Dominating Female Seeks Male for Ballbusting Good Time

Time seemed to stand still as Diana scoped out the various guys at the pub until one came into view that she thought maybe she could work with. She was in a vicious mood and only the right kind of guy would do – someone masculine enough to attract her, but who would be open to let her take charge and show him some good old fashioned domestic discipline.

 It had surprised her the first time she accidentally yanked on her ex-boyfriend’s cock too hard and heard him yelp. The yelp wasn’t really the surprise, but the pleasure it gave her really had. Now she only went looking for men who could handle dominant women, and she joyfully embraced the femdom label her friends had given her. Let some guy talk about her small tits now and she would be sure and show him a ballbusting good time if she got the chance. She didn’t take crap from any man anymore so it was pure delight when she got to put one of those pathetic losers in their place.

Even when the guy wasn’t willing, if he dared to make her angry she usually showed him very quickly why that had been a mistake. Diana wasn’t very forgiving if a man she was dominating dared to protest. That’s when she showed him just how quickly she was willing to pull on his cock and she did it hard enough to show him she really meant business. If he made her even madder by complaining about that, she’d slap his balls for good measure. After all, it wasn’t called ballbusting because she nagged at him.

There he was, coming through the door right now. He was the perfect specimen from what she could see so far. He looked strong and solid but there was something about the way his eyes shifted nervously around the room that he would be plyable with some coaxing.

When she’d first set out to find casual partners to dominate, she’d first gone for the guys that looked weak. After the first couple, she’d learned quickly that it did nothing for her sexually if there was no challenge to it. If a man simply let everyone dominate him, then there was nothing special about it when she did it. It meant nothing. It meant he was just submissive and in her eyes, almost completely pathetic. How can you be a man in this day and age and not want to fight for your manhood?

No, a man had to have a certain strength about him. Then it got exciting, as Diana had to put some real effort into making him bend to her ways and take the humiliation and punishment she had waiting for him.

One of her favorite tricks was to get him hard and turned on and then yank on his cock as hard as possible, causing him pain. Start out as a nice handjob and then he’d really find out how the beginning of a rough ballbusting tug job happens. She’d tell him he had to put up with it because there would be a tasty reward at the end. She would be naked except for a pair of her sexy panties when she did this. If he complied, the more Diana caused him to alternate between pain and pleasure, the hotter it made her, until her panties were soaked with the juices of her excitement.

That’s when the real fun would begin as Diana would make the man lay down so she could straddle his face, pushing her wet panties against his mouth. She’d make him to lick her like that, right through the wet silk, and she’d pump her pussy against him until the pressure made her climax, making her panties even wetter than before. With every thrust she called him any humiliating name he could think of.

  “Tongue fuck me, you waste of life! Lick me until your tongue bleeds because I’m sure not going to get anywhere with that joke of a cock you’ve got!”

The closer she came to climax, the meaner were the words she spoke, until she ground to a halt on his face at last.

In addition to cock pulling and face fucking, Diana also loved to make the man to eat her doggy style. One of her favorite things she loved about this was that while his tongue was busy servicing her through silken panties, his nose was pressed up firmly against her asshole. Just another special way she had of showing him how much he actually meant to her. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Since discovering this femdom aspect of herself, Diana hadn’t been able to have a real boyfriend. She couldn’t get turned on without being a demanding, dominating woman. She couldn’t have any real respect for any man she treated that way. She was okay being alone, though. Men had been dominating women long enough and in her world, she was happy with the way she’d turned things around. Never again would she put up with any man demanding anything of her. She made the choices and she made the rules and she showed no mercy in any of it. That complete control and power is what turned her on the most. The more she ruled with an iron fist the more aroused she made herself and the crueler she was to the losers ensnared in her web.

The man she had watched walking in the door moments before had found a seat at the bar. There was an empty stool next to it. Licking her lips with anticipation, Diana made her way over to say hello.