Wednesday nights

For about 12 weeks on wednesdays my girlfriend of the time and me had a date night with a twist, she would basically decide over the week if she was happy with me or not, based on things i'd forgotten to do, times i'd been late etc... She wouldn't tell me but after we'd had sex and she was satisfied she would bring me right to the edge, if she wasn't happy it would be announced with a punch or knee or grab, followed by a ballbusting and a blue balling. It was one of these nights she pulled a Mistress Moira-put me in a "nutgrinder" and made me beg her to "please,please, knee my balls", i can genuinely say i have never felt pain like having her grind my balls together as i struggled to plead with her. On another occasion after bringing me to the edge with her mouth, her on her knees me stood she uppercutted my nuts square,i collapsed clutching scrambled eggs moaning, she moved my hands and beging gently strokin me saying "sorry, you did fine this week, i just couldn't resist that shot", just as i got to the edge i closed my eyes looking forward to blowing my load and bam, a solid knee, pain shot right up me,she held her knee and shifted her weight so she knelt on my balls she explained quite gleefully, taking every oppertunity to overgesticulate and rock around that she lied, i did awfull this week and she wouldn't move, and infact keep kneeling harder, until i agreed to build and wear a humbler. I would then be left with full swollen blue balls until the weekend. Of course i would have agreedd to most of these things anyway, but in this relationship the ballplay was all about power, this is why she enjoyed getting me to agree to these things on her terms when i couldn't think about it, in fact all i could really think about was the pain in my balls.

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