Big Tits and Rubber Gloves - the return of Amy

Amy continued to vibrate her boot against my balls. My cock was rock hard but my balls were aching already.

‘Dan, I need some help with my taxes. I've been fucked over royally at the hotel and quite frankly I don't know what to do. I can't afford an accountant until I know my financial situation. I need your help. Please?’ She watched me groan as her boot continued to apply pressure to my balls. I didn't say a word, I was trying desperately to deal with the aching pain coming from my bruising balls.

‘Dan, I've asked nicely. If you don't come on your own accord I'll make you. And you don't want that.’ As she finished her sentence her boot applied more pressure and I instinctively placed my hands against her calf as the pain suddenly increased against my balls dramatically. I could feel her boot sole crushing my balls and I couldn't do a thing to stop her.

I just nodded my head as she finally released her boot from my balls.

‘Good, I'll come to your office tonight and bring my documents so you can take a look at them.’ I simply nodded my head again and she walked off, satisfied now she had gotten what she wanted. I wasn't happy at all. I didn't want to be around her but she had come back into my life. Now I was going to have to try and help out the one person I despised the most.

7pm rolled up as I finished my work for the day. Amy had not yet arrived so I cleared my desk and walked over to my window. I looked out as dusk was beginning to spread across the skyline and all the offices and buildings began to turn their lights on to illuminate the landscape. I heard footsteps approaching my door as I stepped away from the window. Amy walked in without knocking, another annoying thing to add to the ever increasing list.

She walked in and I instantly knew it had been a set up. She was wearing long yellow rubber gloves, a silk blouse undone at the breast to show her cleavage, jeans and crotch high red stiletto pointy toed boots. She walked over to me and handed me her dossier of receipts and forms but as she did so I felt her gloved hand grasp my balls.

‘You best find me a way out of this situation otherwise these balls will be feeling the full force of my gloves and boots. Remember these gloves? These are the same gloves I used on you before. I stored them away for a special occasion.’ She laughed as she squeezed my balls firmly. I just about managed to stay on my feet as I struggled to stay upright. The unbearable pressure on my balls was immense as she slammed her threat through to the receptors in my brain.

‘Let go, I'll get started.’ I managed to just about say as she suddenly released my balls. I sat down in my chair as I laid out the papers on my desk. Amy sat next to me on the desk, intentionally so I would always have the view of her menacing boots in my eyeline.

For the next two hours I toiled and tried hard to see what the fuck had happened. It was a cluster fuck of investigating the small and intricate details. All the time Amy stayed silent on her phone, but she kept wiggling her boot in a rhythm which was driving me wild. I wanted to fuck those boots hard but at the same time I knew she wanted to fuck me up with those same boots.

Finally I managed to find the issue and pointed out that the hotel had not taken into account some supplies she had brought for work.

‘See this, they haven't taken this into account. Its been declared as its within the receipt of the documents they state you sent so you can just take it to the government office with a letter I'm about to write in support and confirming this detail and you'll be reimbursed compensation for your trouble, as well as anything you have been charged for in the process.’ I smiled at Amy hoping this would be the satisfactory conclusion she was hoping for.

She took the papers and read through them without a word as I typed out a letter and printed it for her. Thankfully we had a template so it took a few minutes at the most.

‘Thanks Dan, I really appreciate your help. I'll take this to them tomorrow. Now we just have to sort out your fee for your help.’

I hadn't even thought about that and I just shrugged and replied ‘no problem, call it pro bono and go our own ways.’ As I prepared my briefcase to go home.

I made the mistake of having my back to her. without saying a word she reached between my legs and grabbed my balls with both her gloves. I had no alternative other than to crumple to the ground in agony as she squeezed my balls with all her might.

‘I don't fucking think so Dan. You'll not be doing this as charity. That offended me. And now your balls will pay a heavy painful price.’ She attached a dog collar to my neck and a lead and yanked it.

‘Get the fuck up and follow me.’ I managed to stand up and she began leading me to the door. As we stepped out I wondered where she was taking me. My hands were clasped around my aching balls and I didn't think to just unclipped the lead. As I watched her shapely ass walk in front of me and her boots stepping across the hard tiled floor the only sound coming from her heels as they stepped across the hard floor, it became clear I wasn't going to escape no matter what the conclusion was to her tax issue.

‘I only live around the corner, quite convenient isn't it. Now stop stalling and fucking move.’ Within minutes we were stepping into her house. She had restraints on the floor and walls. She was clearly into domination and I felt like I was just her latest muse. She finally removed the collar and lead and looked me in the eyes.

‘Dan, take off your fucking clothes NOW! Don't even think about arguing with me.’ She began tapping her boot impatiently on the floor as I took off my clothes.

‘Lay on the floor.’ I did as I was told and she took off her gloves and strapped me to the floor. My legs were spread and my balls were at her mercy.

‘I've soundproofed this room so I can hear your cries and screams. That's just as horny for me as the beating I'll be giving you.’ She giggled and stepped up to me. She placed her boot over my balls and began grinding them both hard underneath her boot soles. I began screaming in pain instantly as I felt my balls being crushed and twisted at the same time. I watched as her boot clad thigh moved side to side in perfect harmony with her boot on my balls. Her face was emotionless as she just watched me writhe in pain beneath her.

‘Hurts doesn't it. I've spent the last year perfecting my technique. I can make you cry and cum at the same time if I want to. It all started with you Dan. But I don't want meaningless ballbusting with random men anymore. I need a permanent slave. A slave who likes boots as much as me, a slave who can get hard just by looking at my ass.’ I knew where this was going.

‘So this is simple. You're not escaping this house tonight before you agree to become my permanent slave, always at my mercy whenever I snap my fingers.’

I was fucked. Not in the way I had once wanted to be with Amy but royally fucked.

Amy stepped back and began slamming in hard kicks to my balls. Every single kick was designed to target my testicles one at a time. She spent an hour just toying with my balls, aiming hard, firm kicks to them but holding back from her true power. I was delirious by the time she finished. But I knew she was just getting started. She wanted to break me mentally and physically.

She kneeled down and placed Her hands beside me. ‘You give up yet? No, no, no, don't answer that yet. I've got some knees for you to think about first before you answer that question.’ She moved her hair away from her face behind her ears as she slapped my face to make me focus on her.

‘You wait until you feel my thighs in your balls. They'll have no fucking escape from them at all.’

She laughed as she slammed her knee into my balls. I then felt my balls crush against her thigh as she slid my balls up her leg. She wasn't lying…..my balls had nowhere to escape.

I knew I wasn't going to escape. I knew I was going to have to take what punishment she decided to give me.

I knew I was now Amy's bitch.