Servicing the Stars with my Balls

Her right foot pressed hard against my cock and balls. Her stocking covered my swollen balls and cock easily. My cock was hard but I was at a huge disadvantage. She had all the power.

‘Welcome to the news here at NWPTA I'm your host Josie Gonzales and here are the latest breaking news stories from the Bay Midwesten area.’ As she spoke I felt her stiletto shoe being inserted into my mouth with her left foot. Her right foot out of her stiletto heeled shoe was still pressing down hard against my balls underneath the news desk.

Her heel pressed down harder against my balls, her toes tickling my erection teasing it to perfection. As I moaned softly I felt the sole of her shoe begin grinding against my tongue, a pre agreed signal to shut the fuck up. Josie at 29 was in her element. A born ballbuster, she naturally found it easy to continue being professional on live TV whilst I suffered the agony of having my balls completely at her mercy underneath the desk.

As she continued to crush my balls, Josie continued presenting the news to the audience at home. Every weeknight for the past six months I had been in the same position. Every single night she managed to find a way to make me cum and cry at the same time. Tonight was no exception. I silently cum against my stomach as she continued to mash my balls under her heels. She had plenty of time to continue her excruciating treatment of my balls for the remainder of the bulletin.

As she was getting to the end of the show, her foot was furiously rubbing my cock, determined to make me shoot my load once again. I was determined to gain this small victory. But Josie had an ace up her sleeve. She slipped her foot back into her shoe and began rubbing my now aching cock again with the sole of her stiletto heels.

I lost the battle as the show was going off air. I cum once again all over my chest.

‘You little fucker, making me work extra hard. You'll pay for that.’ I stayed silent. This was something that happened so often I knew to backchat would be catastrophic to my balls. She stood up and grabbed my legs and lifted them up in the air. Without saying another word she stood on my bruised and battered balls with all her weight. Both testicles were trapped under the soles of her stilettos. I yelped in pain, bringing a smile to her face. She looked beautiful when she smiled. But in this moment I didn't see the beauty as my eyes were shut, trying to resist the urge to throw up.

‘Think yourself lucky I'm not using my heels for this you little prick. Thank me for being nice to you slave.’ I had ceased having a name to her now. I was always referred to as ‘slave’.

‘Thank you so much for being kind to me Princess.’ I dutifully reply. For the next half an hour whilst she debriefed with producers on the other side of the desk I was to remain under her soles. They were so used to this now they didn't utter a word. Demeaning but I had nothing else I could do. My will had been broken down and erased from within me from her constant ballbusting. I have worked as her assistant for six months now. I was ballbusted within an hour of meeting her. She was ruthless. She was nine years older than me. And I wasn't her first ‘slave’, far from it.

And she didn't even know about my boot addiction. Had she known, I'm sure I'd have been tormented with them constantly by now. But that was about to change. And it was all the fault of one of her friends.

As I stood up, finally allowed to put my pants back on she casually explained what I would be doing the weekend she was away on holiday. Usually I had the weekend off, but she was determined to help a friend out who had a huge influence and I was the collateral. She was determined to improve her influence and work her own way up the ladder in the industry.

‘Whilst I'm away, you'll not be resting or relaxing. I've got a friend who needs your balls for some stress relief. She's a movie star, a huge one so you'll be really helping us both out. I'll give you her details and you're to report to her within the next hour. Any questions?’ She turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

‘No questions, Princess. I'll be happy to help.’ I reply, my head bowing low as looking at her too long is not allowed.

‘Good answer slave. Now here's the address, go along now and I'll see you when I'm back.’ I take the slip of paper and walk off slowly, the pain within my balls still fresh.

An hour later I was standing outside a huge mansion on the hills. Nestled around bustling trees this was clearly an affluent area and I knew only those doing really well lived here. It was beginning to turn into winter and I had my coat on as the wind had a chill. I pressed the buzzer and the gate opened without a sound. I still had no clue who it was that I was visiting or how bad my balls would be treated by the woman in question. I shivered in a mixture of cold and nerves. I didn't want to be ballbusted by anyone, but I knew to resist would make my name blacklisted in the industry. And I was determined to rise up and work my way towards the top. But the price I was paying was heavy.

The front door opened as I approached it. A man was there to greet me, clearly someone who was leaving themselves.

‘Oh, hey. You the chap who's going to help with the script reading?’ He was wearing overalls that showed he was a pool cleaner. So not the husband or boyfriend of the person I was meeting. Before I could speak a word he carried on.

‘You must be, you look like someone in the industry, I've seen enough of them.’ He continued walking and got into his truck. I watched him leave as I stepped towards the door. I knocked as I stepped inside.

‘About time you got here sweetie. I've been waiting for you.’ I saw her step around the corner. My mouth dropped open.

I saw before me the biggest actress in the industry. Camila Denuno, born in Mexico, now a huge acting force worldwide. I knew she was 42 and petite, but she was a powerhouse. Her accent alone made my cock grow before I even saw her come into view. Wearing nothing but a tight bikini, red shoulder length opera gloves and huge platform stiletto heeled crotch high red leather boots she looked stunning. Her tits were so big I was unable to guess whether they were real, but her boots took my breath away.

‘Like what you see sweetie? Tell me, what do you like the most?’ She seemed so genuine, so interested in what I had to say. I didn't feel like I had to think about what I said before I did.

‘Your boots madam. They're stunning. And I have a boot fetish, they're magnificent.’ I didn't hold back my admiration.

‘Really? Josie didn't tell me that. I just put these on to test them on you.’ She genuinely seemed shocked at my reply. Perhaps she thought I would say her tits. Like most men would.

‘Josie doesn't know about it. She's never really asked.’ I was shocked at how open I was being.

‘You naughty boy. You shouldn't ever hold back from revealing information like that. I'll punish you on her behalf for that.’ She laughed as she stepped towards me.

‘Be a good boy and take your clothes off. You'll not be needing them this weekend.’ Her demeanor had changed into a more domineering one. I accepted this would be the end of the pleasantries and duly obliged and took my clothes off.

‘Follow me and don't stare at my ass.’ I followed her looking straight ahead. Several times she looked back and checked I wasn't staring. But I knew the game and wouldn't be caught. I glanced once and it wasn't anything special. I'd seen better asses than hers.

‘Step into your room for the weekend. I hope you like it.’ It was a lovely bedroom with the most classy design. I looked around and saw no restraints on the walls so assumed I would be allowed to perhaps roam around a little within the room at least.

‘Lay down on the bed slave. I've got plans for you this evening.’ I did as I was told and lay down. I was naked and the sheets were cool to the touch. Camila took her time attaching restraints to my arms and legs. I was laid out like a starfish and my balls were completely exposed to her.

‘Slave, I hope you enjoy this as much as me. You have permission to stare at my tits.’ She giggled as she climbed on top of me.

As she straddled me and placed her arms beside me I felt her test my balls with her knee. She did this several times before she was satisfied she was ready.

‘FUCKKK’ I yelled as she slammed her booted knee hard into my balls. The pain was horrific as I hadn't anticipated how hard she would hit me. She giggled as she slammed another knee hard into my balls. My eyes closed as I began feeling the sensation of nausea traveling up my throat. I took a deep breath as she slammed a third knee hard into my balls.

‘Struggling already slave? I'm only just getting started with you.’ Her accent titillated my senses, making my cock hard. She laughed as she saw it rise up.

‘Oh, you naughty, naughty slave.’ She tapped my raised cock several times with her knee, the leather touching my cock almost made me cum. But another punishing knee hard into my balls made it disappear back into my body.

‘Look at my tits slave. See them wobble when I knee you. Do it!’ I open my eyes and focus my view onto her tits. Seeing I had complied with her wishes made Camila smile. She was 22 years older than me but she had me in the palm of her hand. She slammed four more knees hard into my balls. The pain was excruciating, the overwhelming sensation of pain in my brain was worse than anything Josie had ever done to me. This woman was an expert in delivering pain whilst making a man feel pleasure beneath the surface as well. I watched as her tits wobbled with each blow, desperately trying to escape her bikini top.

The next knee finally made me surrender completely. It was slightly further down her thigh which connected but my cock couldn't hold my cum anymore. Sensing it Camila then aimed my cock towards her thigh. I blew my load all up the thigh of her boot. Her perfectly shaped thighs were encased in a cum covered boot and I knew deep within I had been naughty. But I couldn't hold it back anymore.

‘You're going to clean that up with your tongue. And you'll be punished for being naughty. But tell me slave, how did that feel?’ I was gasping for air, the blows had winded me and the cumshot had taken my breath away as well. I took a moment to get my breathing under control.

‘That was amazing. I've never felt pain like it. But I couldn't control myself. Your thighs are perfect. Your boots are amazing. Sensational.’ I could barely speak now. The agony and ecstasy were overriding my senses. I didn't like being ballbusted, I hated it, but my love for her boots had made me reply that way.

Before Camila could respond to what I had said her phone began ringing. Her smile told me she was happy with what I said and it remained when she saw who the caller was.

‘Ahhhh, it's Josie. Let me have a word with her whilst you clean my boots.’ She positioned herself so that I had access to her thigh as she answered the phone. I didn't listen into the call but as I finished cleaning my cum from her thigh boot I heard Camila say Josie wanted to speak to me. I panicked momentarily as I hadn't even listened to what was being discussed.

‘So, Camila tells me you have a boot addiction. Why the fuck did you not present this information to me? Don't say a fucking word. Don't even try to defend yourself. Let's just say when I'm back we're going to go boot shopping. And I'll be testing every fucking pair of boots every fucking shop has on your balls before we buy any. The longer it takes, the better. I want you to feel my anger slave.’ I was speechless. Josie had never been this angry before. I began shaking in fear. Camila hearing every word began to stroke my cock with the thigh of her boot. It quickly made it rise up hard again.

‘Oh, and one last thing. You'll no longer be getting weekends off.’ I was about to complain but Camila began to intensify her stroking of my cock with her thighs. She placed my cock between both her thighs and began to thrust them hard against it so my cock began disappearing between her legs. I watched her tits as they wobbled again as she expertly masturbated my cock between her thick thighs.

‘Camila will be your weekend Princess, and I'll remain your weekday Princess. What do you say slave?’ At that moment Camila had worked my cock to the brink of no return.

‘YES, YES,YES.’ I moaned back into the phone at Josie as I climaxed between Camila's boots for the second time.

‘Excellent response slave. Now let Camila have her fun, I'll see you Monday.’ Josie hung up instantly.

‘That was an Oscar winning performance at the end there slave.’ Camila laughed as she removed my cock from between her thighs.

Now I was enslaved by two women. And they knew my fetish. As I began to lick her boots clean again Camila had one last bit of bad news for me.

‘I wouldn't rest yet slave…..me and my boots have a whole weekend to enjoy with those balls of yours yet.’

And it had hardly even started yet!