u/Winter_Reaction437

Her - you know what to do 📏** **(ruler emoji)

I’m here tugging on my balls, contributing to possibly permanently altering my body’s measurements in certain areas. The long term effects never getting a second thought. Just a clear goal…

I’d notice from time to time my balls swinging more than usual when I walk, especially around campus. A result of recent activities. In the ensuing days after her long session of pressing and stretching with her feet followed my pulling and her hardest knee so far, I felt my balls we’re starting to adapt to their new way of life. Recovering rather quickly from her hard knee.

It seemed she’d acknowledged the increase in use of her cushions and decided to give me some time to cool off. I didn’t get any ball related visits/commands for the rest of that week. Until Sunday that is. I think maybe 4 days later she came to visit me. The 4 days leading up to this we’d see each other around the flat and in passing, just general chit chat. With the occasional text check up on my ‘progress’ with a 📏 emoji.

After my cold treatment post session 4 days ago, whenever I was just chilling in my room, I would slip my hands down my boxers and gently pull downwards on my balls. It’s become somewhat of a routine over the days. Even in the shower as I washed I’d pull. Honestly it felt kind of good at the same time.

Sunday evening rolled around, I’m having a shower when I hear a knock at my door. I don’t give it much thought as I have a few flat mates and it’s never really important so I ignore it. About 30 seconds later I hear a knock again. I shout to let them know I’m in the shower. A short silence later I hear my door open. I’m mid shampooing my hair.

I stop for a moment, the door to my en-suite opens. Through the steam I can make out it’s her. I can barely see through the glass.

Her - it’s awfully hot in here

The en-suite showers are designed as a corner stall, a quarter of a circle shaped. With a double door on the curved side. The doors open in the middle with a magnetic strip running along the seam.

The doors crack open slightly, and through the slit I see a hand poke through. The shampoo causing a slight sting in my eyes but my vision just enough to see it’s her hand. She reaches in through the gap and grabs a hold of my wet balls. Her hand slips on my soapy testicles as she finds a good grip on them.

Her - let me help you get these nice and clean, I like to look after my belongings.

She yanks me by the balls into the shower door, my body is persuaded against the door as it follows my balls. She pulls my balls through the gap with her hand. My body now pressing against the unsealed door. My hands supporting me against the enclosure.

Her - now close the door

Im sorry? Close the door? My body was still inside the shower. My balls exposed outside, I could feel the cool breeze of the outside, contrasting against the hot shower water. I asked it it really was necessary, and asked if she’d like to get in the shower instead

Her - (laughs) you’re funny, don’t make me repeat myself…

Reluctantly I had no choice, I brought my hands to the sides of the doors and slowly closed them. When the magnetic strips got close enough physics took over. The doors snapped shut into each-other. Marrying the two sides, clamping my balls tight between them. Fortunately the magnets weren’t crazy strong and my balls were safely on the other side. But the snap against my scrotum did sting a little.

I was trapped. The door was closed, me on one side and my balls on the other, or should I say her balls.

Her - goood. Now why don’t you take a little step back for me, there’s too much sack on this side.

Since I was showering my balls were soapy, my scrotum slipped along the magnetic strip easily. I got to about half a step until I reached my limit. My body barely separating from the cold glass until it was jolted back forward, I felt my balls being strained on the other side. Instantly taut, between the glass doors.

Her - wow the glass must be cold your nipples are harder than mine right now, I never realise how useful these showers were.

I was stuck with barely enough room to get my hands on my chest, maybe a 3 inch gap between me and the enclosure, when less where groin is stuck. The shampoo has made its way to my eyes, I reacted as anyone usually does, scrambling for the shower head to wash them out, the shower was behind me. Unable to turn my body I was stuck. I grabbed the top of the metal enclosure and reached back as far as I could. My fingers just grazing the metal of the shower head. I tuned my body the centimetres my nut sac allowed.

Finally I was able to grab the top of the head a pull it out. I rinsed my face and eyes. Finally able to see, I took a good look down. My cock pressed against the seal, and a print of my body on the glass. And just visible through the silicone seal and panes of glass, there were my balls.

Her - you can carry on showering, you’ve only shampooed so far. Don’t worry about the balls, I’ll have them shining.

My eyes came into focus, she’d put my toilet seat down and was sitting in-front of my shower with her legs crossed. I said it’d be hard to shower now as I could barely get my hands to my front, she said that was the plan. Luckily the rest of my shower things were on a shelf closer to me than the shower head, I still struggled to reach over to my shower gel and poured some out from above onto my chest and shoulders. I began rubbing it over my upper body

Her - Don’t forget your luffa,

I could barely move, now she expects me to use my luffa in this position, I started finding my predicament more arousing, my dick was hard, yet fearful of what was happening on the other side of the glass. I struggled rubbing it against myself. Every movement of the luffa tugging on the very little slack I had between me and my balls.

The glass rollers would rattle as my sack was pulled. She watched me struggle.

Her - I’ll get started on my end…

Part 11

Her - one

The only things separating her hand and her knee was both my balls, sandwiched and compressed, her knee strike sent shocks through my body.

This was my the hardest my balls had been struck (so far…) I was trying to catch my breath, when the situation sunk in. She’d counted to ONE. This was the first strike. My balls were on fire, her knee was still compressing them.

Her - that’s one, are you ready for two. Two strikes for two disappointing balls.

My instincts told me to protect my jewels from the coming danger, but at the same time feeling her strike my vulnerable testicles felt so good, but the pain, the pain was something I’d never experienced, pain and extract mixed into one beautiful strike.

She lowered her leg, the pressure off my balls have me temporary relief. She was still firmly holding my scrotum, even tighter than before, I had no intention of stopping her.

I watched her leg go back down to the floor, ready for my second strike. I wasn’t ready but I had no choice, I didn’t want to stop her. She tightened her grip one more and her knee straightened as she got ready to lunge forward.

Her gravity defying knee made its way up and right before she connected…

She stopped. Her knee millimetres from my balls

Her - (laughing) wow you really were going to let me do it again weren’t you, don’t you have any self preservation?!

I breathed a sigh of relief, terrified at the thought of the second strike, I’d never been hit like that before. I had offered my balls to her, and reiterated my offer. She could do with them as she pleased

Her - yes yes I know, I didn’t forget your little offering. I struck your balls hard this time. But I’m not a monster, we still have a long ways to go. I have big plans for my cushions and we wouldn’t want them out of commission so soon now do we.

She let go of my sack, a wave of relief washed over my body. I felt the blood flow back into my genitals. I went over to the bed and sat down. My balls on the verge of hanging off the mattress, definitely the closest they’ve been to having off in all my times I’d sat there.

She walked over and stood in-front of me, raising her leg and taking a knee between my legs. Pressing my balls into the soft mattress. Her breasts now eye level.

Her - I’m going to punish these balls a little more each time, until they’re ready to take anything I want to do to them

She put more pressure on her knee, driving my balls deeper into the mattress, thankfully I had a soft mattress. Her perky nipples hovering just in-front of my face. Still hard and ready for my lips. She lifted her breast and brought it closer to my mouth. Moments before my lips got a taste she pushed my onto my back

Her - not so fast, you know the deal, balls past the end of my fist, only then you’ll taste these cherry’s.

I lay on my bed, my cock still throbbing, pointed at my ceiling. She gazed down at my throbbing cock, precum erupting from my tip, she swiped the top. A generous amount glistened as she licked it off her finger top. After her display she stood and closed her robe, she was done for the day, I watched her tits disappear into her robe as she ties the belt. My cock continued throbbing

Her - oh and no cumming, I want my cushions blue before I turn them purple…

Her words excited me more, my cock throbbed harder. Being edged like this was something I’d never experience, my balls ached but I wanted more.

She told me she was done shortly after and I was expelled from her room, I went to mine and stayed laying on my bed for a while until my cock stopped throbbing, i wanted nothing more to jerk off but i was locked in to what ever may come.

When my cock finally stopped feeling like the slightest graze might make me erupt. I stood up and went into my bathroom. As I walked My balls touched my thigh in a please I’d never felt before. Looking down my scrotum was loose, my balls at the end like two heavy potatoes in a sack.

I grabbed my balls and tugged downwards. After all, I didn’t want to lose any of her progress…

I held them taut for a while, imagining what she had planned for them, the thoughts made me hard again. My cock didn’t understand the consequences. I was infront of the sink, I splashed some cold water on my cock to calm it down and had an idea, men’s balls in winter tend to be shrivelled up and in summer hang loose. I wondered if I’d run cold water while keeping my balls taut and not allowing them to shrivel, I’d be able to reach the end of her fist quicker.

I ran the cold for a while until it was freezing, and splashed cold water on my testicles, while keeping them taut and long. I could feel my body natural reaction to pull them up and in, but my hand kept them in place. The freezing water helped with the pain too.

Later in the evening she texted me with a pick of her tit in a tight top, no bra. Her nipple trying to poke through accompanied by the 🫦🫦 emoji. She also texted

Her - you know what to do 📏 (ruler emoji)

My first instinct was to grab my own balls a pull, what has this girl done to me!

Part 10

Her - someone’s excited. That’s too bad though… I think these cushions need more stuffing

My cock throbbed as I held it to the side, my balls firmly taut at the end of her fist. My legs sore from the sides of her chair.

I stood in-front of her, her fist housing my lengthened scrotum. Both my balls peeking out the end, still unable to escape her pinky’s press. She squeezed a little causing my feet to raise.

I was at her mercy, although that wasn’t really breaking news at this point. Her back laid against the chair, completely relaxed just looking over for progress. Both her breasts spread out on top of her tied robe, almost like they’re on presentation. Staring at them was the only thing taking away from the pain, although it wasn’t much help.

I realised up until this moment she’d had her way with my balls, but as I stared at her perky nipples, my mouth began to salivate, I realised I still haven’t sucked on those gorgeous tits, the thought made me lick my lips a little.

She notices and looked down at her breast and back up at me.

Her - you want to suck on them don’t you

She eases her squeeze on my balls, using her free hand she cups and rubs her breasts one at a time, then rubbing her fingers over her erect nipples making them harder.

Her - they look juicy don’t they, I bet you’d love to have them between your lips right now

My cock throbbed harder, she can feel the pulsing in her hand. She orders me to let go of my cock, it immediately flings forward. Pointing at her.

Her - you haven’t earned that yet unfortunately…

All my mind could think about was sucking on her breasts, her dark areolas meeting my mouth, my mouth salivated more. Her nipples inviting my lips to have a taste.

But according to her I hadn’t earnt it. Her denial had me worked up to the point I’d completely forgotten what had transpired on my nuts

Her - when these balls reach the end of my hand you can suck on my nipples, until then you can imagine what they taste like

I really wanted a taste, but the denial felt good. I wanted to please her, my mind went from her juicy nipples to my balls not being long enough. The mind fuck was insane.

She offered to help with my predicament, a predicament she’d put me in…

Her - since your balls have disappointed me, I’m still willing to help you with this little dilemma. If you want we can keep going… but it’s up to you

After her pulling I thought I was finished, I was ready to stop, this was the furthest we’d gone. But there I was debating to continue, AND FOR WHAT? To suck on some tits. But they weren’t just any nipples. They were the breasts of the girl that owned my balls. Being dominated does something to the mind.

I wanted to continue…

Her - I said it’s up to you but I already knew the answer, oh… did I not say before, since your balls disappointed me, I think some punishment is due…

The word punishment sent a shiver down my spine, she was still holding both of them, my balls we’re still at the end of her fist, she loosened her grip and brought it closer to my base, she heat from holding them so long had loosed them a little, they still didn’t reach past her pinky, but after she adjusted about 75% of my balls were showing out.

She tugged down on my balls as she stood up, but not hard, more like an prop. She stood smiling, one could argue even excited. She used her free hand parted the lower half of her robe,

Her RIGHT KNEE emerged from the gap, it clicked in my head what was coming…

I glanced at her bare knee, then at my taut balls in her fist. I knew what was coming. My hands were free to stop her anytime I wanted. But she’d said my balls disappointed her, and I wanted her to punish them.

She brought her knee up and gently pressed it against my balls, her hand adjusted my balls to face the direction her knee came up it, and then it started.

I felt her knee disconnect from my balls, and watched as she lowered her leg down to the ground, she tightened her grip. I felt her tug as she drew her foot from the floor, her knee came up fast, she already lined up her shot.

Her knee came CRASHING up into my balls, BOTH BALLS against HER FIST and HER KNEE. The pain shot up my body, I nearly came from the impact.

She kneed me about as hard as last time but that time my balls bounced off her knee, this time there was nowhere for them to go.

She never let go of my balls, the shock sent me forward. My hands on her shoulders. She didn’t lower her leg, she kept it pressed against my balls.

She started counting…

Her - one

Part 9

Her - I wonder if these balls would be softer if there was more cum in them…

When I offered my balls cushions, I never really thought it through, but here I am. Both my legs pinned to the dies of her chair, unable to offer me any protection. My quads jerking trying to close my legs but unable to make a smidge of difference.

Her feet resting on my ball sack, she’d stopped moving. Just resting the end of each foot on my balls. Left foot, left ball. Right foot, right ball. The occasional twitch of the toes with the resulting clenching of said toes. Grasping at the soft cushions (my balls) residing beneath her.

My boys slowly coming out from the shock of having my ball sack be used like a rubber band. My balls felt like they were radiating heat.

Her - My feet feel much better, I had no idea your ball’s were so versatile, honestly it’s disappointing you kept this to your self for so long. Men shouldn’t gate-keep so much honestly.

A patronising expression looking down at me, she sat over me and my testicles in her chair.

Claiming the dominance I had willingly gave to her.

She lifted her toes off my testicles, the skin stuck to her feet from the friction. The bottom of my sack stuck to the floor resulting from the heat created by her workout/rest. She lifted both her legs up and landed onto my thighs. Pushing them further down and my groin more apart, bending down her exposed breasts hung down in-front of my face, her nipples just out of reach from of lips. She pounced the top of the skin, and slowly unstuck my sack and balls from her floor. Letting go, allowing them to drop back down.

She then brought her right 4 finders around the side and under my balls, her thumb over the top. And gently persuaded my balls down to the end of the scrotum. Slowly applying pressure. Her fist was mostly closed at this point, at the top (her thumb) brushing against the base of my cock and the start of my sack. And at the bottom (her pinky and ring) resided both my balls, half in her fist and half peaking out.

Her - hmmmm this honestly won’t do. I meed your balls past the end of my pinky. I didn’t think men were this inconsiderate

She said as she rolled her eyes. Then a smirk appeared…

Her - one sec

Brushing her left index finger over my lips, signalling me to keep quite

She opened the bottom of her land, not letting go of the top end. With her other hand she formed a collar above my balls with her thumb and index again. then slowly constructed the hoop forcing my balls into a choke hold.

She slide that hand downwards, my balls in tight suspension centimetres from the floor. She started the PULL..

Her right hand permanently married to my base… and her left keeping a sustained grip, slowing tapering both balls into a gently choke. The gap between the two VERY SLOWLY INCREASING IN LENGTH

My things desperately trying to bring themselves together. Still pinned under her legs. Both her hands tending to her lengthening project.

I felt pain shoot up my pelvis, the tension between my balls and the small strings attaching them to me. My body confused why I’m not being dragged in the same direction by balls are headed, her right hand making sure my body doesn’t COMPENSATE.

I didn’t speak, unable to close my mouth as I let out small breaths, she kept the tension steady. Keeping me on the edge of agony and ecstasy.

She PULLED and PULLED. Not letting tension evade my poor balls, minutes slowly passing by.

Once she thought it’d been long enough, she begun closing her right hand again, I assumed to assess her results. she slowly closed the lower fingers. Making sure not to release the tension she’d build with her left. Her left hand still making a hoop shape slowing past over my balls. Pressed against the rigid rim of her fingers, my balls yielded, its shape flattening against her finer and thumb as they oozed through the narrow opening.

I, still unable to catch my breath, unable to admire her work. My hands gripping her calves. I caught a glimse down between my legs, my balls previously occupied her hands down to the ring and pinky, but now her ring finger was firmly clenched to her palm. Leaving only pinky.

Her - I thought I got further than that

Looking disappointed in the result, she tugged upwards. Letting my know it was time to sit up, I asked for a few minutes to compose myself after what had transpired

She declined.

Surging my balls further upwards. It seemed she was tired of leaning over but wasn’t willing to let go of my sack just yet.

Her - And lose my progress, I think not

Let feet lifter, finally freeing my thighs. My quads sore from trying to close them. I put my hand on her desk for leverage as she “HELPED” my centre off her floor. Her hands not once loosening their grip on them.

Her - move your dick out the way, I want to see them up close.

I held my throbbing cock against my abdomen, she pulled my balls close, my body being able to flow this time. My balls inches from her face. My Birds Eye view being her glorious breasts on either side of my balls in a choke hold. My cock throbbing harder. She notices.

Her - someone’s excited. That’s too bad though… I want my cushions softer.

Part 8

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 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 peeling 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 the big toe.

Then she started counting, to FIVE!

At five she replaced 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…

Part 7

Her - that knee only got you one blowjob

I’d just cum in her mouth, she stood up. I lay there after she hadn’t stop sucking after I’d orgasmed, I was spent but seeing her breasts and nipples (still hard). She made the contact with me and looked down at my flaccid penis, starting to throb again, looking at her naked body. She started to play with herself in an attempt to get me hard again.

Bringing her fingers down to her pussy she rubbed her clit and inserted her fingers. As she pulled out I could see her fingers glisten with her wetness, she rubbed her fingers together and brought them over her left breast, she coated her right nipple as she circled her areola. She lifted the same breast up to her mouth and licked around the nipple. Eventually inserting it in her mouth and sucking on it. She let go of her breast and kept it up by her lips. This display woke my previously over stimulated cock. I was hard again

She displayed playing with her breasts a little more. Flicking her nipples and making them rock solid. Hard enough the pole a hole if she still wearing her bra. My dick throbbed as she pinched her nipples. As I sat, she came over and sat in my lap, my cock slotted under her ass cheeks. She pressed her breasts into my face and brought her mouth to my ear

Her - I want you to eat it

I’d been thinking about her pussy for a while, I was hairless and wet, my mouth ready to do down on her. I pushed up from the chair, she stood close to me. Her body brushing against mine. That isn’t all that she wanted

Her - I let your cock in my mouth but I really belongs beneath my feet.

She smiled with a look. I looked down at her feet, the painted white toes. The toes that pressed my balls against her wall. After stating she was above my cock and it belongs under her feet, she used my chair to get onto the desk in my room, the desk was about waist height. I started to see where this was going.

She stood on my desk, her vagina just below eye level. Still wet and glistening. I stepped over to desk. I placed my hands on her ass and was about to bury my face in her pussy when she stopped me. She pushed be back with her foot. She pointed down at her raised foot, hovering near the table edge.

Her - I told you where it belongs

I brought my cock over the my OWN desk and places it where her right foot hovered. My balls pressed against the cold side of the desk. As I looked up she looked down. I too looked down again. She brought her heel down first onto my TIP. She dragged her heel backwards over the top of my cock as she brought the rest of the foot down. My body jerked a little from the shock of her heel skidding over my tip. My dick now firmly under her foot, her toes pushing against my pelvis. The base of my cock between her second and third toes. She laughed a little.

Her - exactly where it belongs

I didn’t expect after coming back after the holiday to have myself standing at the edge of my desk with my flatmate naked and my cock firmly under her feet. But this whole ordeal keeps me wanting more, she pressed down on my cock with her foot, flattening it against the table top. She then shifts her full body weight onto her right foot as she lifts up her left leg. The sheer weight on my cock causes me to stiffen my legs and my feet to raise. My body’s natural reaction to try and protect my body parts but as my cock was sandwiched between her pedicured foot and the table I wasn’t going anywhere.

She leaned her back against the wall brought her left foot up to my face. She pressed the end of her foot on my chin and her big toe on my lips. She slowly pushed me backwards. My top half being pushed back while my cock clamped down. I let out a breath, it seems like she was starting to enjoy having the control. She watched me as she went further and further. She could hear my breathing as she extended her leg. She bit her lip as she caused me more pain. When I let a breath out, it was short and sharp from the shock. She stuck her toes in my mouth

Her - suck on them.

I had her toes in my mouth. The same toes that crushed my balls just a few days ago. I’d thought about her feet from time to time especially since I helped her stretch, but never sucking on them. It was unexpected but sexy.

She used my chin as a pivot and yanked her toes from my mouth. As she took her foot away from my face my body immediately began moving forwards to ease my pain. She brought her leg around the side of my neck. Her knee resting on my shoulder. And in a split second she slid my face up her thigh and buried it in her pussy.

I started eating her out, she held the back of my head and pushed my face harder between her thigh. I grabbed her ass cheeks once again and brought her closer, pulling them apart. I barely had time to take a breath as I ate her out, I licked her pussy up and down before eating out her clit. I could feel every body twitch through her heel on my tip. Pre-cum continuously spreading on the sole of her foot

I stopped for second the take a breath. Mid me taking a breath I felt her foot lift slightly and then come CRASHING DOWN.

Her - I didn’t say stop!

And sent my face back between her thighs. The first time she orgasmed I’d feel her heel raise a little. Offering me short term relief even for a second. But then right back down. After I don’t know how long. She was done. She lifted her right leg and put it over my other shoulder and told be to drop her on the bed.

I swivelled to the bed and we both went down, she lay with her body spread and eyes closed.

Her - wow I haven’t been eaten out like that before.

I lay on the bed, exhausted, my jaw sore and tongue stiff. I’d never eaten someone out that hard before. My cock red, probably from the blood rushing back after being squeezed out! I looked over at the pool of pre-cum where the action took place

After resting for bit she eventually sat up

Her - that was pretty good, it’s given me some new ideas…

Part 6

Her - anyways I’m done stretching I have to go. You should really put some ice on that.

In my room, after making myself an ice pack from the freezer I sat in my chair. My balls resting on the seat. Trying to remember if they used to rest on the seat like that or did my sack keep them higher up. The ice eased my aching, I stayed sat watching tv until the ice melted. The pain in my balls subsided for the time being. That is until they got back to room temp I assume the pain would come back. I stood up and went towards the bathroom mirror.

I wanted to see how they hung after the ordeal. The ice caused them to contract so I couldn’t tell. I wanted a while for my groin to warm back up and check again a little while later. I stepped into the bathroom and looked down, my balls weren’t bruised to my surprise. I then noticed where they hung, I’d never really given it any thought but I definetly could tell they were hanging lower than usual. From the way they rested in the chair to seeing how gravity affected the dangle. The pain wasn’t as bad but I have to admit since starting out agreement I had been thinking about how, if they hung lower, the kind of access she’d have to them. That thought instantly made me hard. I pictured her toes on top of them like earlier in her room. And the possibilities…

She knocked on my door the next day while I was chilling in my room, she wanted to see how my balls looked, I was a bit strange having a flatmate coming over to inspect my nuts, especially if the one checking is the perpetrator. I said they’re alight after I iced them but she still wanted to look. I pulled down my trousers and boxers. As I straightened up from pulling my boxers down I felt my balls swing and touch my thigh. These two body parts have never touched in that place before, further solidifying my theory, they’re hanging lower. She sat on my chair and cupped them, her hands were warm. She commented they looked lower than before, and it was ‘good to know’, While shooting me a look.

Her - you know I could have just used my desk for that stretch. But I prefer these now. Looks like I’ll be able to go lower next time

A light squeeze later she stood up and went. She had some class work to do and was just stopping by. Once she left my heart stopped pounding. Any moment she’s near my balls I’m unsure how safe they are. But I was relieved when she left. It had only been a day and my balls weren’t ready to be of service yet.

Late on evening I was taking a hot shower, I heard a bang on my door and it was her, I shouted I was just getting out of the shower. I put my robe on and opened the door. It was her. She was bored and wanted to see if I wanted to hang out. I was still wet from just coming out the shower. I said to just give me a few minutes to get dressed. But she said ‘no need’. And came in.

My bathroom still had steam coming from the door way, her standing in-front of me. I asked if there’s any specific reason the robe was alright, maybe she’s a little ticked off by anything. But she said no, she wanted it purely for pleasure and she thought of something we could do to pass the time.

Her - are you balls recovered?

She asked. I said kind of, it had only been a couple days but they didn’t ache anymore. She said she thinks I can probably take more now and how my pain tolerance should increase every time we do it. What she said made sense but it didn’t make my predicament any better. Still I really didn’t see myself not holding up my send of the bargain.

She reached through the overlap in the robe, and found my jewels where they hung, she knew exactly where they were. Kneading them gently, it felt like a massage as she twirled both balls in her fingers.

She took her hand out and said she had a little reward for helping her out the other day. She unbuttoned her top to reveal her tight bra, her breasts ready to burst out. Then she opened my robe from the belt and pressed her body against mine as she started tugging and squeezing my balls again. She wasn’t joking when she said pleasure, I think she enjoys playing with my balls now. I foolishly asked if she wanted to take her bra off.

Her - let me knee them and I’ll take it off

KNEE! I wasn’t expecting kneeing so early, I asked how hard, she said not really hard but not a lite tap. Her answer gave me no confidence but I reluctantly agreed. As soon as I agreed she pushed herself off and took her trousers off. She stated “ I want to feel your balls against my knee” . Her pants matched her bra, both black. She tossed her trousers on the bed and began approaching me, my robe still open. She stood close, boobs grazing my chest. She put her arms on my shoulders. Slowly lifted her knee up to my low hanging scrotum. My balls rested on top of her knee for a moment, like she’s lining up her shot.

I felt her knee go down was my balls began to hang again. And then.

Her hands squeezed my shoulders first, giving my body its first signal for what was coming. She leaned forward then thrusted back, as she thrusted back she lifted her right thigh and drove her KNEE square into my vulnerably balls.

Her knee struck my balls, I felt my balls bounce off the top of her knee, then rest there. She didn’t lower her leg. She kept it up. My balls on top. The blow sent signals through me like strings being pulled. But she was right it wasn’t really hard but not a life tap either. The pain felt good

I’d later find out there’s different types of kneeing but this time it was a strike, not like now they were pinned against the wall. She lowered her knee. She said it felt good. I unclipped be bra and tossed it on the bed. Her nipples pressed against my chest. Her right leg still between my legs. Leaned down lifted her thigh up to my balls. I felt the top of her knee push into my balls. I told her to knee me again for the underwear.

She didn’t answer but instantly lowered let leg into starts position. This time all she was wearing was her underwear. She was already lined up from the last shot, she did the same again, slight lean forward and thrust back as she drove her knee up one more time into my hanging balls. A satisfying SMACK sound as her knee made contact with my testicles. The pain radiated up from my scrotum. I arched over, the second blow was harder than the first. Her breasts flattened into my falling chest. She didn’t step away.

After about 10 seconds I gained my footing a little more, I straighten my back. She still stood at the same spot. She bent over and removed her underwear. She put it up to my mouth. It smelled good. She told me to open my mouth and stuffed her panties in. She guided my jaw shut with her palm and announced

Her - if you take another one I’ll suck you off

I couldn’t answer as I had her soaked panties in my mouth. I nodded and she started positioning herself for her third strike. She said she’s going a harder this time. She told me to hold my dick out the way

Her - on three, one two

She never make it to three, on two she spiked her knee straight up, as fast as she could at the time. A direct hit into both balls. The SMACK even louder this time. My balls were sent shooting upwards. It felt like they seporate on the way up and reunited at the peak height, hitting into each other then crashing back down onto her leg.

I keeled over, that was the hardest strike so far. I fell to my knees. Holding my balls until the pain started to subside.
She didn’t give me much time as she helped my back up and onto my chair. She pushed away my hands and said she’s thinks she has a better idea.

She pinched my scrotum up with her fingers and pressed my balls in to her mouth. I felt her tongue circle my left and right nut as she sucked gently on both my balls. She sucked on my balls for a little bit until I was relaxed and then let them fall out onto the chair.

She grabbed around the top and lightly tugged at them as the tip of my cock entered her mouth. As she brought her head up and down. She’d tug as her head went up. Intermittent she stop and spit on it as she sucked. I told her I was about the cum, she locked eyes with me but continued sucking. She swallowed as she sucked and continued sucking. My body jerked at the over stimulation but I was at her mercy, any sudden more she was still holding my balls. Eventually she stopped, we both sat for a few minutes.

As she stood up, I could see her full body again, her nipples still erect, I felt my cock getting hard again.

Her - that knee only got you one blowjob.

Her - fill them up for me

I went back to my room, balls blue as ever. All I wanted to do was jerk off to what I just witnessed but I felt like she’d know if I did. In the shower I washed off the remainder of her on my crotch. Eventually my cock calmed down and I was able to relax, but my balls felt heavier than ever. It felt like carrying around extra cum.

I don’t know if I mentioned this before but my flatmate likes to work out, she regularly goes to the gym but she also told me she likes to work out at home too. She’s very into flexibility and mobility.

That night I fell asleep, not having came. I woke up in the morning, balls still felt heavy. I inspected them to see if they’d gotten bigger or was it all just feeling, either way it was uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to get it over with to feel lighter. But the build up kept me wanting to go back. Throughout the whole day I felt this constant feeling of weight in my groin. A weight I’d never felt before. I kept myself busy trying not to think about it. I wondered if she’d let me cum soon.

That evening I texted her I needed to cum soon, she said she was serious about it and had plans for me, but she happened to be doing some flexibility workouts. She had a job for me and told me to come over to her room and door was unlocked. I went over not sure what she wanted me to do. When I entered, she was wearing a workout fit, tight sports top, a little thin as I could still see her nipples poking out, she had her yoga mat laid out in the floor. Some pink short shorts. I noticed her white toes Bilal’s as she has not shoes or socks on. I assumed she was doing yoga.

I came in and sat in her chair, she was to give her a few minutes. She carries doing her yoga poses, flexing her body in different ways, she was more flexible than I thought. Eventually she stopped and I asked what the little job was. She smiles and started explaining singing about yoga and working on her splits. I didn’t really understand exactly what she was explaining until she demonstrated. I thought the splits was just dome on the floor, but she wanted to do something against the wall, she moved her mat closer to the wall and showed me. She took her left foot and laid it upside down against the mat, and put her right leg forward against the wall, from that position she’d attempt to do a split, but then further than a split, the technical term she used was an over split. Essentially you go past the 180 degree split to even further. She was going for it but her leg kept slipping from the wall. She asked me to hold her foot up on the wall, so she could go further.

I was happy to do so, nothing difficult. I stood close to the wall and grabbed her heel, her white toe nails in facing up. She had her heels and the balls of her foot against the wall, as she hips ascended down into a split. She continued down further than last time as I held her foot. The further the got the more her heel lifted from the wall. Just her toes against the wall, I was holding her heel and got distracted by her flexible body and her foot slipped from the wall downwards. This got off balance and fell. Her boobs about to spill out of her top as she cut the floor. she was now in a bad mood.

Her - all you had to do was hold my foot!

She was annoyed, lying on her side after falling over. she caught me still staring at her breasts. Then her expression changed.

Her - I know exactly what’ll make you concentrate

Her expression changed from annoyed to serious. She sat on her mat for a little bit working out how it’ll work. Then got up and instructed me to stand back facing the wall. I thought she’s going to have me hold her foot from the front. But I was far from wrong. She explained she’d realised her heel lifts off the wall anyway so all she needed was an anchor for her toes. I thought she’s wanted me to hold her toes which would have been a bit strange to do. I was very far off.

She had me undress, even my boxers. Then she got between my legs and grabbed my balls with both hands. She pulled down gently at first then a little harder. My balls were at the end of my sack. She then pushed using my balls against the wall. This way my balls didn’t reach the wall.

She had me turn around with my front facing the wall instead, as to stop me from getting distracted. I tilted my bead back to see what she was doing. She told me to hold my balls against the wall. I did as Instructed

She slowly brought her right foot forward. I held my balls against the wall, I felt her toes over my thumb. Said I can remove my hands now. I felt her toes above my balls. I removed my hands. In that moment my balls were just below her toes, pressing into the little room above my balls of my sack. She gently allows her toes to fall. Pushing my balls down. My knees started to shake.

Her - are you concentrating now? keep you legs straight and apart, you don’t want me to lose my balance this time.

Her toes stopped moving, pinning my balls below them. She then pushed forward with the balls of her foot. Her toes pushing down on both my testicles and the balls of her feet pressing them against the wall. It was in pain but at the same time it felt amazing, my cock was sandwiched between my waist and the wall.

She told me she was starting her split. She ascended down, I could just about see her, trying to look over my shoulder. As she got lower. The balls of her feet let off my balls, like her heel lifted away from the wall.

But her toes kept pressing down. I could feel my ball sack getting stretched. Being used as her personal shelf to rest her toes on. She continued further and further. The pressure on my sack increasing. Squeezing me balls under her toes like trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out. Her stretch lasted a full 5 minutes. She stayed in that position. Every second felt like agony. My balls were on fire.

Her toes on the verge of slipping off the wall with just my balls under them to stop the decent. My sack holding on for dear life. My body wanted to fall down. But I had my legs locked as to not go down. Like increasing the gravity 10x but just to your testicles.

Her - wow I didn’t think they could stretch that far, your balls really make great anchors. My toes feel very secure right now

For the next few minutes she kept her pose, her toes moving down a little everytime I felt she thought I was starting to relax. Eventually she was done. She pushed off the wall using MY BALLS of course. And sat on her mate.

As she pushed off I felt my balls simultaneously get crushed, already under her toes. My balls compressed under her white toes and the solid walI. I fell to the ground cupping both my balls in my hands, She sat unbothered and started talking about how she hadn’t gone that far before in her splits. I didn’t answer for a while. The pain subsided slightly and I was able to look up and speak. She was sitting up on her yoga mat. She told me to spread my legs so she can inspected my balls. She was wondering if she would see her toe prints. I let go of my balls and as I sat with my legs open, they rested on her room floor. They’re changed colour from what I assume was the blood rushing back to my them. Picked them off the ground and inspected one ball at a time.

I’d have gone into shock if she decided to slap them in that moment. But she didn’t . She put them back nicely on the ground and stood up. Smiled and said

Her - anyways I’m done stretching I have to go. You should really put some ice on that.

Part 4

Her - “ that’s gonna cost you”

After I came, she relaxed infront of me, she let go of the sides of her breasts and let them sit between my cock, her hands resting on my sides. Still red from what she performed earlier. I just stared at my load glazing her tits slowly making its way down. I watch as if dribbled down to her left nipple and flowed around, I did say her nipples were juicy. Eventually making its was to my groin. She was fatigued and I was still in somewhat shock. We both just layed there.

Eventually she got up after recovering some energy and wiped some jizz off her nipple. She made eye contact with me and placed her left hand under my balls, cupping them. And like the first night raised her hand towards her mouth to look like she’s going to lick it off her fingers. My balls tingled as I wasn’t ready to be slapped again in that moment. I watched her hand go down. But not to my vulnerable balls, she licked the cum from her fingers and shot me a grin, knowing what I thought was coming. She knew she had that power over me. And I’d given them to her.

She told me she was done and we parted to put seporate rooms to clean up, I ran cold water over what was left of my cock, my balls still sore from what she did the first time. I didn’t think I was able to produce that amount of cum, the thought made me hard visualising her chest covered in my semen. We saw each other in the kitchen the next day, her hands weren’t as read as before. She was completely normal, like nothing happened last night, we talked about classes and she went back to her room, I watched as she walked back, now for the first time noticing heart shaped ass, she was wearing thin flowing trousers that don’t leave much to the imagination. I wondered if that was included in her plans…

I spent the next few days busy with classes, running into each other here and there. My cock had surprisingly started to recover quite quickly. But I didn’t feel the need to let her know yet. By this point my balls were back to how I remember them. But over all still has a few days to fully heal.

One evening I was alone my phone in the common area of out flat, waiting for me food. When I heard the faint humming of a toothbrush ( or vibrator). I hadn’t yet seen her get off, the thought got me hard. I texted her to see what she’s up to, she replied she was looking through her vibrators. I knew she had one, I asked if she wanted any …help

She didn’t reply, but a few minutes later I hear a door open, she enters the kitchen. We exchange smiles and invited me to her room to ‘help’. This is the first time she asks how my bits are doing, i say they’re still healing, she giggles a little and hands me something I’ve never seen before, a dildo with wha looks like and extension. I ask her what it is she explains the large end she fucks herself with and the little extra arm is what vibrates on her clit. I was fascinated at the idea, by the loos of it I thought the extra end would have gone towards the rear but I was mistaken.

I asked her why she had so many toys out, she said she’d been planning to masturbate later and wanted to make sure they were all charged. Her eyes glanced down at my now erecting cock as she told me. She said it was too bad I was still healing, and passed her hand over by bulge.

She asked me if I’m into being watched, at the time I’d never been presented with the opportunity. She then shot me a look and said - you can stay for the show.

I watched me disappear into the bathroom for what felt like forever, leaving me in her room with her toys. I’d never seen so many at once. She was multiple, all different sizes and all electric. I recognised the one she sent a pic of during the break. The bathroom door opened she stood there completely nude, she watched me look at her eyes, then down her breasts to her clean shaved pussy.

She said shows have voluntary participation, I volunteered.

She instructed me to remove my clothes and lie down on the bed. At this point no mention of needed my services, so I assumed she’ll either surprise me or she’s planning something else. Her toys were laid out on the side. Ready

She walked out the room and turned towards the mad, she brought her leg up and across my chest. Landing her thick ass on my chest. I looked up to see the underside of her breast, her nipples peaking over the edges. Her clit inches from my mouth. I opened my mouth thinking she wants me to eat her out, but I was mistaken. She pushed my head back and started to finger herself, rubbing her clit with thumb. Her pussy got wetter and wetter. She continued fingering until I could feel her warm wetness on my chest.

She suddenly stopped and looked back at me cock, leaking behind her, looked and me with a serious expression

Her - don’t you dare touch that cock

Throbbing right behind her, and yet I’m not allowed. She moves herself back towards my thighs and positions her pussy over my groin. She’s on her knees and makes sure to get my cock and balls under her vagina.

Im going to find out why in a moment. She picks up the toy she sent me a pic of. Swipes it along the under side of my penis and inserts it in her pussy, I watch as she pushes it in and out, she’s so wet I can see fluid drip as inserts it further. She fucks herself with the toy for while, over my junk, I can feel her warm wetness covering my cock and balls, she makes sure not to touch them, but keeps going, I witness her orgasm for the next half and hour. Changing between toys. Every time she’s change toy, she’d rub it on my body to clean off her fluid before placing it back. She pinched her nipple while fucking herself. All right above my pulsing cock. I was told not to move. So I just watched.

After what was possibly her 12th orgasm, she stopped. My cock and balls drenched in her vaginal lube, my cock still throbbing. She got up, took some deeper breaths and walked back into the bathroom. Before she left she told me not to move. My cock covered in her wetness was ready to explode, but I waited. She came back out in her robe, leaned over with a towel and told me to clean myself up, and under no circumstances was I to jerk my cock or cum. This was the most extreme case of blue balls if ever experienced

I cleaned off all her wetness, she told me to stand up. She brought her hand down and cupped both my balls in her hand, gave them a gentle squeeze and said

Her - fill them up for me

Part 3

Her - guess who pissed me off today.

It’s been a few days since my I had my balls used as stress/frustration relief by her, she messages me normally like it never happened, just like she’s completed a chore, My balls are still a numb from the other night. After she licked the tip she told me not to cum. She had plans. I’ve seen her more around the flat, cooking, in and out of classes. Until tonight when I got the message. I didn’t read in to it too much as it could be just chatting. Over the holidays we’d talked about being switch and she had mentions how she loves being a dom. Thing is I’ve just offered a dom my balls

I asked her who, turns out it was the reception guy again, I was underwhelmed with the answer expecting something more, and thus lowered my expectation of being… used again. But she asked if it was a one time offer … or … if it can extend to the rest of the year. I didn’t know what to say. I was staring at my phone, she wants my balls for the year? I can say no but I know I won’t. She asked if she can come over to my room. I said yes and a few minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I opened the door and she wasn’t in the robe. For some reason I felt some relief. I associate the robe with my cashews demise it seems.

She came in and sat on the bed, she said “ the other night was really fun, getting a little frustration out”.

I interrupted her and asked what she meant by “ a little”.

She smiles and responded “ yeh like I said last time, I don’t want you out of commission, those balls are mine, if you want them to be” she moved closer. I noticed she’s taken her slippers off and had painted her toe nails white, she slowly brought her foot along my thighs towards my groin. And pressed her toes against my balls. She asked me “ so can I extend your offer to the rest of the academic year”.

I’d never been asked for that before, I hesitated to guarantee my balls demise, she said how much she enjoyed busting my balls, it was her first time but she’s been thinking of different ways on her own and online. At this point I didn’t know if I was more scared or turned on. She told me she wants them TONIGHT. I hesitated again, but this time she said “ if you come to my room tonight I’ll take you agree I own your balls for the rest of the year, if you don’t I’ll understand. No hard feelings”

She left shortly after telling me to make sure I don’t cum until tonight. Also to trim as she didn’t want anything CUSHIONING my balls from her plans and to keep trimmed for the rest of the year.

That evening I found myself talking out my trimmer and made sure no cushioning was present. She texted me to come over around midnight.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make an agreement like that, I’d only know this girl for a few months and now I’m letting her to do as she wishes with my cashews. It didn’t matter what I thought as I found myself outside her door at midnight, my balls had made the decision for me.

She opened the door, she was wearing her robe again, but this time I had a feeling she was more excited about our relief session, I could see her nipples poking into the satin, she had perfect small marble shaped nipples. She’s slapped my balls I haven’t even seen her naked. She invited me in.

Her - “ so you came to your senses?”

I nodded

Her - “ so… since offering your balls, I’ve come to a realisation I have a lot of pent up aggression, especially from men. Uhhh I hate men. And you know classes too. But, Ive found I really like punishing balls, especially yours. you want it and I like giving it to you.”

I sat there talking everything in, and asked a simple question “ so as long as I keep giving you my balls you’ll keep punishing them” .

She said yes, there was silence for a little bit. We were both taking in this sudden arrangement. What broke the silence was when she pulled the top part of her robe apart revealing her juicy dark chocolate nipples, she was slim with a small bust and a full C-cup. Her breasts were absolute perfection. She looked at me and said “ that’s not all you’ll get”

I moved in closer and lifted her right breast. I put her nipple to her mouth and she began sucking. I took it out and started sucking her juicy nipple myself. She pulled it out of my mouth and threw me onto the bed “today is still my session” and told me to take off my clothes.

I took off my clothes and she took off her robe revealing nothing but a thong, I had full view of the goddess that will be crushing my balls. She came close to my balls gave them a kiss and said today she wants my cock instead. I was slightly relieved. My balls hadn’t fully recovered but I was still going to let her.

No today she was in a really bad mood. I saw a sudden switch. She had been so calm before but now it’s like she’s got out of character into the man hating woman she’s been all along. She decided she wants to SLAP something today but as hard as she can, and elected my cock as the recipient. Flash back to our holiday conversations I had talked about likening being rough with my cock, I even mentioned a punishment. Then it clicked in my brain. I looked at her and she had the expression like she knew I’d realised what she wanted. I wasn’t opposed to it as I knew my cock could take it. She had this evil smile on her face, like she’s been waiting for this.

She layed down between my legs. As she moved up I could feel her hard nipples rubbing up my legs towards my cock, her two breasts hanging down. The view was making me even harder. when she arrived at the base she said

“ wow it’s throbbing for me, let’s see if we can make you even harder”. Then she places her perfect breasts on either side and gently rubbed my cock between her tits. With full view of her nipples she stopped. Circles her finger around my tip to get some pre-cum and circled each areola around the nipple. She seemed to like spreading my pre-cum around but I had no complaints. At this point my cock is as hard as it ever has been. She notices and smiles

Raises her upper body. I watched her breasts bounce as she got up. She sat on her knees between my legs spreading them apart. At this point I’ve realised what’s coming but have no intention of stopping it. Her expression changes. I see that man hating expression on her face. Like she’s about the get satisfaction. She grabs the base of my cock with her left had and pushes down forcing my cock straight and upright. She then makes a circle around the base with her thumb and index fingers. And her right hand, starts raising it up. In a flash I see her land a giant SMACK the right side of my cock. She’s SLAPPED my cock so hard I could see it bounce off my thighs side to side. The slap echoed in her room. She pressed harder at my base with her other hand, minimising recoil. At that moment I could see the look in her eye.

Her - “ you took that well, I’m going to stop holding back now”

But I had no time to think. She didn’t lie about thinking about her own punishments. She then instead of reloading her smack, she immediately BACKHANDED the other side of my cock. And she went back and forth AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN. She kept going until I lost count. All I saw a violet array of forward and back slaps to my cock, it was getting harder as she kept slapping her perfect tits swaying side to side as she slapped harder and harder.

She stops intermittently to let me see my red throbbing cock, then continues SLAPPING. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**.** Until only when she herself feels she’s satisfied. She went on and on for over 10 minutes, but to me it felt like an eternity. Eventually she stopped. Later in the year 10 minutes would barely be a warm up…

Her hands were sore. My dick was red hot. she looked at me, looked at me dick, looked at me then back at my dick. Commented my dick looked a little ‘red’ and spat on my cock then got up totally exhausted. She said she felt like she just released 10 years of frustration out in that one session. But she made sure I knew it was just a figure of speech and my offer still stands and can’t take it back. I forgot about the pain I felt in my cock when she added “ I want to train your balls so I can do the same to them this year “. I felt my stomach sink, the thought excites me but I don’t know if my balls can be trained to take that level of abuse.

I looked at what used to look like my cock, now red hot and bruised, with her spit running from the tip down the shaft . I still felt like cumming after the beating she gave me. I went to touch my tip, I felt like even a little jerking would make me erupt.

She noticed me about to touch my cock and told me to stop, she wanted to edge me, her nipples were still feeling sensitive. She lay back down in the first position. This time she rubbed her nipples all over the tip of my cock, she brought her head forward and put both her nipples and my tip in her mouth and sucked on them gently. I could feel her tongue lick the edge of my penis and her hard nipples all between her full lips. I felt her cold tits against my cock. She raised her head, and smothered my cock with her breasts and slowly jerked my sensitive cock slowly. Every lift of her breast brushed my sensitive tip, until I could take it anymore and erupted. My cum shot directly in the air and landed over both her breasts. She stops

Her - “ that’s gonna cost you”

Part 2

Moving into my new flat for college final wasn’t what I expected

Since starting back, this was the times when Covid was at its height. Universities still ran and students were allowed to move into accommodations. Entering my final year I hadn’t yet discovered my affinity to dangerous situations of my own volition.

I’d already have some idea of who my flat mates were at the time, people I’d come across through my years at university leading to this year, except one new girl, she came a few months into year. I’d just come out of a break up not long ago and want the in the most sociable mood. I was told a new girl has moved in by another flat mate. So I went the knock the door to say hello since we’d be living together.

No answer, a short while later I was in the shared kitchen and could hear a faint whirring sound from the adjacent room, at the time I assumed it was a toothbrush but I later found out was one of many vibrators. She had emerged from her room and introduced herself. She’d moved here from over seas. Beautiful curly hair from the Caribbean. We spoke for a while usually interactions and exchanged numbers. I didn’t see her for a while after due to different schedules and timetables. At one point I’d assumed she may have moved out

Everyone had gone for Christmas’s break, I had decided to stay a couple days before leaving for the holidays. I heard a sound but everyone I knew had gone, except her. I hadn’t seen her for some time and assumed she must have moved out. I texted to see if she’s still here. She replied saying. She hadn’t moved out and thought I had, but it wasn’t her. In the flat at the time. From them we started talking regularly just getting to know each other, nothing like a talking stage. But just friends chatting.

Later on left the flat to go home for the holidays and we texted through out the break, for a while it was usual shit chit chat until on day she messages me out the blue, assuming she’d talking to one of her female friends about this also, if I was into slapping during sex, obviously this being the first time she’s mentioned anything outside friendly messages I replied I’m very open to trying new things, as long is the other person is comfortable and content is always given. She liked my answer, very vanilla but safe, this started a whole slurry of tens of hours of conversations we have over the holiday.

She had told be a story about her having sat on a especially hot wall in the summer and nearly burning her ass cheeks, I replied teasing a little and also mentions nothing wrong with a little pain now and again, she hearted the message and agreed. I’d later tease her again about this

Eventually out conversations got onto the topic fetishes and kinks, we both had ones we had tried and others we wanted to try, even giving eachother ideas for our own, but essentially there wasn’t anything mentioned either one of us would want to do, again never explicitly with each other but in general. Feet were mentioned at one point, she asked what some people find so arousing with feet. At the time I didn’t have much experience in the area but mentioned I don’t mind the idea of a girls foot standing on my cock, she then proceeded to send me a pic of her feet with a laughing face. The thought got me hard on the spot.

She sent me a picture of some boots she’s had for a while, she mentions it’s talking for ever to break in, every time she wears them she says they really hurt her feet, I of course in the spirit of our conversations offer her my cashews as a cushion for her feet, she hearts the message and replies 👀👀.

Later in the break I saw my opportunity to tease her about her burn 🍑, when the time came I dropped my joke, to which she replied maybe I should burn your 🥜. My balls tingled. I was mysteriously hot but scary at the same time, the thought. I laughed back and we continued talking. She’d mention new kinks she’s found and I’d mention mines. Progressively getting more painful especially to the cock and balls.

The conversations wouldn’t always be sex related she’s share feeling stressed and frustrated at times, either with school or specifically men she encountered in her daily life she hates, showing her man hating side a lot. Like she’s really enjoy causing a man pain…

Eventually we came back from the holidays, I moved in before her and she came a couple days later. She same to say hi when she entered the flat, the vibe the same as when we started texting, friendly which I felt too. I wasn’t looking to be in a relationship with her but she was pretty.

A few days go by and I’m in my room, it’s late. She’s texted me complaining about school and assignment stress, and being frustrated with the guy at reception about a parcel and how much she hates men etc. you get the picture. We talk to a little bit and recommend she uses an outlet to let out some of her frustrations.

Her - like what

Me - I’d say a stress ball but I can only offer you my balls

First time joking in this context since she’s been back she sends some laughing emojis and I think that’s that.

Her - since you’re offering…

I receive this message 30 seconds later, a few minutes later she messages to come to her room. My hearts racing at this point. I can’t tell if she’s serious but I’m rock hard at the thought.

I walk over to her room and knock on the door, I have my boner tucked in my waist band. She opens the door in a satin robe, a cleavage line running down to the robe closing, she says hello and invited me in. We’d become very familiar over text during the break so it wasn’t awkward. She locks the door behind me, I’m glancing out her window. She, to my surprise wastes very little time and as she approaches my side, she lays her hand flat against my abdomen and slides it into my trousers. Her pinks grasses the tip of my cock as she slides in. She manoeuvres around my cock and finds my balls. Her hands were cold. The flat was warm that night causing my balls to hang low, very easily accessible. She gripped both balls in the palm of her hand, looked me in the eyes and told me - “these are mine tonight”.

In that moment I realised the situation I’d put my self in, for the first time in my life. I was about the hand the safety of my cashews over to this girl I’d only know for a few months. At any moment I could stop this, but I didn’t want to. She’s holding my balls and in my opinion she can do what she wants with them.

She watched my face as she squeezes, it feels good, she notices my expression and tightens her grip, she watches my face change, a wash of doubt if I’ve made the right decision. Then before I even notice, she makes an O shape with her thumb and index finger around the base of my balls and uses that hand to extrude my balls the the end of the sack, then she tightens the O shape and grips my balls with her other three fingers. She’s smiling the whole time.

In that moment, for the first time in my life I’ve had my balls moved in that direction, I watched in horror as I saw her sit on her bed still bonding my balls and yank them down to a more comfortable level for her hands. It felt like she yanked my entire body. she says

Her - Take off your bottoms I want full access

I oblige, I take off my trousers and boxers. She runs her finger nail down my left ball, then the right. I watch her as she does this, pre-cum dripping from my untouched cock. I stand there. She looks up at me, smiles and makes a peace sign with her non ball hand, then in a split second I feel a tug on my balls as my eyes move from her face to my balls, I see the same peace sign I saw a moment ago, DIG straight into my balls, one finger into each testicle. My knees buckle and I fall forwards towards her and the bed. During all this she still hasn’t let go of my balls.

After a few seconds I push myself back up from the bed, but as I fell the tip of my cock swiped her right tit, all I could see is a glistening white line on her perfect boob, she looked down, squinted her eyes. And without saying a word she used her free hand to wipe the pre-cum off her tit and I watched her rub it between her fingers. This made my cock throb, these same fingers. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, brought her fingers up to her tongue. As she brought her hand down to lick my pre-cum off her fingers. I watch her hand speed up…SMACK

Completely miss her tongue and slaps straight onto both my taut balls in her other hand. At this point I’m in shock. And she slaps me AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN!

I fall onto the bed to the side of her, she’s still holding my balls.

Her - I’m surprised you didn’t cum, I guess they’re tougher than I thought. I’m done for now.

She licked the tip of my cock and said that’s a thanks. tells me she doesn’t want me out of commission, and sends me back to my room to recover. A few days go by and we talk normally. No mention of that night until later in the week when I get a notification

Her - guess who pissed me off today.

Part - 1