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Her - that was pretty good, it’s given me some new ideas…
Since being back from home, things have gotten pretty serious my offer, it’s only been a few weeks and she’s taken full advantage, so far I’ve been squeezed, poked, slapped, edged, used as a wall hanger, kneed (lightly so far) and stood on. The specifics of which of my balls or my cock was in these scenarios you’ll have look back at the earlier stories.
But around this time one thing kept playing in my mind, she had told me about a pair of boots she owned, a pair that would always hurt her feet and take forever to break in. Around that time I remember offering my cashews as a cushion. I’d wonder if she’d remember.
I think back to when we messaged and any other offers I made regarding my testicles. And how now it’s more than likely she’ll take those up or used them for ideas of her own. The last few times I’ve gone into her room I’ve seen the boots she referred to. But as of yet she hasn’t worn them. That changed.
One afternoon I was in classes I received a message from her. It was a picture of the boots.
The image was of her legs, wearing said boots out. Probably class or campus. My stomach sank a little, she didn’t usually send me pics of her outfit. I could only assume she had remembered what I’d said.
Since my last encounter. My balls were thankfully excused from the session. So healing wise they’re pretty sound. My cock after being hydraulic pressed was fine once the blood was allowed to rush back. But this time I had a feeling my balls were going to be in attendance.
I hearted the picture but didn’t reply. I pictured what she might want. Was it her toes? Her arches? HEELS?! I could feel throbbing in my trousers just at the thought.
The scenario kept playing in my head. What she’d make of my cushion offer.
Around evening time I heard the door open for the flat. I heard the sounds of boots stepping through the flat. It was her. She knocked and opened my door not really waiting for my answer.
Her - you remember these boots right, they got great with my outfit.
I said I did, she was wearing some jeans and a leather jacket. Low cut V T-shirt underneath. With just the right amount of cleavage. Not too much but enough to spike curiosity.
Her - speaking of boots. As you know although I love them, they’re so hard to beak in. It’s been ages and they still kill my feet.
This confirmed my suspicions. She had remembered…
Her - they could really use something soft under them…
You could feel the tension in the room, she knew I thought maybe she’d forgotten. But she could see the look on my face. The bulge forming in my pants. I was afraid but the thought of her feet on my balls again excited me.
Her - you can bring MY cushion over in 5 minutes, or should I say cushions
She left, confirming what I’d through about since her pic. My balls tingling with a mix of fear and excitement.
I checked the clock to see if my 5 mins of safety were up and headed over to her door. I knocked, she said it was open.
She had changed from her clothes earlier, to her night gown, it was the silky kind. Didn’t leave much to the imagination. Nipple locations prominently displayed, perky as I remember. But my gaze was drawn downwards to wards her boots, still on her feet.
I asked why she was still wearing them, she gave me confused look and said
Her - what do you mean? My foot cushions just arrived.
I smirked and she smiled deviously. She sat in her chair and told me to “get them out”. I didn’t waste time and undid my bottoms and pulled down my boxers. Revealing my cock and balls.
Her- what do you expect me to do with those up there? My hurting feet are down here.
Her eyes signalling down to her legs. She instructed me to sit in front of her feet. With my legs spread open either side of her chair. With my balls layed flat and wide on the floor. I did as told.
Her - now they they’re ready, I want you to take of my boots one at a time, and place each set of toes on either one of your cushions… I mean balls.
She Inched her chair forward closer to me, both her boots millimetres from my exposed scrotum. Her knees just below my face, an image of my balls bouncing off them appeared in my imagination, but that wasn’t today’s pleasantries.
I started with her right boot, I undid her laces and gently grabbed her calf, lifting her foot out of the boot. Her socks were still on
Her - no socks too
I took off her sock to reveal her toes, she started to spread them, a look of relief washed over her face. I guess these boots really did hurt. As I placed the boot to the side. She took her foot into my hands. I placed her toes, mainly the big and first two onto my right ball. Her feet were warm. My balls were still loose as usual so they were resting on her floor. She curled her toes almost like squeezing a stress ball, and then flattened them. Finally resting over my right nut.
The full relaxing of her foot increased the pressure between her right toes and the floor. My things twitched as the weight was applied. The weight was surprising but at the same time felt good.
I moved onto the left foot, same thing boot and sock. It was harder this time as I had her right leg placed in my groin…
I eventually got her boot and sock off. I began to lower her left foot onto my left ball, by this time she looked very relaxed. Relieved to not be wearing those boots anymore.
I placed her foot down, again first 3 toes onto my left ball. She let her feet rest there for a while. During this time she didn’t say a word, like she was at a spa day, just very relaxed.
When she started moving her toes is when I really started doubting my life choices. As she moved her feet she didn’t open her eyes or look down, more like just getting comfortable.
She spread her big and second toes, allowing each of my balls to see light again. Sandwiched between both toes, and SQUISHED each ball between them. My balls being held down by my sack which was pinned under the rest of her toes meant my balls weren’t ably to extrude themselves to above her toes. Just stuck directly between the vice grips that were toes as she SQUEEZED.
I let out a gasp as I wasn’t expecting it, she opened her eyes and looked down, she sight was really something. My entire ball sack picked under her toes, my balls peeking through the gap, she pulsed her toes a few times and watched my balls compress. Each time causing my body to slightly jerk at the action.
To my shock she began to separate her feet. She brought her heels together and started to twist her feet in opposite directions. I lifted my cock from valley between her two feet to see as she twisted the middle of my sack being revealed from between her two big toes. A dull pulling sensation began its was up my pelvis into me stomach. She watched me as she PULLED and PULLED.
She pulled her toes apart as much as my sack allowed her. She didn’t untaught my sack. I slightly got used to the pain. When I was finally able I looked down. Her feet in a V shape. Then I realised what she’d done.
The word she later used was toe abduction, it’s like when girls wear a lot of heels, that caused their big toes to go inwards. The exercise used a rubber band that bounds the two big tows together, the girl then pulls her big toes outwards and away from her smaller toes
In this scenario my sack and balls were her band. When I looked down I could see my balls tightly bound the inner sides of her big toes. Her smaller toes completely separated from sides of my balls
Then she started counting, to FIVE!
At five she released the tension, for about 5 seconds and then SPREAD again!
That’s when I realised she was doing REPS!
She did this spreading and loosening over and over. I lost count after 12. She continued this exercise with my precious parts until the last spread.
People that go to the gym say the last rep is the most important. She was one of those people. In her left rep, I felt like she tried to see how far she and my balls could go, she spread as hard as my testicles allowed. I looked up as her gritting her teeth. Like the last rep of a workout set.
She kept them there until her ankles burn out, by balls felt like they were on FIRE, the pain radiated through my legs. She finally relaxed her feet. She flexed her toes, slipping my balls back under her feet again and rested there for a little bit.
Then, it felt more like a post workout massage, she rolled my balls under her toes and the balls of her feet. After what just transpired my balls were aching. She carried on rolling her feet in circles over each ball in opposite directions.
Her - don’t concentrate on the pain, concentrate on these Instead.
She slipped both her hands and spread the middle of her gown, scooping both her breasts and spilling them out into the open. The view of her juicy tits and sackable nipples took my mind off the pain for a moment. I stared at her able chest as she slowly milled my cashews. As she circles her foot over each ball, she circle her nipples with her finger in the same direction. Visually representing my demise.
The pain, the view, my untouched cock throbbing in the middle of this.
Her - I wonder if these balls would be softer if there was more cum in them…