Brenda the Professional Ballbuster: Getting Paid for Testicle Punishment

“Give me the money.” – Brenda looked at her client. She didn’t know his name. She didn’t care.

His name was John, he was an investment banker that lived in the heart of London and made a six figure salary. He was a powerful man, but when it came to his sex life, he loved nothing more than being dominated and controlled by someone else. He had never seen Brenda before, but had been given similar services by other fetish experts and practicing dominatrices over the last few years. See, John spends his entire life telling people what to do. Admittedly it is regarding their money, but the life he lives is one of control and power. John doesn’t like being in power, he wants someone to treat him as a submissive bitch that needs to be punished. Nothing else in his life can satisfy these desires. He’s an addict.

Brenda checked to make sure that the fee was covered – 200 English pounds were in crisp, new notes encased in a blank white envelope. She put the money down and looked at John for a few seconds.

She turned around and picked up her phone, seemingly losing interest in the client.

“Take your clothes off. Get completely naked. Go and lay down on the bed. You have 60 seconds.”

John stood still as he processed what he was told to do: of course, valuable time was lost during this moment of contemplation. He rushed to get out of his suit and must have been in the position demanded of him in the time he was permitted. Brenda turned around and looked at John.

“I told you to get naked, you stupid cunt. Why are you still wearing that stupid ring?”

John had forgotten to take off his wedding ring.

“Sorry. I just didn’t think that –“

“That’s right, you didn’t think. Because you’re an idiot. Keep it on now. I want you to remember why you’re about to experience the ballbusting I’ll be dishing out.” – John winced and felt his testicles shrink slightly. It was almost as if they were trying to escape into his abdomen. John was scared.

Brenda walked over and positioned herself between his legs. She stroked the inside of his thighs lovingly and traced her fingers over the head of his shaft. John was semi-erect from the initial touches and came to full attention after his dominatrix touched the tip.

Then it started.

Brenda took both of his testicles into her hand and gave a gentle squeeze – it was nothing intense, although it made John feel uneasy, as he felt any wrong move could mean that he would experience a level of pain unlike anything he’s witnessed before.

“You like that, don’t you? Me touching your balls. Do you think you’re going to like me busting them?”

John winced and swallowed – his throat tensed up as he contemplated what to say. Brenda gave a hard squeeze before speaking:

“I asked you a question. Do you know what a question is? Do you think you could perhaps formulate an answer to that question in your thick skull?” – Brenda tightened her grip on his testicles as she finished speaking.

John opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Brenda just as he was about to answer:

“Don’t answer. In fact, sit on the floor with your back against the bed.”

John did as he was told and Brenda positioned herself with both feet between his legs, showcasing her knee-length leather boots. She giggled to herself heartedly when John looked at them and a shot of fear crossed his face.

Brenda looked at his swollen testicles. She moved her feet closer and positioned one foot on top of his balls. Applying a strong level of pressure to both of his precious jewels.

“What does it feel like? All it would take is for me to jump up on my other foot and I’d totally destroy them. Does that worry you?” – Brenda spoke sadistically as her client winced and spluttered. The security of his balls was severely compromised.

Brenda removed her foot from the top of his sac and cocked her leg, sending a toe cap directly bound for his nuts. Brenda hit them square on with a swift kick, John lost his breath and fell on one side: the pain was unbearable, he grasped for a breath as an intense rush of sickness ran through his body. Brenda gave him no time to recover and immediately approached him, grabbing his balls from a rear position between his thighs and gently stroked them.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Does that hurt?” – Brenda gave a few seconds of relief with her tender touch and care.

Not soon after, Brenda started to twist and turn his sac, positioning his testicles into uncomfortable positions as he still gasped for oxygen. John’s body was shaking at this point: he was being treated in the most vile and sadistic fashion he could imagine. The fact that he had paid a decent sum of money for the experience also added insult to injury.

Brenda stood up for a few seconds and let John breathe. She ordered him onto the bed and set herself between his thighs, laying down with her mouth next to his sac. She took a testicle into her mouth and closed her mouth around it. She placed it between her front teeth and started to bite down, applying a hefty amount of pressure to his aching balls. During this time, Brenda had decided to grab John’s shaft and started to stroke his cock. Soon enough, she stopped with the biting all together and started to gently rub his testicles with her spare hand.

John eventually regained his ability to think clearly and swelled with emotion. The pain in his groin was incredible, but the pleasure he was receiving from his shaft being stroked took the edge off the discomfort.

“I hope you’re going to be able to cum for me. I wouldn’t want you to leave with bruised balls that were full of sperm. We need to put them out of their misery!” – Brenda increased the speed of her stroke and knew that John was only seconds from ejaculating.

With her spare hand, Brenda took both testicles into her palm and applied a decent amount of pressure. It was enough to let John know she was in control, but it made his member tingle and he was ready to cum. Without warning, John started to moan as globules of white cum pumped out of his cock and covered his stomach in the fruits of Brenda’s labor. She moaned as she watched her submissive slave ejaculate with his balls well and truly busted.

After John finished, he laid on the bed for a few minutes, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. Soon enough, John realized the situation he was in and promptly came back to reality.

“You’ve been here for long enough. Get dressed and leave. Cumming is an extra 100 pounds. Leave it on the bedside table.”

John picked up his clothes, got dressed, opened his wallet and gave up his additional fee. John was in pain, found it hard to walk and felt absolutely humiliated. He laughed when he got out the door, acknowledging that the experience was worth every penny.

By Dominatrix Draven