My stories are always long so here’s a shorter one

Always the context: back in college I dated a girl named Dani and we were initially in a dom/sub relationship with me as the dom but I eventually introduced ballbusting and it blossomed into a glorious mess of sexual energy.

One time she and I made a bet about something (the gambling background is a long story for a different day but many busts came out of it).

She won the bet and her prize was a surprise bust of me whenever she felt like it. She took advantage and turned it into a mind game. I had *no idea* when she was going to bust me, just that it *was* going to happen.

Random ball tap in the hallway? Kick from behind in the kitchen? Tennis ball to the crotch during a match (a favorite of hers…)? I could not guess but was constantly on alert.

Or I should have been…

We’re at the mall to meet some friends for lunch but we get there early and do some shopping. I’m holding a couple bags when we get on the elevator on the first floor to go to the third floor to head to the food court.

As the elevator doors close, while looking at her phone, she says.

“You need to be ready by the time the doors open.”

Before I can say, “What?” she swings her purse into my crotch smashing my nuts. I’m immediately bent at the waist with some wobbly legs.

When she aimed for the balls she rarely missed. She did not miss this time either.

“Man up, we’re almost there.”

I take a deep breath and try to keep myself standing as the pain bellows in my sack and climbs into my stomach.

“Aw you bitch.” I mutter through clinched teeth.

“Yea.” She just says, checking her make up through selfie mode on her phone.

The bell rings and the doors open. My balls are ringing louder but I eat it and we leave the elevator to go see our friends.