My Lady Friend Sexually Humiliates Me (true story)

[Foo Bar]

I had been massaging Moon for about half an hour. Her back, arms, and legs first. My hands are strong and I’m pretty skilled with them - she says I give a great massage. Then onto her feet, which is her favorite. She appreciates the flattery when I kiss them; but mostly she likes having them massaged.

Moon and I had been friends (with benefits) for a few years. When I first started seeing her, she was a total submissive, and very kinky. But Moon is a complicated person, and it turned out that she shares my enthusiasm for ballbusting.

It started out intense and playful, like you might see in a good porno. Always as foreplay. She would kick my balls, tease me, and beat my nuts some more by hand while I was on the ground. Then we would have sex. For the past 2 years Moon had busted my balls, one way or another, pretty much every single time we hung out.

Gradually our sexual dynamic changed. Moon hadn’t given me a blowjob in 6 months, hadn’t allowed me to fuck her in almost 3 months. I was barely allowed to kiss her, just fleeting pecks on the lips. Mostly we hung out as friends, talking, watching netflix, nothing special.

Moon is a small Asian woman, 5’5” and under 100lbs, 7 years older than me, with tiny tits, and highly educated. I’m a big white guy, 6’ tall and double her weight. There’s no question at all who is physically more powerful in this couple. But lately, there has also been no question who has the sexual power. And it’s not me.

Every single night Moon and I have spent together recently, she sexually humiliated me the same way. She once said she was “giving me what I need”. It always started with a massage. Always long, thorough, attentive. Always her back first, then her feet. Always the same position.

She would lay face down on her bed. When I was ready to massage her feet, I would lay atop her, my bare cock pressing against her tiny butt. She reached one hand behind her back and took a commanding grip on my balls. Rarely would she squeeze them in this position. Her grasp on my manhood was symbolic.

I had been massaging Moon’s feet maybe fifteen minutes. She liked the toes squeezed hard, and sometimes would give me directions. Actually I wish she would give me directions more - it feels very appropriate in this position. My cock was had the whole time, pressing against Moon’s perky ass. Sometimes she would wiggle a little, just enough to tease me, but not enough to really give me pleasure.

“Get on your back.” Moon tugged my balls as she said it. Not a question or a suggestion - a command. I kissed the soles of both her feet, humped her ass one last time, and rolled over on the bed.

Moon sat between my open legs and immediately resumed her grip on my balls. She held them with one hand around the base of the sack, pulling the balls tight and exposed. I’m sure I was looking terrified - she said it’s “cute” how scared I act sometimes. Her expression was calm and severe.

Before she said another word to me, Moon smashed her little fist into my testicles three times. Held tightly by other hand, the boys had nowhere to run. It hurt like hell. I wasn’t shocked, I knew it was coming. But still I writhed and groaned in pain, unable to help myself.

She leaned forward and looked at my face as I was recovering from her blows. No smile, just her cold intelligent eyes. I always feel like an object she’s using, manipulating, when she plays with me like this. Two more quick punches to the nuts, and she took hold of my cock. It was still hard of course.

Moon started stroking me. Every so often she would lightly slap or flick my balls. Flicking them made her giggle - I guess at how little strength it took relative to what a big reaction she got. She gave long slow pulls, warming me up, getting my member hot and engorged.

Her grip on my cock wasn’t affectionate. You could tell she wasn’t that interested in making it feel good for me. She was interested in making me cum, when she wanted, how she wanted, that’s it. My cock was just a tool in her hands.

She had made it very clear from the beginning that in this kind of play, I was allowed to touch her legs and feet, and nothing else. If I touched her arm or her hip, she’d tap my nuts hard with her fist. Usually one or two taps was enough to put me in my place. If I dared touch her nipple or try to sit up and kiss her, she’d let loose with four or five hard punches.

Held tight in her graps, my nuts could not escape. It was agony, and I’d find myself on my back, eyes rolled up, barely able to think. And she would start stroking again.

Moon used to be indulgent with kisses. If I wanted to sit up and kiss her when she was on top dominating me, she would let me. Of course she would squeeze the hell out of my nuts while we kissed but it was totally worth it. But lately she was more stern.

Her handjob was starting to feel real good, and I moaned with pleasure. I reached out to touch her skinny shoulder, gently touching her soft skin with my fingertips. She allowed me the pleasure for a few seconds. Then she stopped stroking and punched my testicles. “On your back.” No elaboration, just a command.

Moon sat between between my open legs, her legs beside my body. She moved her feet into my face. “Massage” she said and continued slowly stroking my cock. Of course I kissed both her soles and went to work eagerly rubbing her cute little feet. She smacked my nuts around a little as I massaged them, but mostly she was pleased with my efforts.

Without saying a word Moon moved her feet back to my side, and punched me in the nuts. She started stroking me faster. Harder, almost too hard. She never let go of my ballsack. Sometimes she would switch hands, but always she had a firm grip on my manhood. I felt totally, physically under the control of this 95lb woman. It was getting me hot.

I sat up and with all my strength put my arms around her and kissed her. The punches started before I even reached her, and only got more intense for the second or two our lips were together. Then it was too much and I was on my back again, head swimming in pain.

“No kissing.” She kept beating me, emphasizing her words with her fists. My testicles were aching. Sore from the beating Moon was administering. Full of cum and desperate to be given relief. I groaned loudly.

“Not so loud! The neighbors.” She let up a little. No longer beating the hell out of my plums, but still smacking them around. Neglecting my cock. The pain wasn’t too bad, but it was constant. She was punishing me for attempting the kiss. I could tell from her face she expected a response.

“Yes, darling…” I bleated out. My voice was high and weak, nothing like my usual baritone. The voice of a man getting his balls crushed. Somehow when she beats me like this, it makes me feel more affectionate and amorous. I desperately wanted to hug and kiss her.

Moon started stroking my cock again. Still cold, mechanical, gradually getting faster. I started to sit up, thinking I would try for another kiss. My back was barely off the bed when she unleashed a hail of punches into my tightly-held jewels. I fell back to the bed unable to think, groaning loudly despite her orders.

Moon kept stroking. Twice more I tried to kiss. Twice more she pounded me into submission, no kiss. At this point my will was broken. This is where the real humiliation sets in. The visceral feeling of powerlessness. My cock throbs in her hand. My balls ache, still gripped possessively in her other hand.

Her handjob was getting intense, I was nearing the edge. If I so much as lifted my head to look her in the eyes she would stop and beat me. “On your back.” She said it again, and meant it. Now she was stroking my cock fast, only stopping for a second to hit me when I disobeyed.

At this point I was defeated. I still desperately wanted to kiss and touch her. But Moon had beaten me into submission. This is probably why they call it “ball breaking” - the girl uses the man’s balls to break his will. I laid back, gave up any attempt to act on my aggressive manly urges, and let her jerk me off.

She was stroking faster, and I was getting close to the edge. She started squeezing my plums hard. With one hand she was crushing my manhood, with the other furiously jerking my cock. For a moment she let up her squeeze. With a loud groan I shot my load. There was cum all over.

Moon gave my cock one last pump to get the last of the cum out. The she got up and walked to the bathroom. Leaving me alone in bed. Head swimming, unable to think, spent, dominated.

[Lars V]

One of the better posts on this forum, imho, which is saying a lot!

Well written, highly detailed and very hot. Thanks! I enjoyed it!

I think you captured one of the key points of ballbusting very well,

the ability of a woman to break not only a mans balls, but also his will!

More or less in a playfull way in the post, but absolutely true non the less.

When a woman goes for the balls and hit them hard enough, there

is a point where the pain is overwhelming, of course, but there's

also a point where the man is broken and defeated spritually, mentally

and psychologically. It's when he simply can't continue doing what he

wants, because of his most basic fear of castration.

Which can be brought out of all men at one point or other, regardless

of how big, strong, tough or Bad Ass he thinks he is.

If a woman really don't care about breaking the balls for real - or if that's

what she wants - a man, and every man, will get a pale face, experience

real fear and surrender completely. Count on it.

And that's one of the most interesting aspects of BB, and one that

I love!

Here's a nice example. Imagine the level of fear that makes a trained

full contact karate fighter refuse to fight a woman because she's allowed

to kick his balls.

"

"I do remember a mixed gender full contact karate match aired on

ABC's wide World of Sports in the 70's.

The male was the aggressor until the lady kicked his balls in the first round.

The ref never called her on it so I was not sure what she had done until

my wife gleefully confirmed she had indeed kicked his nuts.

His legs buckled but he remained standing although bent over and now

trying to protect his groin.

He came out slowly for round two and after raising his hands was

kicked again, dropping him to the canvas.

Still no foul.

I felt embarrassed but my wife was enjoying it now.

He got up but was finished and refused to come out for round three."

:-)

[MadisonGuy]

Very hot.  Thank you for sharing.