Flatmates - Ch9:

Jake's face flushed with embarrassment as he tried to explain. "It's a long story," he mumbled, his voice tight with pain.

Mia burst into laughter,. "Looks like you had quite the day," she said, walking over to the freezer. She grabbed a bag of frozen peas and carried them over to the sofa, patting the cushion. "Here, I think you're going to need these."

With a groan, Jake began peeled off his clothes, know that he had to get naked. "Keep the thong on" Mia giggled, watching him as he stripped down, face blushing. Finally, he sat down on the sofa, the cold peas providing some relief to his swollen balls. He took a deep breath and began to recount the events of the day, his voice shaking with humiliation as she wrapped herself around his arm, eyes glued to his grotesquely swollen balls. 

“MMMMMMH!” An unexpected noise filled hte apartment. 

“What the fuck!” Jake lept up, looking around

“Oh don’t worry, that’s for me. Carry on with your story” Mia assured him, but as Jake looked at the big coffee table that she’d been resting her feet on, he heard the noise coming from there again. 

“What the hell is that? Jake asked, hobbling around it. Smirking, Mia lifted a few of the furnishings she’d been resting her feet on top of, revealing a man’s near-flattened cock and balls.

“There’s someone in that table?!” Jake questioned, his own pain momentarily forgotten. 

“Jake, meet Mark. Mark, be quiet dog” she shouted, slapping her left heel down hard into his nutsack, eliciting a muffled scream. 

“To be honest, I thought you’d be staying at Lexi’s tonight. She told me that was her plan, so I wasn’t expecting you back.” she explained. 

ake stared at the table, his mind reeling that a man was trapped inside. "What the fuck, Mia?"

"Oh, this?" she said nonchalantly, her foot still pressing down on Mark's trapped genitals. "Meet Mark, my little ballbusting project. He's been visiting on and off for a week now, under my control."

Mia's smile grew wicked. "You see,, I enjoy men with a bit of a...fetish for pain. Specifically, the kind of pain I can give him with my feet. So, we made a deal. He does my bidding, and I give him what he craves. It's been quite entertaining."

The man in the table, Mark, groaned again, his voice muffled by the table walls, only his genitals exposed. Mia threw her favourite blanket over her feet and it almost looked like every other 'date night' they'd had.

"wait, you sit like that a lot... and you always ask me to walk around the sofa... how long have you been doing this for?" Jake questioned, still shocked at what he was seeing.

"Since I bought this table of course! So about one and a half years I think." Mia smiled, as though they were talking about the weather instead of a man's cock and balls trapped under her feet. "But let’s not get too off topic. Tell me more about your day with Lexi," she prompted, patting the couch cushion for him to sit down.

Jake sank back down onto the sofa, his mind racing. He had thought the past few days had been intense, but Mia's little revelation had just turned everything upside down. He took a deep breath and continued his story, trying to ignore the muffled moans coming from the coffee table.

"So, the cock box you locked me in was like... just a bit of fun compared to this? Do you do this when we're sitting together?!" he turned to her, voice raised in anger.

Shockingly fast, Mia's hand lashed out, grabbing Jake's balls in a grip that was both unique and unyielding. She pushed down, flattening his balls against the sofa cushions as she growled at him "Jakey, I've been doing this for years, and yes, a lot of the time, I'm crushing a man's balls with my feet whilst we spend time together. Yes, that can be for hours at a time. No, I don't take money, I just enjoy it. It's my flat, do we have an issue?" she asked, digging her nails in.

Jake yelped in pain, his eyes watering as he nodded rapidly. "No no, no issue at all!" He gasped.

"Good," she said, her voice returning to its usual calmness as she released his balls with a final squeeze. "Now, let’s get you sorted. You're obviously in a bit of a state after your little rendezvous with Lexi." She got up, her bare feet padding to the kitchen, leaving Jake to pant for a few moments.

Mia returned with a bowl of cold water and a washcloth, kneeling before him to gently wipe away the sand that was sticking to his thighs and balls. "You know, a lot of men would kill for the kind of treatment you're getting," she said, her eyes meeting his. "But not everyone can handle it. It takes a special kind of guy."

Jake winced as the cold water hit his tender skin, but the relief was instant. "I guess I'm just not that kind of guy," he murmured.

Mia chuckled. "You're more than that," she said, her voice teasing. "You're a natural submissive, Jake. And that's nothing to be ashamed of." She took his hand and placed it on her foot, guiding it up to her ankle. "Feel that?" she asked.

Jake nodded, his breath hitching as he felt the power in her muscles. "I do," he said, his voice thick with lust.

"Good," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Because the men who sign up to get busted by my feet suffer ten times worse than you have under me. And they thank me for it." She released his hand and leaned back, crossing her legs elegantly. "Mark here hasn't cum for just under three months, and I usually stand on his balls every time I see him. Plus I use all the features on his chastity cage remotly, especially the testicle crusher. I've ruined multiple dates that he's been on. In the beginning, I'd make him cum in his pants during a date. Over the last 3 months, I activate the crusher until he's on his knees"

Jake stared at her in a mix of awe and horror. "You're... you're a sadist!" he accused.

Mia shrugged. "Or just someone who enjoys the power dynamics of sex. You've got to admit, it's pretty hot." She leaned forward and whispered, "You're hard again, aren't you?"

Jake felt his cock twitch in the thong, and he couldn't lie. He was. The thought of her controlling someone else, the sound of Mark's pained moans, it all just added to the thrill of his own suffering. He nodded, his cheeks red with arousal.

"See?" she said, her voice smug. "You're just like them." She leaned back again, her foot tapping against his thigh. "Now, tell me the rest of what happened with Lexi."

Jake took a deep breath and continued his story, detailing everything. "It was... intense," he said, his voice trailing off.

Mia listened intently, her toes curling in response to his tale. "And did she make you wear her thong?" she asked, her voice a purr.

Jake nodded, the fabric still sticking to his sensitive skin. "It was... it was like she owned me," he admitted.

Mia nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "And you liked it," she said, her foot moving to rest on his thigh, her toes lightly tracing the outline of his cock. "Admit it."

He nodded again, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I did," he murmured. "It was... amazing."

"Good," she said, her eyes meeting his. "Because tomorrow, we're going to take your training to the next level."

Jake's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"Well," she said, leaning in closer, "I think it's time you experienced the full extent of what a real domme can do to a man." She took his hand and placed it back on her foot. "And I think you're going to love every second of it."

The room was silent except for the muffled moans from under the table. Jake looked down at Mia's foot, the power in her touch undeniable. "Okay," he said, his voice shaking. "What do I have to do?"

"Just trust me," she whispered, her toes curling around his thong-wrapped cock. It was like he was wrapped around her finger...

Mia's eyes gleamed with excitement as she positioned Jake in front of the table. "Kneel," she ordered, her voice firm but not unkind. Jake complied, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud, his eyes never leaving hers.

With a wicked smile, she placed her foot on Mark's exposed balls, her toes splaying out to cover as much surface as possible. "You see, Jake," she began, her voice a low purr, "This is how I deal with naughty boys."

Her foot pressed down, and Mark's muffled cries grew louder. The sight of her powerful foot dominating his genitals was mesmerizing. "I usually start with a gentle squeeze," she explained, her toes flexing and releasing, "But sometimes, they need a little... extra persuasion."

Jake watched in a mix of horror and fascination as she increased the pressure, her delicate feet almost turning Mark's testicles into a pulp. The man's moans grew louder, his body writhing in pain from the sounds of it. "Is this what you want, Jake?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his. "To be at my mercy like this? Trapped in a table so that only your balls are exposed to my feet?"

He nodded, unable to find the words to explain the tumult of emotions surging through him. "Yes," he murmured, his cock straining .

Mia's smile grew wider. "Good," she said, her foot moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, grinding into Mark's trapped flesh. "Because tomorrow, it's your turn. You're lucky that you're balls are way bigger than Mark's. I usually crush the small ones"

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Twenty minutes later, Jake watched in fascination as Mia finally eased off, jumping off the table.

"Don't worry Jakey, Mark really loves this. I bet he's covered in precum right now. I do this for about 4 to 8 hours when they're trapped, depending on how long we're hanging out here. Usually I let them out once we've finished watch TV and you've gone to bed." she giggled.

Mia's foot hovered over Mark's bruised balls for a moment, and then she began to apply pressure again, but this time, it was more rhythmic, almost sensual. "You see, it's all about the art of teasing and denying," she explained, her eyes flicking up to Jake's. "It's not just about the pain, but the anticipation."

Jake watched as Mia's toes began to dance over Mark's testicles, applying just enough pressure to keep him on edge. "Some guys like it really hard," she said, "but I find that a gentle, constant pressure can be just as effective." Her voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, as she demonstrated her technique, her eyes never leaving Jake's.

"It's like playing an instrument," she continued, her foot moving in a slow, deliberate pattern. "You've got to know just the right notes to play to get the reaction you want."

Mark's moans grew softer, his body seeming to relax a bit under the gentler assault. It was clear he was still in pain, but it was a pain that he craved, that he was willing to endure for Mia's amusement.

"Now, imagine if you were in there," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Wouldn't you love for me to do this to you?"

Jake nodded, his own cock pulsing with desire. The thought of being at her mercy was intoxicating. "Yes," he murmured.

Mia leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "And do you know what else I'd do while I had you like that?"

Jake's heart raced as he tried to guess. "What?" he breathed.

"I'd tell you that I'm giving your best friend the blowjob of his life," she whispered, her hand moving to cup his face, turning it towards hers. "And I'd make sure you heard every slurp, every gasp."

With that, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting of sweetness and mischief. Jake felt himself getting harder, his body responding to her words and the sensation of her foot moving against Mark's balls.

When she pulled away, she was smiling, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But don't worry," she said, her foot pressing down harder for a brief moment, making Mark whimper. "You'll get your turn tomorrow." For now, get to bed before I get carried away and step too hard on Mark's nuts.

Growling in frustration, Jake scrambled up from his kneeling position, his nuts still battered from the beach date. Nodding in agreement, he waddled to his room, blushing as he heard Mia laughing at his swinging genitals.

He definitely needed enough sleep to prepare for tomorrow...