BallBusting: A Bitches Diary

[Melinda the Ball Breaker]

I am a Ball Buster, I do it for fun, I do it for pleasure, and I do it for power. I have a lot stories to share, but some aren't big enough or I can't go into as much detail as I want, because I am a perfectionist and it takes me forever to write a good story, especially one drawn up from old memories because is hard to recapture the moment in precise detail. The thing I love about busting my husbands balls, is that it creates these moments that I can relive in my head, moments that feed my addiction and make me want to create more. So I am going to start this blog post and share these moments with you. I will add personal busting stories and thoughts about them, and hopefully this way some people can get get a glimpse of something special, but I'm not promising anything. First things first, I'm 37 years old, happily married. I am 5 foot ( 4'11 without my shoes, but I don't mention that) I have medium dark brown hair, brown eyes. Tiny but not petite, and I work out every morning. If you need anymore visual you can use your imagination, the only help you get from me is this: Men don't usually look at my eyes first.
Now that's out of the way, I want to share a moment with you before I close. This happened because of a restaurant me as husbanded went to, who just happen to have super Ho working that night. Her outfit was ridicules, if you could call it that, I felt I was at a hooters. She kept flirting with my husband, making comments and gestures that were screaming for attention. My man is always usually good and never feeds into it, but a man is still man, especially when they keep eye fucking other woman when they think you aren't paying attention. It always irritated me, especially when he acted like it didn't happen. When we got home later that night I decided that I was going to make him pay for it. I pulled him into the room pulling all of his clothes off, kissing and teasing him, turning him on. I got him naked, and once he started to undo my clothes, I waited until I was down to my underwear and circled around him, going behind him so he couldn't see me. I reared my foot and snapped kicked him hard between his legs from behind making a loud smacking sound, followed up by his crys of pain. He didn't drop that time, but I wasn't done as I moved his hands from his crotch , and told him it was because he kept checking out the waitress, and kneed him hard. It was enough to put him his knees but I still held his hands. I asked if wanted to make it up, he told me he did. I told him to spread his legs and as soon as he did I let loose with three quick hard kicks. Now he was groaning. I took three steps back from him told him it was time for him to make it up. He just looked at me to see if I was serious, slouched over cupping his nuts, and I was dead serious. My heart was rushing as he struggled to straighten back up and as he did I told him to spread his legs wider and put his hands behind his head. His face held a mix of terror and lust as he tried to recover from the last kicks. I closed the distance between us quickly putting all my momentum and power into my foot, kicking him in the bare balls. He let out a cry as all the wind came out out his lungs, his back arched and is I like he was hit with a lighting bolt. He rolled up in the fetal position holding his nuts coughing, sounding like he was on the verge of being sick. I put my foot on his back and asked if he was sorry, and he groaned out that he was. I knelt next him and rubbed his back and told him good, and that next time he will get two instead of one ( Which there was a next time, and a time after that, but that's another story). He chuckled through the pain and said deal, and that he was really sorry about the waitress. It made me feel a lot better, and his apology was sincere. My mood shifted and since he was already naked I took advantage of it. It took a little time to get him off the floor and recovered, but he was harder then ever once he got going. Now I have never been the one to lash out in jealousy, and I know my husband looks at other woman all the time, but this one bothered me. All I could think is that he wanted to fuck this girl and I'm sitting right there I front of him, all I wanted to do is rip his balls off for it. The last kick was the hardest, I wanted to really make him pay for thinking about sex with another woman, to erase those urges completely. After it was all said and done, I pointed out how his balls had swelled up a little bit, and he said they were pretty tender. I told him he can think of it as a reminder of the least I can do to him if ever flirts or gets that particular look in his eye when looking at another woman. It has resulted in some pretty intense ball busting over the years, because I truly believe that a husband should only think about his wife sexually, and unfortunately men just don't have that capability. So I kick him in the balls for it, it keeps him in line and shows him that I am the ONLY woman he seeks pleasure from, because if he doesn't, I will just end his ability to.

[Nuts for Grab]

wow, so sexy! Love the last sentence :D

[Melinda the Ball Breaker]

Thank you guys for the info. I decided to post another blog post for now, it was more writing then I intended, and I'm never sure how big these things are going to get.

[Foo Bar]

Melinda - You could add the new writing here by editing the original post.  Look under the Options menu for Edit Post.

[Melinda the Ball Breaker]

Now if I wanted to add a considerable chuck of writing to this, would I add it here or just make a new blog post ?

[Pointy Toe Pumps]

Real great story. I enjoyed reading this.

[Beaten13]

Nicely written! Hope to read some more soon. Thanks for sharing your experiences with us.

[Lars V]

Thank You so much!  :)

[Jake Smithee]

A day at the beach must be a truly dangerous prospect!