Hiring a ballbusting dominatrix for the first time ever. (real life)

\*\*DISCLAIMER: EVERYONE INVOLVED IS OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND CONSENTED TO WHAT'S BEING TOLD.\*\*

Hey everybody. So a while ago, I posted on here about my first real life ballbusting experience when my sister and I were playing a game of monkey in the middle with her best friend, and she kicked me in the nuts as I reached for her keys, and that spawned my ballbusting fetish. That was years ago, and I really hadn't had any ballbusting experiences since. That all changed this holiday season.

Around the end of December I received a pretty considerable Christmas bonus from my job. I decided to use some of that money to treat myself. My fondness for ball busting was growing, so I decided to surf the internet and find a dominatrix who would be into doing what I like. There was some trepidation, I didn't wanna get robbed or break any laws, but I found a really cute goth-like domme who specialized in ball busting. She was about 5'3", good sized boobs, a great ass, dark hair, pale skin, and wore a leather top and a leather thong with some knee high black boots.

I paid her and we agreed to meet. She had her "dungeon" set up and she knew right away what I wanted. she had me strip to my boxers and stood me against some sort of apparatus where I could put my hands up and have them bound, as well as my ankles and knees bound apart. At that point, I was a little fearful. I hadn't been busted besides that one kick years ago and wasn't too sure what to expect. But the domme lead the way. She held me by the shoulders and told me to relax as she taped my mouth shut (if I felt like I was gonna vomit or needed to stop, she had me bang the handcuffs I was in against the steel 3 times). As she held my shoulders and told me to relax, the next thing I know, she drove her knee right into my nuts. It wasn't too hard, she knew I was new at this, but still, it fucking hurt...in a good way. The pain I felt was overpowered by the rush I was feeling, and the more she knee'd my testicles, the stronger the sensation became. My dick got hard and she took notice. She grabbed my balls and squeezed while telling me what a perverted little bitch I am for enjoying such a sadistic form of BDSM, but I wasn't put off, I was turned on.

After a while, then came the kicks. This is where minor problems started. I thought maybe I could take them, but I couldn't take very many. The first one hit and it was light, still sent a sharp pain to my balls. The second one, by my request, was a bit harder, the third, by my request, harder, the fourth, my request, harder, and the fifth was so unbelievably painful tears started falling down my face. I was in such agony, but all this dominatrix could do was laugh at my misery and it turned me on. She said things like "I bet you wish you had a pussy, didn't you?" and also made castration threats (per my request), saying "don't cry or I'll cut your balls off and shove them down your throat!" One more kick and I was finished. I tapped my cuffs against the metal poles and she let me down. I was in so much pain I needed a break. I had to end the session early, but I still paid full price of course.

I laid down on the floor for a while. Probably almost an hour. I don't know, I was only focused on the pain I was feeling and track of time wasn't really on my mind. In the meantime, I just had her verbally humiliate me. Talking about what a weak disappointment of a man I was, how much more superior women were to men, how I deserved to be castrated and didn't deserve to have testicles. Somewhere along the way in my crazy head, before I left, I wanted her to give me one good swift kick. She asked me if I was sure and I assured her that yes, I wanted it. So, standing on my own two feet with my legs apart and my eyes closed, she ran at me and kicked me in the balls FULL FORCE. I dropped to the floor face first, in AGONY. It hurt. But in my warped mind, it was as pleasurable as it was painful. I couldn't even groan in pain. I tried to talk, but nothing came out. I was for sure I'd throw up, but I didn't. I thought I'd need to go to the hospital, but miraculously, I didn't. The pain was excruciating, but the humiliation combined with the pleasure felt amazing. I must have a guardian angel because these kicks felt so hard and like both of my testicles should be gone. I'm probably infertile but I don't want kids anyway. My balls were sore for a full day and finally after almost 24 hours, lots of ice packs, and Advil, the pain subsided. I could hardly walk or drive home, but I wouldn't take it back and one day I'll do it again. I love the feeling of being dominated by women so brutally, and I know I'm not the only one here who does.