The nicest thing about long-term slaves is of course, that they know my value and love to pamper me. But besides that, with long-term slaves I am able to go to a whole different level in our sessions. Even for a skilled professional, it takes time to figure out how to make perfect. See, I am not interested of blowing your dick, but I will blow your mind.
So this is what happened with one of my long-terms. He had been going really crazy about seeing my perfect breasts for a while already, but that is something even my most faithful long-term slaves can not expect to see. It is a true treat for the worthy few, who are willing to bend over backwards and go the extra mile for it… Then maybe… just MAYBE I might consider letting you admire my perfect breasts for a moment. So never take it for granted, and IF you get to see them; enjoy while you can, because chances are that you will never see them again.
I was in the mood for fun and games with this slave. Our sessions had always been on the softer, kinder end of my spectrum. So when I told that he would have to endure some ballbusting before he could even dream of seeing my breasts, he really had no idea how downright vicious Dominatrix I can be.
He arrived to my studio, as usual I opened the door, let him enter without seeing me at first. He took a few steps and then turned around. I was standing on my highest heels, wearing only a seductive white lingerie. I told him to undress and take his place at the St. Andrews cross. I attached his wrists and ankles. He stood there perfectly vulnerable. I put on music that turns me on, and got closer to him. I wanted him to be desperate enough to give me permission to punish his balls in any way I saw fit. What he didn’t know was that actually I was in the mood of absolutely annihilating his pathetic dick.
So my fingers ran across his naked body, I stared into his eyes and saw his submission. I wanted to have some more fun, so I turned around and teased him even more with my luscious ass. The lingerie was perfectly revealing just enough to drive his imagination wild about what was covered. Surely as I grinded my big ass against him, in his mind he had already undressed me. But in reality it does not happen that easily. You have to pay the price. But because his mind was already bought into it, it was not a difficult negotiation.
I turned around, went very close to him, so he could feel my soft skin, amazing body and most importantly perfect breasts push against him. I grabbed the back of his head and brought my lips close to his ear and said:
- “So my slave, do you think this is what you really want? A carte blanche for me to punish your dick for a possibility to see my amazing breasts?”
- “Yes, Mistress, I really want to see and feel your breasts.”, he replied.
- “Amused and aroused”, I replied to him with a cheeky smile.
I continued to tease him. I kissed his body and started to go down. A kiss after a kiss landing lower and lower on his body. Chest, belly, navel. I stopped just above his penis. I was squatting, my face close to his penis, so he could feel the warmth of my breath. And it took only a few seconds before his dick started twitching and leaking. First I grabbed his balls quite gently and started massaging it, talking to it. Making him feel good first, before destroying him. Some people say that with there is a thin line between pain and pleasure, but I was definitely going to teach him the difference between the two. I saw from his face that he was starting to really enjoy the situation. And that’s when I squeezed him. This time NOT so gently. Hah. I let my nails really dig into the skin of his balls. Things had just gotten serious for him, and I had barely even started. And I had his permission to go as hard as I wanted.
No wonder he started to feel weak at the knees, so I just started laughing. Poor boy. So I squeezed him again and again. About 10 times, each time going just a little harder than before. So that he would feel that the last one was not the worst he would get. But of course it’s more fun to play with some toys, so I took my ball crusher, screwed it tight and placed an 8 kilo weight to it. He was starting to really feel the true meaning of ballbusting. I let him suffer that for a while, before taking him off the St. Andrew’s cross for the next test. I tied the ball crusher on a rope and pulled him up by his balls, so that his whole body weight was hanging by his balls. The scene was already intense and he started sobbing. I let him down and he was crying like a baby. So I decided to kick him in the balls several times, until he couldn’t feel anything anymore. He was just squeezing his eyes in anticipation of the next kick in his nuts. I kicked him again, and as he was whingeing in agony about his poor balls, I undressed my upper body and stood there silently.
It took him a while to overcome the pain and gather enough courage to look up at me. And that’s when he saw his Mistress topless. My large, full breasts jiggled slightly as I walked over to him. I think I don’t need to say that he was very very attentive. His lusty eyes focused on my naked breasts.
- “I take it, that you like my breast?”, I finally said
He nodded his head. I reached out and took his hands, placing them on my breast.
- ‘’How’s that, slave? Better?’’, I asked and he nodded again, this time even more eagerly.
I reached down and grabbed a hold of his balls again.
- “Now slave, tell me how does this feel?’’, I asked, but he could’t get any words from his mouth because of the pain.
Then I rammed my knee into his balls, he groaned and bent over. He tried to cover his balls with his hands. But I pushed them away and told him that this was what he really wanted. I laughed and kneed him again. As I rammed my knee into his already destroyed balls the third time, he collapsed to his knees, too weak to struggle anymore. A worm at the feet of his Mistress. I drew back my foot and slammed it into his balls with full force and then let go of his hands. He curled up into a ball, whimpering and moaning.
- "Well, bitchboy , it was good for me, how about you?”, I laughed.
But he was lost for words, sobbing on the floor, gasping for air. But how could I blame him? After all, I had just fulfilled his greatest fantasy. He had seen the most amazing breasts in the world. And I can assure you, they certainly are something that will take your breath away.