Zina slams home the sale

As Zina slipped her stockinged feet into her black pointy toed stiletto heels she had no idea that day would become etched in her mind as the beginning of the best days of her life. She was petite at just 5ft tall and had recently celebrated her 40th birthday, but she could still turn heads with her dark hair and her tanned complexion. Her gorgeous Spanish accent melted any potential buyers when she showed them a house for sale. As a real estate agent she was the best at gaining a sale and her bosses knew it. But what they didn't know was underneath her beauty was a true sadist waiting to be unleashed.

And on that cold winter morning as Christmas approached Zina was about to find the client really did know best.

Ron was frustrated. He had a huge urge to be ballbusted but his wife refused to participate in the activity since he confessed his fetish. They were meant to be meeting the estate agent to view a showcase home ahead of purchasing their first home. But as usual his wife was too busy at work. So he decided to meet Zina for the appointment alone. He had no idea what she looked like or what she sounded like as his wife had arranged the meeting. But he had met plenty of them over the past few months and they were all the same. Plain, boring and unimaginative with their appearance. He wasn't looking forward to the meeting. As he stepped into the office at the side of the showroom he saw no one around.

'Hello, is anyone there?', he called whilst looking around. Suddenly he saw a small but beautiful woman suddenly stand up from behind the counter and stare at him with her Hazel eyes. 'Oh sorry Mr Standers, I was just filling the printer with paper, my apologies'. Ron just stood there taking in her beauty in a daze. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before. She was tiny but stunning. He was 15 years younger at 25 but he couldn't have known that. He just saw the woman for what she was……breathtakingly beautiful.

Zina had seen that look before, utterly was the classic rabbit caught in the headlights look. She smiled inside as she knew she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand. 'Where is Mrs Standers?', she asked whilst stepping out from behind the printer. 'Oh, she unfortunately couldn't make it, but she trusts my judgement and opinion until she is able to sort a viewing out at a later date', he replied looking at her feet quickly. He was excited to see the stockings but having a boot fetish as well he was disappointed not to see a pair on her feet.
Zina returned the handshake and noticed the glance at her feet. She thought either he was slightly nervous about seeing her alone or that he had a foot fetish. Either way she wasn't too bothered at all. 'Okay let's take a look at the house next door. Although I must admit there are a few items of mine in there to give you a better idea of what it'll look like if there was someone already living there'.

They took their time making small talk as they viewed the house. They made their way to the master bedroom. Zina was excited to show him the walk-in closet. 'And here you'll see the walk-in closet next to the en-suite. Please excuse the shoes and heels, they are my own from home. I just wanted to help give people the visual of what it looks like when and if they own the house'. Ron's heart skipped a beat when he saw several pairs of boots. One pair was knee high and the other pair were thigh high. Zina was keeping am eye on his reactions to help her gauge how interested he was in buying the house. She noticed him staring and practically ogling her boots. She knew there and then he had a foot fetish. And that his boot fetish was even deeper. 'Oh I notice you admiring my boots. Don't worry they look ever better on me than you think', she laughed and tried to guide him away.

Ron then had a decision to make. Does he admit his fetish and his frustrations at not indulging in it? Or does he make a joke about the situation and try to hide it?

Zina could see the dilemma in Ron's eyes but even she couldn't have foreseen the depth they went to just by looking into his eyes. She drops her pen accidently and instinctively sees Ron bend down to pick it up. Without hesitation she sees a perfect opportunity to have a little fun at Ron's expense. As his hand grasps the pen, suddenly without warning Zina presses the sole of her left stiletto heel onto the back of his hand and presses down hard enough to prevent his hand from being able to escape. 'So……Ron, do you like what you see there? Or would you prefer my little size 5 feet in a pair of my boots?', Zina giggled aloud. 'W-w-what d-d-do Y-y-you mean', Ron stammers in reply. 'Well either you have a foot and boot fetish or my detective radar is really off' Zina replied. Ron, feeling as though he had no other alternative, decides honesty is the best policy with Zina. 'You're on the right path. But not only do I have a foot and boot fetish but it goes deeper than that'. 'How deep? What exactly do you mean?', Zina enquired. 'Do you really want to know?', Ron asks her whilst gazing up at her face to see her reaction. She nods her head with a serious look on her face. She removes her foot to allow Ron to stand back up. As he returns the pen he looks into her beautiful Hazel eyes and says 'it's a long story so let me start at the beginning'.

'......and since I've been married not only haven't I had the chance to indulge in my boot fetish but I've not been ballbusted for a few years either'. Zina was absolutely stunned with this revelation out of nowhere. Here was a guy who openly wanted to have his balls beaten by a woman. Mostly with boots but also with all kinds of kinky and sexy stiletto heels. She had tons of heels and boots but had never indulged in any of this before. She found herself getting turned on and dreaming of herself busting a guys balls. But the face of the guy always ended up being Ron's. Before she could lose her nerve she had a proposition for Ron.

'How about we make a deal? If you buy the house with us and I make my commission on it, I'll ballbust you on a regular basis and help you fulfill your needs in that sense? BUT on one condition?'.

'What?! You'd do that for me? Of course. Anything you ask, I'd do it! Ron's excitement was cute to Zina. But her revelation might change his tune. She knew he would buy the house. The price was below market value and his wife would love it. But she wanted more than just a verbal agreement.

'The condition is you sign a contract with me that gives me full control of your balls, anytime I want. Not just a one off. Not a few times. But a lifetime agreement. My terms are non negotiable in that sense. I have boots and heels that seem never-ending and I want total commitment from you. I'll even add in some boot/foot worship and anything else that is reasonable to the agreement. Anything else you want to add?'.

'Sure, facesitting, ass worship and maybe occasionally leg scissors with your boots on?', Ron practically begged.

Zina giggled and agreed to those extra activities. 'Right before you leave then I want to see what you can handle. Take off your clothes Ron', Zina demanded. She wasn't really that desperate to see what he could handle. She was eager to bust a pair of balls for the first time in her life.

Ron took off his clothes and stood in front of Zina. At 5ft 9ins tall Ron stood well above her. 'Get down on your knees and spread your legs Ron', Zina instructed. 'You'll have to earn the boots once you've signed the contract after the sale of the house. But for now these will do.', Zina pointed down at her stocking clad feet in her sexy stiletto heels. 'Hands on your head Ron. And don't move no matter what', as he placed his hands on his head Zina stepped towards him and gently stroked his cock with her stockinged right foot. She swung her foot back and held nothing back \*SLAM\* as her foot connected Ron gasped and leaned slightly forwards but took the brunt of the kick. 'How was that Ron?', she asked, seeking his approval. 'Amazing Goddess Zina. You'll have to excuse me though, it'll take a while before I can tolerate harder kicks and more of a beating. But it'll eventually come'.

Zina was impressed with his willingness to work hard to tolerate more. But her eagerness meant she wanted to test the boundaries right then and there. 'Let's me help you with that now Ron', she teased. She swung her foot back again and began recalling laying into Ron's balls. SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM. After delivering ten kicks Ron was unable to maintain his position. He slowly fell to the floor clutching his balls in his hands. Zina was feeling wet with sheer sexual excitement. This was the most amazing moment in her life. She was tiny and had small feet but she had total control over a man. She didn't want the moment to end.

'Ron lay down and lift your feet in the air for me', Zina whispered in his ear. Ron nodded without saying a word and lifted his feet in the air. As she spread his legs apart and jabbed her heels against his hands to remove them from his balls she aimed carefully before standing full weight on his balls. As he initially screamed in pain Zina was worried she had got her aim wrong. As she crouched down she was able to feel a testicle under each of her soles. 'Right Ron, you have two options next. One, you take another hour of kicks, knees, stomps and a little grinding. Or two I crush your balls relentlessly whilst I do some paperwork at the desk. You'll of course be under my desk taking it all. So what's your choice?'. She was looking down at his throbbing hard cock as she crushed his balls under her soles.
'I wouldn't want to stop you from working so I'll take option two please goddess Zina', Ron replied in obvious pain.

Zina smiled and thanked Ron for his choice. 'Thanks Ron for the excellent choice. But before I love sweetheart I need one thing from you……I'm not moving until you cum for me', with a groan from Ron she knew he was unhappy with the deal. This excited her even more as she began to assert her dominance over him. For the next few minutes she continued to make small adjustments to her stance on his balls. Just enough to make him groan under a new wave of pain. Her panties were by now soaked through with the unbelievable excitement that was coursing through her veins. 'Ron, shall I jump or twist to help?', she giggled to herself. 'Twist please goddess', Ron replied. As she began twisting her feet on his balls Ron couldn't contain his orgasm anymore. As she watched Ron begin stroking her feet and cumming all over his stomach Zina felt empowerment like she had never felt before. She knew this was a feeling she would never get sick of.

'Right Ron. I best get that paperwork started'. As she walked over to her desk she watched Ron recover from his orgasm and slowly crawl over to her. As he sat underneath her desk he watched Zina slip her left foot out of her stiletto. She leaned down and grasped his swelling balls gently and placed them over the front of her stiletto. As she slipped her foot back inside the stiletto his balls were trapped between her toes and the top of the shoes. He felt her wiggle her toes to crush his balls and torment them with her stockings. His cock was rock hard again against the upper part of her stockinged feet.
'Well Ron you've got half an hour to hold out until I change the crushing around to my other foot for another half hour with the other. But you'll be pleased to know I'll have all your paperwork ready to take home to your wife to discuss', Zina smiled down into his eyes.

'Thank you goddess, this experience has been amazing. I can't wait to serve you even more', Ron admirably replied, clearly in a lot of pain.
'Thank you Ron. And if you think this has been amazing, wait until you serve my boots. I have a whole load of slamming to do to those balls of yours yet'.

As Ron heard the word boots he looked at this small but beautiful Spanish tormentor, she smiled sweetly at him and wiggled her toes in delight at his predicament. Ron just responded by ejaculating all over her stockings.