My Perfect Femdom Experience And Nasty Ballbusting Story

Like a lot of other perverted men with too much money and not a lot of love, I became obsessed with the idea of having my testicles destroyed pretty early on in my life. It had been about 5 years prior to actually having the chance to indulge in my fetish that I read my first ballbusting story. It was in an autobiography of some guy that had devoted his life to the proliferation of BDSM and femdom subculture – I originally got the book as a present from a work college, and I soon found myself loving the concept behind testicle punishment.

See, my balls need to be taught a good lesson from time to time. I go about my life with little care for others and waste my money on expensive food and fast cars. I feel as if sometimes, I can actually be a real bastard. Do you know what real bastards deserve? Ballbusting. They deserve to be treated like pigs, and they need to be brought to their knees so everyone can laugh at how pathetic they are.

Anyway, at the beginning of the month, I was looking through the back of a paper looking for a plumper when I came across the adult section. In it there was a special advert for a woman called simply ‘The Dominatrix’. A list of her specializations was included, and one of them was ballbusting. I knew that the very second I read that word, I would not be able to function normally without having my nuts subjected to her evil will. Naturally, I took down the number and organized a visit to her office in the middle of the city. The day came around to when I was supposed to addend and I did: taking the $200 required for just 15 minutes of her time.

When I arrived, I knocked on the door and when it opened, I was presented by who I could have only guessed to be The Dominatrix. She looked me up and down as I did the same to her. Wearing a pair of high heels, a knee-length skirt and a tight PVC top, I managed to imagine the clothes just fine, but the fact that she could have been no older than 20 really surprised me. I felt even more pathetic and weak as I walked inside, realizing that not only was the subject of my own ballbusting story going to be incredibly young, she was also the perfect woman aesthetically. Her eyes were a sharp green, with long black hair that was straight and silky. Her figure was divine, with a perfect pair of feet wrapped in a set of red high heels.

“Lay down on the floor and take your balls out of your trousers.” – Her voice was undeniably authoritative, I felt so insignificant as she pulled her blinds down fully and barely registered my attention. I did as I was told and let my testicles hang out of my pants.

“Look at them. I want you to take a good, hard visual check of the situation. Not only do you look fucking stupid with the hanging out, you’re going to miss the color and shape they currently have. When you’re finished with yourself, I’ll just love the transformation.”

I gulped as she walked toward a table in the corner of the room. From it, she removed a whip with several strands of leather attached to the end.

“Put your hands above your head and aim them over your balls. I want you to let your hands go as soon as you’re ready to hit the target. I would try to avoid missing if I were you.” – I nervously followed her instructions. It’s one thing to have someone else hit you in the ball bag, it’s another to do it yourself.

I did as I was told and managed to hit the dead center of both testicles: the pain was instant. I found it hard to breathe as an intense desire to be sick ran throughout my body. I gasped for air and started to groan at the pain I was experiencing. The Dominatrix was laughing as I endured the suffering: I was in another world of pain, and the mocking nature of her cackle made it even worse.

“Do it again.” – I looked at her and shuddered, raising my hand above my head again.

This time, I missed by a long shot. I can’t tell you exactly what it was that did it, but I had given up all hope after the initial shot to my testicles. The response was instant.

“NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH. TEN WHIPS TO YOUR USELESS BALLS.” – I was alarmed at just how loud she had become. Her look was serious and she approached me, throwing the leather implement she had gathered earlier into my lap. I did as I was told, again. This time, it was impossible to miss. I must admit that the initial swings were, while very powerful, unable to be felt. Toward the end, and especially on the last hit, I felt shivers go down my spine. I was in agony – my whole body was now a part of the ordeal.

“Good work, cunt. Grab your testicles with your strongest hand and squeeze. If you do not do what I say to a proper level of satisfaction, I will kick you in the cock and then kick you out.” – I listened closely and reconsidered my position. Did I really want this? Was the pain and suffering really worth it? I had no time to answer these questions, and very quickly took a hold of my two nuts and started to squeeze. By this time, my eyes were beginning to water, and the increased pressure from squeezing became unbearable.

“Squeeze your balls. Now.” – I heard the command and did my best to acknowledge it, but by this time, my body had given up. I had no more reserves to deal with the pain, and I fell back, releasing my busted balls from my grasp.

“Get the fuck out.” – She approached me and started to cock her leg, getting ready to deliver a final blow to my nuts. I have no idea how, but I managed to make it out of the door before she could lay a finger on me. It slammed behind me, and I immediately bent over in agony, holding my battered and bruised balls to try and comfort the pain.

About an hour after the experience, I sat down and realized that at no point was pain inflicted upon me by her. I had done all of the busting myself, and I felt miserable knowing that the pain I was experiencing came as a result of someone telling me to damage myself.

Was it what I expected from a ballbusting dominatrix? No. Was it worth every single dollar? I’ll let you be the judge of that one.

By Dominatrix Draven