Ballbusting buddy doesn’t let me back out of a couple of my horniest fantasies. Part 1 of 2: The Session. [femdom][CBT/ballbusting][F/m][CE][CNC]

**Part 1 of 2: The Session**


A while back I had a FWBBB (friends with ballbusting benefits) named Candice. She was a lot of fun. She was about 5’ 8” tall, pale white skin, long dark hair that kissed her nipples, fierce hazel eyes, and a sturdy build. She had some fat in places like her bigger butt, double D cup breasts and her thick muscular thighs but I would not call her fat or even chubby for that matter. She was always working out but also loved food.


We played together every couple weeks and it was always a good time. Sometimes we just grabbed dinner and a movie. Sometimes it was sex and only sex. Sometimes it was a ballbusting session. It all depended on our mood and any banter leading up to the night.


On the topic of banter, it has gotten me into a little bit of trouble from time to time, especially with her. One time in particular I was considerably horny the entire week leading up to our Saturday night encounter. It had also been over a month since I had my balls busted so I was in a mood. I was so horned up that I was telling her many of my deepest fantasies, the ones you only think or speak of when at peak horniness. The fantasies and urges that immediately disappear after you orgasm and experience that post-nut clarity.


All week I would text her things like: “Make me wish I was never born a man.” “Punish my balls hard.” “Don’t hold back, I can take it.” She would generally “lol” at the comments and sometimes respond in kind, “Oh I will. Just you wait.” Which would only get me going even more.


When it came down to it we both knew that I talked a big game but I would always resort to my slow down and stop, safe words, when the action got too rough for my tolerance (which didn’t take much). She was great at riding that line, keeping the pain just at the peak of my tolerance while respecting my limits.


When Saturday finally came around I think my messages had gotten her just as riled up as I had been because when Candice arrived (promptly at 8pm) she hardly said two words to me. I let her in, she kicked off her shoes at the door. She took off her coat, then threw it over onto the chair next to the front door and proceeded to make her way down the hallway to my bedroom with her backpack of toys slung over her shoulder. Halfway down the hallway she looked back at me and flashed me a blazing look that said, follow me right now if you know what’s good for you.


I immediately rushed down the hallway and followed her into the bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door firmly behind us and ordered me to take off my clothes and lay down on the bed. Normally we chit chat a little bit, or have a glass or two of wine, or watch a movie before we get down to things but tonight she was ready to go from the start. I was nervous and excited to say the least.


I strip down and find it only a little awkward being sober and rushing into a session cold. Her expression remained cold as she knelt down beside me at the bed, securing my arms and legs to my bed by use of the bondage kit I always have installed on the bed for such an occasion. First she fastened the cuffs around my wrists, then pulled the straps tight to get rid of any slack, next she fastened my ankles and pulled up the slack on them as well. Within mere moments I was naked and bound tightly, wrists and ankles fastened to all four corners of the bed in the shape of an ‘X’ with hardly an inch to wiggle. Things had gotten serious quick.


Her demeanor finally warmed up a little bit as she looked me up and down and gave me a cool smirk. (What did she have in store for me?) It was then I even noticed what she was wearing. She had on a short, tight, black polyester mini skirt which went down to just above the knee. On top she wore a black leather corset/bustier which pressed her ample breasts together and up (a perfect shelf to proudly wear a chastity cage key - but that was not today). Her hair was pulled back tightly in a bun/ball of some sorts. “Ready to begin?” She smiled deviously at me.


“Uhh. Haa. I guess so.” I replied nervously.


“Good!” She began to fumble through her bag of goodies until she stumbled upon something she liked. “Today, I think we are going to start with a little impact play. It is my favorite after all.” Once she was sure she had my full attention she pulled out and presented to me a black, padded, leather paddle which I was all too familiar with. My expression must have given my nervousness away because she laughed at me in response. “Oh calm down hun, I will take it easy on you….for now.”


She giggled once more and got right to work. She first lightly paddled the bottoms of my feet. Which tickled at first but then began to feel pretty good as she increased her power, like a massage of sorts. She then lightly paddled the inside of my lower left leg starting at the ankle working her way up. When she got to my knee she switched sides to my right ankle and worked her way up. This time moving past the knee and as she did, slowly increasing her force ever so slightly as she worked her way up my thigh.


By the time the paddle made it to my crotch, my cock had grown as hard as a rock and stood at full attention in anticipation. She smiled at this and pinched the head of my cock tightly with her free hand then held the paddle high in the air with her other hand, threatening a massive blow to my unprotected testicles. I gasped deeply and instinctively pulled hard at my restraints in a futile defensive manner. Candice couldn’t contain herself, high with power, she threw her head back and roared with laughter. “Could you imagine? Bahaha” She continued to laugh a few moments more. When she finally calmed down she looked down at me and noticed I was trembling. This only fed into her sadistic mood even more. “I can see you CAN imagine it!” She laughed again.


She quickly brought the paddle down but stopped just short of my nuts. “Not yet big boy, not yet,” she assured me teasingly. She brought the paddle down the rest of the way and gave my free hanging nuts a couple light taps. The taps didn’t overly hurt but caused me to gasp excitedly, my balls attempted to retract into my body, and my cock twitched in response. She brought the paddle back over to my left knee where she had left off previously and paddled up my inner left thigh stopping short of the crotch once more and pausing. This time she pulled back the paddle roughly six to eight inches and unleashed a smack of moderate power onto my unprotected balls.


I let out an audible, “oooooooOOOOFFFF” as the blow had caught me largely by surprise. My eyes winced shut and I struggled for a moment to catch my breath. My stomach cramped up immediately as I recoiled in pain. My balls throbbed, aching for the soothing protection of my hand, but it was secured tight and away.


Candice laughed at me while I continued to groan weakly in pain. “Don’t tell me you already forgot about all those messages you sent me this week?!” she mocked.


She pulled the paddle back a second time just to watch me tug against the restraints. She laughed again. She loved the power she held over me. The paddle came down swiftly but stopped short. She patted my testicles lightly and laughed to herself. Once I realized that she wasn’t meaning to hit them hard a second time - only teasing me, I relaxed a bit. Candice was not amused, she wanted to keep me on edge. She pulled back the paddle another six to eight inches and thumped my balls once more.


I choked from the pain and let out my breath faster than intended. My body contorted and tried to curl up in a ball but instead I only twisted in the restraints. A couple more knots added to my stomach cramps as I tried to normalize my breathing. Content with my reaction Candice continued her paddling routine as I worked to regain my composure. She lightly paddled my abs, the middle of my chest, the sides of my pecks/chest, my nipples, my armpits, under my arms. It seemed that she wanted to awaken all of my senses. She even gave my cheeks a playful pat with the paddle.


“Let's see what else I have…” Candice slid back over to her goodie bag at the foot of the bed and returned the paddle. She dug around again and this time produced a small black crop with a braided leather handle and a hard folded leather end. “I am not quite done with the impact play.”


Candice restarted her impact play script, but tapped my body with the head of the crop a little lighter and more carefully than with the paddle. She was careful not to break the skin or leave marks. First my feet, then my calves, thighs, and this time when she got to my package her demeanor was a little less…playful. Something told me I would be lucky if I only got two spirited smacks to the nuts this time around.


With her free hand she grabbed the base of my still rock hard cock and bent it downwards towards my feet. She took the head of the crop and brushed it up and down the topside of my cock a couple times before settling at the engorged head. She bit her lip a bit and began lightly tapping the head of my cock with the crop. The taps stung like crazy. Since I was so turned on, my cock was nearly bursting with blood, it felt every ounce of every tasty tap. After 30 seconds or so, she bent my cock upward towards my chest and repeated her attack on the underside of my cock head. Those caused even more of a fiery sting, landing directly on my sensitivity-heightened organ. I grinded my teeth and bore the pain as much as I could. My cock felt like it was going to burst with fire when she finally eased up.


She pulled the crop away for a minute to let me cool my head. Once the stinging pain subsided I was finally able to let out a breath of relief.


“You aren’t out of the woods yet” she laughed. Her laugh twisted into a sadistic smirk as she reached down and grabbed at the base of my balls. She tightened her grip at the base of my balls so that they protruded from the top of her fist in a tight little package, unable to hide. She called this her ‘mushroom’ grip. She lightly brushed the top of my tightly bound testicles in a circle. The skin was completely alive, I felt every little imperfection of the crop head rub against my tightly stretched scrotum. The cool hard leather was in a way soothing to the hot and sensitive skin.


She pulled the crop head back a short distance and let it snap forth with a quick little crack against my balls. SNAP The impact stung mostly but shortly after came a small wave of dull testicle pain, sending ripples throughout my entire body which settled in my stomach. SNAP SNAP SNAP. Three more expertly placed snaps of the crop lit my balls up and added to that pain. SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP. She was unrelenting. Tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes. I didn’t want the ‘fun’ to stop but I knew I was quickly approaching my limit. SNAP SNAP.


“Candy, please….I can’t…” I pleaded.


“It’s Mistress or Mistress Candice to you!” she commanded. SNAP SNAP SNAP.


“Mistress….oofta. Mistress please.”


“Please what?” SNAP SNAP SNAP


“Yellow. Ugh. Ok Yellow. I can’t do it anymore.” I finally relented. Her brisk snaps of the crop to my extremely full and aching testicles had caused me to use our slow down word. My pain threshold had been crossed.


“Awww, that bad?” she mocked. “That’s ok, I was about done with that toy anyways. I will get the next toy ready while you recover a bit.”


She released her grip at the base of my balls and went back to her bag at the foot of the bed. I relaxed against my restraints a bit and slowly began to regain my wits. The skin of my cock and balls were still hot from the stinging slaps but the dull pain in my stomach began to subside. My aching, enlarged testicles still throbbed as the blood flow began to return to them.


“One more quick toy before the main event,” Candice proclaimed with a strange wand in her hand. The wand was about a foot or so long (one third meter). It was all black except for a purple plastic head. “Have you heard of the violet wand?”


“I think I’ve seen it in a porno or two,” I responded bashfully. “It’s for shocking right?”


“YUP!” She grinned.


“Yeah, I am not really into electro. Not like that anyways.”


“Aww really? How about just a little bit?” she pleaded playfully. I tried to make concessions to do things that she enjoyed, even if they weren’t my favorite. This was one of those occasions, after all, most of this session had been for me anyways.


“Ahh, ok. Just a little.”


“Great! That’s all I wanted anyways. I just got this thing and wanted to try it out.”


Candice got right to work. She pressed a button at the base of the wand and I could hear a slight buzzing sound coming from the narrow purple tip of the wand. She then put her finger on a small wheel control at the base of the wand and slowly spun it up. The buzzing sound at the tip of the wand intensified as she did this and my body tightened and flinched in response. Noticing this, she turned it back down to one of the lower levels and slowly brought it down to my nipple.


“Ready?” she asked.


“Gulp…I suppose.”


Zap. A small stinging zap had re-awoken my right nipple. Zap zap. Two more zaps followed up the first. Not my favorite sensation but not awful either.


“How’s that,” she asked curiously.


“Meh, it’s fine.”


“Fine?” She turned the dial up a little bit and pressed the tip of the wand to my nipple once more.


ZAP ZAP. Ouch, that one stung. Still not my favorite. “Yeesh,” I let out. “That thing is mean.”


“Hahaha I guess it is.” She laughed and brought it down to my left nipple.


ZAP ZAP ZAP. “Yeouch…not fun. Not fun.”


“Hahaha, ok so its not your thing. Lemme try one other thing.” She grabbed a little purple piece out of the small box the wand came out of it. To me the piece resembled a small garden rake with six or seven teeth on it. She turned off the wand and pulled the narrow purple tip off the end of it, replacing it with the purple rake she just grabbed. “This tip could be fun.”


She turned the wand back on and now I could see the electricity of the wand dancing between the six or seven teeth of the ‘rake’ at the tip. She slowly brought it down to my stomach just beside my belly button. ZIIIIPPP ZAAAAAPP. The wand hissed as the electricity danced on the skin of my stomach in multiple places. That actually felt kind of nice. Sort of like a combination between a scratch, a zap, and a tickle. She saw me smile and continued on, ‘raking’ up and down the sides of my stomach and down to my pelvis. There she lingered for a bit before making eye contact with me. When our eyes met she gave me a smile and brought the wand to the tip of my dick.


ZAP “Yeooooooch!” I hollered out.


“Oh c’mon,” she goaded me on, semi-disappointed in my lack of tolerance. She grabbed the tip of my cock and bent it up towards my chest, shocking the underside of it now with the wand.


ZAP ZAP. I grit my teeth and tried my best not to let out too much noise. I could tell she was a little annoyed.


“That’s better,” she smiled. Zap zap zap. As she raked down the underside of my cock. When she reached the base she released the on button and rested the rake on top of my loose testicles. We briefly exchanged knowing glances. Mine said ‘you better not’ whereas her’s said, ‘you know I have to.’ She turned up the dial a little bit on the wand and turned it on once more. ZAAAAAAP.


“YAOOOWWW.” I belted out. “Ok, no more. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow.”


“Bah, ok fine.” With that candice dismantled the wand, returned it to its box and put the box away neatly in her bag of goodies.