wash over him. The terrible, beautiful night was at an end. “There’s just one thing,” Kimberly continued. “Clean this off this instant, you worm!” She stood and shoved her cum-splattered foot into James face. As he greedily licked off his own semen from his sister’s leg, foot and shoe, he heard the applause of the women in the room in awe of Kimberly’s performance.