Your ball's are mine!

Why do I ballbust? Simple, because I want to feel in control, I want to feel power. Guys have a glaring weakness, I have to exploit it. I don't care if they feel immense pain, I don't care if they constantly beg me to stop. I won't. Not until I've cum. Not until I've had enough. And that can take minutes, or it can take hours. Either way I always get what I want. And I take it, every opportunity I get. 


The concept is simple. I always bust balls in heels. Because to me I feel most powerful when I'm in them. And I always capture my targets using them. It's easy to spot the poor fuckers who have a fetish for them. 


Last night was no exception. It was the middle of winter. Perfect boot season weather. It was ice cold outside. And I've dominated more men from wearing my boots than anything else. The boot fetish is so strong in the middle of the city. It's hustle and bustle normally. But whenever I wear them I always strike gold. 


As I zipped up my thigh high black boots over my skin tight jeans I felt the power surging through my veins. I was desperate to ballbust. I hadn't kicked some nuts for a few weeks and now I was ready to destroy some balls and the ego of the guy as well. I checked my tight top which accentuated my huge cleavage and made sure my lipstick was perfect and grabbed my keys and walked out the door. 


I usually hunted prey alone. Because I didn't want to share the experience with anyone. Plus being alone in a bar made it easier to get the attention I wanted. As I stepped into the bar it was packed with plenty of potential targets. As a tall woman in stiletto boots I turned heads easily. My dark black hair, my Hazel eyes and my 5ft 10ins height made me a perfect 10 to guys. And having drunk a few beers they usually lost their shyness. 


I never bust a nice guy. Some may say that shows I have a heart, and it's true. But I never hurt marriage material guys. I always hunt for the egotistical son of a bitch who thinks with his dick. I sit at the bar and order a drink. Non alcoholic so I can keep my wits about me. I scan around the room and spot the group where my next target will be. It's clear to me that they are somewhat aghast that a Latin woman has entered their local bar. Whether it's blatant racism or just the beer talking they are shouting lewd comments at several patrons who are not regulars. Then they spot me alone. 


Easy target acquired, they must be thinking. But I've got their number. The ringleader of the group strides over and leans right next to me facing me. His lips are barely apart from my own. I can smell the whiskey on his breath. This could go one of two ways. Either I walk out alone with him. Or I gain the attention of the whole group and have to abandon my mission. 


"Hey, pretty lady. We don't see the likes of you here often?" He sneers towards me. I decided to play it cool. 


"What, you mean pretty ladies don't come in here often?" I smile towards him, flashing my perfect white teeth at him. 


"Urm, no, I mean women coming in alone. I haven't seen you here before?" He seems nervous, probably realising I have a brain in my head rather than just air.


"Ohhhh, yeah my friend just bailed on me so I'm just gonna have a drink and leave." I put on my best puppy dog eyes to show my fake sadness. A pout helps the situation too. 


"Oh, that's a shame, would you like to join me and the lads tonight instead? We're just shooting some pool. We'll show you a good time." I look over my shoulder at his group then back at him. 


"Nah, I appreciate the offer but I'm okay." I go to turn away and his hand grabs my face. 


"It wasn't an offer, it was an order bitch. Now be a good girl and come along. We don't bite……much." He laughed at his own joke. I had to be careful here as it was going into dangerous ground. 


"Tell you what, why don't we go back to my place. Just me and you. Then we can see how badly you bite?" I had changed the terms, now I could see his brain trying to work out what to do next. I drain my drink and stand up. With my pointy toe boots and their 5in heel I stand at 6ft 3ins tall. I tower above the guy, his hand is still on my face. I brush it off and place my hands on his shoulders. 


"Come on, are you man enough to fuck my brains out then or just talk? You can have me all to yourself tonight. What do you say?" I raise an eyebrow, it usually works. All those guys who think with their dicks usually step forward when you question their manliness. It's just part of their process. 


"Oh baby, I'm gonna fuck you real good and real hard." I can already feel his cock against my leg, he's hard already. This was going to be real fucking easy once I got him alone. He was practically ready to fuck. Or what I was going to do was fuck him up. Real good. 


I grab his hand and begin leading him to the door. He waves goodbye to his pals and thrusts towards them indicating his intentions. They whoop and holler congratulations at him as we step out the door. 


I unlock the door to my jeep and usher him inside. We begin the journey in silence. But I need to know something. So I just came out with it. 


"So, why did you come over to the bar and chat to me?" It was an innocent question, but one I like to know the answer to. 


"Those huge titties and the long fuck me boots you're wearing. Just a killer combo. Soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted to fuck you." Wow, just absolutely perfect. 


"So, you want me to keep the boots on when we fuck then baby?" I laid on the charm. I could still see the bulge in his pants. 


"Hell yeah baby, they're perfect on you. I'm gonna ride that pussy hard if you keep them on." Oh, he's in such deep shit. I can't wait to destroy him. 


We rode along for the next few minutes just going back and forth. I'm working him up and keeping him hard. By the time we get back to my place he's primed and ready for phase two of my plan. I just need to time the rest of my plan just right then the rest of the evening will go like clockwork. 


We step inside and he takes his clothes off straight away. That's never happened before but it saves me having to remove them. I usher him into my spare room but he's a little shocked to see no bed in it. Now it's time to strike. 


I turn around and his legs are spread perfectly. I can see my target and I step towards him and with no trailing right leg I launch a full power kick hard into his balls. I can feel the strike land perfectly. His balls slam hard against his pelvis and I leave my boot planted firmly against his balls. I feel them fall back against my boot and rest against the middle of my foot. His balls are right against the middle of my boot, I can feel his nuts against the middle of my foot through the leather. His face contorted from rage to the realisation of the pain of the blow. His hands flail and desperately try to grab his balls, but my boot is preventing it. All part of my plan of course. His hand grabs my boot but there's no strength there. After about 5 seconds I remove my boot and he falls to the floor. 


He can't speak, the pain ricochets so deep within his brain his mouth doesn't work. The look of shock and pain is written across his face. He looks up at me with desperation, trying to work out what I was doing and why. His body begins shaking, fear and extreme pain can be really tough to deal with, and his body and brain was in full overload. But his silence works for me, saves me telling him to shut the fuck up. He's laying on his back holding his nuts. Now it's time to strap him up. 


I drag him to some straps I have on the floor. I sit on his face and strap his arms down. He offers no resistance, his body trying to avoid further pain but still not registering the kick I just gave him. I strap his legs up and now he is tied up on my floor with his legs spread. He finally manages to croak out some words but they lack the menace they had in the bar. 


"Untie me you bitch. I'm gonna kill you whore." I laugh as I go to my drawer. I take out a ball gag and my gloves. I shove the gag in his mouth hard, showing him who's boss. Once he's gagged I know the real fun is about to begin. 


As I walk and stand between his legs I begin putting my long leather gloves on. I look him deep in the eyes and begin informing my victim of the events he's about to be a part of. 


"So tonight is going to be hell on earth for you. But it'll be so much fun for me. These gloves, and these boots are going to be my best friend, and your worst enemy. I'm gonna be having fun with those little balls of yours. Before I finish with you I'm going to make sure I cum, and I best fucking cum or it's gonna be a long night for you. But I promise those balls, if they survive my onslaught will triple in size. That's my guarantee to you. So, just lie back and let me enjoy my night. So who's the bitch now huh? Because from where I'm standing, I'd say you're my little bitch now." 


His eyes show fear. Just how I like it. I'm immune to feeling any compassion for pricks like this guy. It's now all about me, what pleasure I can get from busting his balls. I rub my pussy with my gloves and shudder in pleasure as I step between his legs and crouch down. 


"If you even think about cumming you'll regret it." His cock somehow was still rock hard. Usually I build up the power I use, but tonight I didn't give a fuck. I was going to have fun, on my terms. 


I rest my knees on his legs and scoop his tender balls in my left hand. They were swelling slightly and red where I had struck them with my kick, but there was plenty of wear in them yet. I balled my right fist up and looked into his face. I could hear him wimper as he realised I was about to punch his balls hard. He tried to thrash about but just tensed hard against his restraints. 


"No escape for your ballsies, let's start with 20 punches. Let's see how tough and strong you are now?" 


I grit my teeth and begin punching his balls. The middle of my fist smacks into his balls hard. He screams hard into his gag and begins deliriously rolling his head side to side. His body tenses and shakes as the pain hits his brain receptors and plays havoc with his body. I love it when the fuckers squeal like the pigs they are. 


"You better learn how to deal with the pain from these punches quickly, you've got 19 more to go." I laugh as I speak knowing it was only going to get worse for this schmuck. 


I go for hard rapid punches continuing to deliver the remaining 19 blows. I keep watching him for his reaction and I'm not disappointed. His body tenses up as the pain explodes like dynamite throughout his body. I enjoy watching the process of a guy losing the battle to resist the punishment. His cock is now flaccid as the pain is overwhelming his feeling of pleasure. That's good news for him as he won't lose his balls if he doesn't cum.


When I finish he's barely able to stop making pathetic squeals as his body continues to shake. Sweat is pouring off his face and it's clear his resistance is completely gone. I've broken him. Now it's time for the real pain to begin. 


I stand up and tower over him between his legs. As he finally stops seeing stars he looks at me. I'm rubbing my pussy moaning to myself as I gyrate my body. I see his cock beginning to get hard again, perfect it works every time. I love to bust balls when the guys are hard, the pain apparently is so much more intense. 


As I come out of my daydream I look down to see his cock standing at full mast. I push it down with the sole of my boot against his chest and tut out loud. 


"Tut, tut, tut. Only I'm allowed pleasure tonight. It's your job to give me pleasure. Looks like I'm going to have to punish you for that." 


Without missing a beat the heel of my boot begins to press down into his left testicle. His body tenses up again as he feels the full searing burning pain of my heel pressing harder and harder into his little testicle. I can feel the skin sinking as my sharp heel is pressuring it to give it some room. It's going to leave an indelible mark if I don't release it soon but I don't care. His cock begins to shrink under my boot sole but as I begin caressing my thigh I feel it begin to grow again. 


"Ohhhhhh, baby this feels soooooo good." I continue to tease and torment this fucker. I feel his cock begin twitching against the sole of my boot. He's close to cumming. But I won't allow it. I remove my boot from his cock and balls and laugh as I swing my boot back. 


"I'm gonna make sure you don't cum until I give you permission bitch. I'm kicking you now until I cum. And for your sake, you better hope it's soon." As I look deep into his eyes I know he's going to be crying soon. 


I begin slamming hard powerful kicks into his balls. My gloved hand had slipped down my jeans and I don't need any lubricant as I begin feeling wet down there pretty quickly. As I finger myself slowly to an orgasm I continue to kick this fucking loser hard in his balls. I alternate kicks with the middle of my boot, so I can feel his balls trap against my foot, and tip kicks for ultimate pain. His head is thrashing continuously side to side as his body tenses up. His cock has shrunk again which suits me fine. 


I stop several times to prevent myself from cumming too soon. The loser on the floor notices this and begins crying. Pain of the highest magnitude has rendered him almost catatonic with frustration as I keep denying myself an orgasm to continue hurting him. I get down on my knees and rest my hands on either side of his torso. I begin slamming in some knees to his balls as I get close to his face. I look him deep in his eyes and suddenly grab his face, like he did to me in the bar. 


"Listen here you fucking pig. Once I cum, I'll stop busting your balls. But your night of pain won't be over. 

I'm not going to tell you yet what it is i have planned after I stop busting these pathetic balls. But let's just say one of them is what you guaranteed earlier. Someone's getting fucked tonight." I laugh as I allow him time to process what I've just said. I continue kneeing his balls for a few seconds before standing back up. 


I get my phone out and dial my friend's number. "Hey, Kimi, I've got another one to mark my territory on. Bring your gear over. Oh, bring your boots as well, this one has a fetish for them. Oh and your huge strap on. He wants to be fucked hard tonight." I end the call as she chuckles down the phone. I'm keeping eye contact with my victim the whole time. The fear in his eyes is a sight I will forever remember. 


I get back to kicking his balls. This time though I begin fingering myself faster and with more determination than before. The kicks begin to rain into his balls harder and harder the more I begin to moan in pleasure. As my moans get louder and louder the fucker I'm kicking tries to tear his restraints off. His balls have swollen to twice their normal size and his cock just flaps against his chest as his balls continue to take hard vicious blows from my boot. 


Finally with one last debilitating blow I orgasm deep and hard. My jeans show a huge wet patch as the juices from my pussy shoot out in a huge wave of ecstasy. I leave my boot slammed against his balls as I continue to moan in pleasure. At the same time the loser is screaming in pain matching the sound of my moans through his gag. His body is heaving as the pain and intensity of my beating is causing a sensory overload. 


I feel the power and strength flowing through my veins. The euphoria of delivering a brutal beating and cumming because of it is hitting my brain like a powerful drug. I'm lost in a daze as I allow myself to enjoy and savor every single moment of my orgasm. It won't be the last one I had that night either. But suddenly a knock on the door brings me back to reality, sooner than I'd have liked. I remove my boot from the balls of my victim and go to answer the door. 


"Hey Kimi, ohhhhhh those boots are amazing! He's going to hate you babe. Come through he's just in the dom room." 


Kimi had brought her beautiful studded stiletto boots. And also her tattoo kit. Usually I like to stand on the ass cheeks of my victims and have Kimi tattoo around my heels. Leaving a permanent reminder of the destruction they've caused. Then I'll sign my dom name. But this time it's going to be a little different. 


"Hey Kimi, this time I'm going to tattoo around your boots as you stand on his ass. This fucker is your new slave. Now I know you've been wanting a ballbusting boot slave for a while, this one's racist so perfect for your rehabilitation training." Kimi's family was originally from South Korea so I knew she would happily take on the task. 


"Oh, don't worry babe, this bastard is going to suffer under me deeply." She scowled as she locked eyes with the victim who was now crying as he heard what we had in store for him, not only tonight but going forwards. 


I crouch down and begin unstrapping the restraints and just before turning him onto his stomach I whisper into his ear. 


"I said once I cum I wasn't going to bust you anymore. I'm keeping my word, but that doesn't stop someone else taking over. But don't worry, Kimi doesn't kick as hard as me. But she does like all night sessions." I wink as I flip him over onto his chest and strap him back down. 


"Kimi, stand on his ass, let's get this ownership stamp imprinted on his ass before you introduce his balls to your boots." Kimi giggled as she stood on his ass. 


For Kimi this was the beginning of a wonderful night. For the loser she was enslaving. The torment was far from over.