Ballbusting Step Family - Chapter 6: Submission

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/14bfg4v/ballbusting_step_family_chapter_1_caught_in_the/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/14fm3s3/ballbusting_step_family_chapter_2_the_opening/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/14ghgeb/ballbusting_step_family_chapter_3_end_of_the/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/14ky5e6/ballbusting_step_family_chapter_4_domination/)

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/14nk4k1/ballbusting_step_family_chapter_5_full_dominatrix/)

**Chapter 6: Submission**

Tara stood over Johnny, her heart racing with excitement as she took in the sight of his exposed and vulnerable testicles, still tight in their silicone restraint. With each passing moment, the urge to take complete control of his masculinity became more and more powerful. He had consented to this punishment, she could do whatever she wanted; she shook with giddy excitement.

As she raised one of her platform boots, she allowed herself a moment of self-indulgence, admiring the sharpness of the stiletto heel and smooth texture along the length of her leg. She was proud of her toned body at 40 years; perhaps she was always meant to be a dominatrix. With a slow and deliberate motion, she lowered her foot down towards Johnny's testicles, letting the heel sink into the fleshy sack. Moving the heel around she applied just enough pressure to make him gasp in anticipation. She began rolling his balls back and forth, playing and experimenting. She started to poke his balls directly with the tall heels, pressing them into his sack and twisting playfully

Johnny felt goosebumps cover his body. He was nervous; still on his stomach with arms and legs firmly bound, he could not see or anticipate his step mother’s next moves. He could feel her increasing the pressure of her prods ever so slightly. Each time she pressed, he let out a low moan that increased in volume the harder she pressed. What he couldn’t quite figure was if his moaning was more pleasure or pain?

Using her new tools, Tara repeated this testicle skewering process several times, each time exerting more pressure as Johnny's moans grew louder with a hint of desperation. She loved the feeling of power it gave her, being able to control his reactions and body with suck a tiny amount of force. The leather boot heel was the perfect tool for the job, firm, allowing her to apply just the right amount of pressure. Occasionally she would pause, holding one heel steady to isolate a testicle while applying more pressure with the other.

Tara experienced an increasing sense of thrill as her stepson writhed beneath her foot, his body completely at her mercy. She grew more and more aroused, her desire bring him pain growing stronger with each passing second; she was definitely going to get off on this later. Her leather boot heels firmly in control, there was nothing Johnny could do but submit to her every whim.

As Tara continued to manipulate Johnny's sensitive spheres, a growing hardness came into focus. Amused by his protruding erection, she began talking in a babyish mocking tone, “Mmm, you like having mommy’s heels in your balls, Johnny? What if I crush them into jelly?” He deserved to feel shame, but her sadistic nature enjoyed it regardless. “Beg me to stomp on your balls, slave! Beg me to punish you and further correct the error of your ways.”

“P-Please, Mistress Tara…” Johnny croaked. He was figuring out how this game worked – there was only one correct way to answer. “Please stomp my balls, Mistress! Please punish and correct me!” With his previous consent, he now was determined to endure…but he still couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Beaming, Tara stood up, being sure to put her full weight in to her meat-stabbing heels as she did so. She then turned around to stand between Johnny’s bound legs. A wicked grin spread across her face as she raised her foot behind her toned backside. Like a pendulum she brought it swinging down, crashing hard into the V between his legs and smashing his unprotected, silicone-bound balls into his ass. Johnny’s agonized scream filled the room as he writhed about on the floor. Tara had to forcefully press a foot into his back to hold him in place giggling at his futile attempts to except the pain.

Tara gazed down at her new slave with a sadistic grin, her sharp heel pressing into his back as she kept his body from rolling over. She savored the moment while giving him precious seconds to recover, thoroughly enjoying the way he was completely broken and helpless under her command. There was nothing he could do to stop her. Raising her right foot just above his sac, she paused for a moment before sending it into a swift downward motion.

WHAM!

She brought the sole of her platform crashing down onto his scrotum, eliciting a shriek from her slave as he thrashed about. He was unable to escape as her boot held his sack to the hardwood floor.

SMASH!

Johnny let out another howl of pain as Tara brought it down again, this time targeting his left testicle. The squishing sound of her boot connecting with his flesh contrasted with the sharp echo of the heel hitting the wood floor. Tara's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she saw tears beginning streaming down his face, knowing that she held complete control over his masculinity.

“Please mistress…not this, mercy!” Johnny whimpered.

Tara’s sadistic laughter filled the room. She lifted up her left platform boot aiming squarely for the middle of her son’s balls.

CRUNCH!

The sole made contact with his tender flesh, sending a jolt of pain coursing through his entire body. Johnny yelled in pain, much to his mom’s delight. Without waiting, she quickly raised foot high into the air and brought it down again with more force, crushing Johnny's testicles under the weight of her boot. He felt like he was being split in two from the double-stomp as waves of agony shot through his groin area.

“Shut the fuck up, slave!” Tara cackled. “I own you! Once we start there is no backing out – you can only endure. Buck-up and take it!”

With every stomp, Tara's boots crunched Johnny's vulnerable balls to the hard floor, causing him to cry out in agony and writhe helplessly over and over. Tara could see the tears streaming down his face, but she didn't show any mercy; the feeling of his flesh giving way under the force of her boots was captivating. She took turns stomping on each testicle, feeling each ball flatten under her pressure. She was relishing in the feeling of power that came with dominating another human being so completely. With each stomp, she could feel the impact reverberating through her entire body, sending shivers of pleasure mixed with sadism down her spine.

Tara varied the angle and intensity of her stomps, ensuring that every inch of Johnny's genitals was thoroughly crushed beneath her platform boots. Each time she connected with his balls, there was a sickening crunching sound, and Johnny's cries of pain filled the room.

After a while, Tara paused for a moment, admiring the way Johnny’s balls were now swollen and bruised from her assault. Then, without warning, she lifted her foot high into the air and brought it crashing down once more, this time targeting his cock. The sudden shockwave of pain made Johnny convulse, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he gasped for air.

Tara continued her cruel punishment, alternating between stomping on the balls and crushing the cock under the her platform boots. However, she also began gradually reducing the force. She didn’t want him to pass out, nor create long lasting damage; that would limit future opportunities for torture! Each time she connected with his flesh, he let out a howl, his body writhing and twisting under her control. Despite his continued cries of pain, as the crushing became less intense Tara could see Johnny’s cock was beginning to grow hard, the pain somehow adding to his desperate arousal.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tara stopped her assault and stepped back from her slave. He lay there on the floor, gasping for breath, unable to move or speak. In spite of his tears, the more gentle crushing had caused him to become rock-hard.

“Well now..” Tara exclaimed. “I’ve shown you the stick… perhaps now you are ready for the carrot?”

Tara squat down and sat on Johnny’s swollen ass cheeks. She began to gently rub her PVC-clad fingers up and down his shaft, gently fingering the sensitive head between her thumb and index finger. As his erection throbbed, she planted her left boot heel firmly into his nutsack. Johnny was a mix of mindsets. Moans of desire and discomfort escaped his lips as she teased and tortured him, alternating between stabs of pain and strokes of pleasure. Soon Johnny was moaning in delight. Tara smiled in anticipation.

Turning around, she knelt down to place the leather-clad knee of her thigh-high boot onto his ballsack. Suddenly, Johnny's moans of pleasure turned into gasps of pain as Tara let her weight pressed down on his tender nuts. He groaned in both pain and pleasure, his body writhing beneath her force. She could feel his cock twitching against her fingers; it was enjoying the attention. With a wicked grin, Tara removed her boot from his scrotum and wrapped her fingers tightly around his throbbing member. She stroked him steadily, watching as he arched his back and let out a low growl of pleasure. His moaning gradually increased pace until she stopped suddenly, leaving him teetering on the edge of orgasm. Johnny whimpered in frustration, but his mom only laughed.

"You're not allowed to cum yet!" she shouted as she drove a fist into his balls. As Johnny screamed and contorted in his bonds from the unexpected blow, she added "You have to ask me for release – and you have not earned it yet!"

Tara placed her leather knee onto his cock so she could feel his warm throbbing underneath. She let the tip stick out as she again teased the tip with her fingers. She then repeated the tease-and-denial process several more times. Each time Johnny was close to release, she would smash a fist into his balls, sending him into convolutions of pain.

Eventually, Tara leaned forward, her long hair cascading over Johnny's back and bound hands as she placed more pressure on his member with her booted knee. She leaned in close and whispered, "You're mine now, Johnny. Don't forget it." With that, she spit on his cock then continued to manipulate his shaft with her gloved fingers, alternating between gentle strokes and firm grips.

Johnny couldn't believe what was happening. He was being turned on by his step mom's sadistic dominance and touch. He had always thought of her as a nurturing figure, but now she was taking control of him in ways that made him feel submissive and vulnerable. The sight of his leather-clad step mother looking sexier than any girl he'd ever seen should be repulsive to him. However, he couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed the pain and pleasure that she was inflicting upon him - it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt ashamed for feeling this way about his mom, yet despite all attempts he couldn't stop the waves of arousal that washed over him with each stroke and jab. She was forcing him to arousal! It was a confusing and conflicting situation that he was struggling to come to terms with.

“You’d better ask me for release, Johnny!” Tara said as she picked up the pace. Despite her stern tone, she was absolutely enjoying herself. There was something intoxicating about being able to dominate another person so completely, to make them submit to your every whim. And with Johnny, she finally had a willing victim.

As her seductive fingers continued to rub his glans, the mixed feelings of desire and confusion became too much for Johnny to handle. He began to beg “Please let me cum, Mistress Tara…I can’t hold it…please…”

“Not yet…NOT YET!” Tara said, laughing as she momentarily stopped the stroking. She could feel his member’s hard throbbing underneath; she laughed thinking about how stupidly simple men were. She began lightly brushing his pinned-down head with the tips of her gloves as Johnny whimpered, struggling with all his might to contain himself. She could feel his body shaking all the way down through his cock, the warmth of it radiating through her leather-clad knee as she kept it pinned to the floor. Adjusting her position, she pinned down the full length of his shaft with her boot and began pumping it with rocking motions as her fingers glanced against the head underneath.

“OK, slave – NOW! Cum for me, bitch!” The new pressure and approval was all he needed. With one final heave Johnny shook in an explosive ejaculation. Tara giggled with delight as she felt the spurts of semen shoot out between her knee and the floor. She began smacking his ass with her hand, laughing out loud as he continued to moan with orgasmic relief, oblivious to her slaps.

Post-nut clarity slowly washed over Johnny as he lay on the floor panting. The whole experience had been terrifying. And yet, his repeated boners throughout the session meant he could not deny the elements of exhilaration from being at Tara's mercy. Despite the agony she had inflicted upon him, he felt a sense of twisted loyalty towards his stepmom-turned-dominatrix. As he lay there trembling on the floor, the immense pain to his battered balls began to return with pronounced force. He knew that he would do anything to obey her and avoid the wrath of her towering platform boots.

As Johnny’s head collapsed to the ground in fatigue, Tara grinned and stood. Rocking her foot on the tall heel, she allowed the boot’s platform to slowly descend onto his balls for a final crush. Johnny began to groan and squirm as she rocked forward ever so slowly, slowly flattening his testicles.

“Well, slave? Thank your mistress!” she said with mirth.

Struggling through grunts, Johnny’s began to thank her profusely, hoping for an end to the pressure that was so much worse post-orgasm. Satisfied, Tara finally stepped off and strode to the kitchen to clean his spunk from her boot. She returned with an icepack for the swollen sac; aftercare was always important. Despite the sadistic pleasure coursing through her veins, she wanted the best for her son; that was the end goal of this discipline after all. Johnny breathed with relief as his mother placed the cool pack on his aching eggs. Tara began to slowly caress his head, just as she had done when he was little.

“Well done, Johnny, I’m so happy for you. We’ve definitely got some things to work on, but this was a good start. Now relax honey – mommy’s got you!”

As she continued to tended to his pain and swelling, Tara decided to keep him tied up a bit longer. The smile on her face turned triumphant inside, confident that at any time, whether in joy or misfortune, she now held absolute dominance over him.