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Claire Keane
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Her hips started undulating and rocking and lifting off the bed. Soft, pleasured moans started coming from her throat. You were forced to kneel on the floor in front of her and watch as her body climbed its way towards yet another orgasm.
About an hour ago, she had unzipped her latex outfit and slipped a remote control vibrator inside of herself. She had nestled the clitoral simulator into just the right spot, and then she had zipped back up.
It had taken three weeks of intense teasing to finally get you to break, but now she had you compliant, and broken, and completely hers. Now she wanted to play.
She made a deal with you. She would activate the vibrator, and then set the remote across the room. You would kneel there in front of her and watch as she came undone over and over again, having the orgasms that you desperately wished you could have. And she would count how many times she came before she couldn't take it anymore and had to go turn it off.
That would be the number of weeks she would keep you denied before your next orgasm.
What you didn't expect was that she would set it to such a low, tolerable setting...or that she would be so aroused by the situation that she would just keep going, and going, and going. She was climbing her way towards orgasm number six, and all you could do was whimper into the ball gag.....
She rolled her hips, grinding them down on your balls. Her bikini covered cunt pressed them down onto your steel base ring, and you cried out in pain.
It wasn't until she said, "Open your eyes! Look at me!" that you realized you were scrunching them shut because of the pain. She ground her hips down extra hard, causing your back to arch and your face to contort in agony.
"You don't like the view?" she asked sweetly. "Fine. Let's change it up." She blissfully lifted herself up off your balls. But she climbed up and straddled your face. The pussy that had been torturing you seconds ago pressed down around your mouth and nose, sealing off all access to air.
"Now LOOK AT ME!" she demanded, and you opened your eyes. The view was amazing. You could see her flat, toned stomach leading up to her big, amazing breasts, all framed by her powerful thighs on either side of your head. And right there in the center, her beautiful face. Her cruel smile and the mischievous glint in her eyes told you that she was nowhere near done having fun....
"So, what color are they?....... Oh, sorry. The correct answer was 'I didn't look, Mistress'. That's going to cost you another week in the cage."
"You know, I wouldn't have kicked you in the nuts if you hadn't missed that serve. Maybe you should focus on the game and not my ass, because I'm gonna kick you again every time you miss a shot. Now get up and play right."
Her knee shot up and took you in the balls. It wasn't a hard hit, but it was devastating because your balls were tied up and had nowhere to run.
"I told you to stand up straight," she said sternly as you crumpled to the floor. You quickly stood up to avoid getting kicked again, but there was a problem.
See, your balls were tied up individually, and each one had a thin rope running down and tied to your foot. The rope was just short enough that standing up straight pulled very hard on your nuts. Walking yanked on each of them in turn, one at a time with each step.
But she wanted to go shopping at the mall, and she wanted you to come with her. You forced yourself to lock your knees, your face going pale and your hands shaking as your nuts exploded in pain.
"Good, now just do that all day. I'm going to add three days to your chastity time for every person that asks what's wrong with you. Five if you don't tell them the truth."
First: the ball box
Second: the ball press
Then she had stuck a dildo to the ball box and made you watch as she rode it wildly. Her moans of pleasure, and watching her impale herself on something so very close to where your hard, unlocked dick was.....It was so erotic. But maddening, too, since you couldn't feel her pussy sliding up and down the shaft.
All you felt was the crush of the press on your nuts, which she occasionally tightened during her ride, while she carefully held your cock out of the way, keeping it from touching anything.
Finally, she settled all the way down onto the dildo. She took it all in, and you watched it disappear completely inside her. Then her hand started slowly rubbing her clit, enjoying wave after wave of post-orgasmic bliss. She would occasionally roll her hips to feel some movement of the dildo inside her, but mostly she just paid attention to you.
She still didn't stroke your cock, but she taunted you with comments like "That orgasm was amazing" and "Does it hurt, baby?" She tightened the ball press much farther than you could handle it, just to hear you scream and beg.
Eventually the crushing pain on your nuts and the sheer erotic vibe of the situation pushed you over the edge.....barely. You felt the cum ooze out, but the long-awaited waves of pleasure were absent. The orgasm was empty and hollow. And she just laughed mockingly, cruel and delightful.
They met on a blind date and hit it off. Normally she'd wait until the second or third, and normally offer at least a blowjob first as consolation but there was something so special about him that she knew it had to be right away. Before they'd even finished dessert she revealed to him that if they were to be together it would be as a chastity couple. Now three months later he hasn't cum or even been hard a single time since meeting her, and if she gets her way he never will for their entire relationship...
She texted you this picture, along with the message, "Hey you little cock-locked loser! Since Stacey's working tonight, I'm gonna come over and fuck with you a bit. Get that tongue warmed up for me."
Well, your tongue was already warmed up. Past warmed up; it was almost worn out. This was the third of your keyholder's friends that had messaged you tonight. The other two were still there, and it looked like they planned on spending the night. Looks like you're going to have a very busy night.
Ever since your keyholder had opened up the use of your tongue to her friends, these little get togethers while she was at work were happening more and more. They called them Pussy Parties, but you weren't sure if that was because you had to lick so many or if they were insulting you.
But when the girls got together and whipped each other up into a frenzy, they were merciless....
She had waited to tell you about her ballbusting fetish until after you had admitted to your interest in chastity. Now, she had the means to force you to accept as much ballbusting as she wanted to dish out.
Kicked into Submission
"Nope. You know the deal. If you're not in chastity, I get to kick you in the balls whenever and wherever I want. But I'm nice, I'll give you a choice. Do you want 25 kicks out here, where no one can see, or 5 inside the mall, with everyone watching. Oh, and if you choose the 5, you'll have to get on your knees and beg me to do it, loud enough for everyone to hear...... You want the 25 kicks here?" *wicked grin* "Gladly!"
Her legs were powerful, and she truly enjoyed kicking you in the nuts. The 25 kicks were brutal, and the last one left you rolling on the ground in the parking garage.
"Alright, now, do you want 25 more kicks, right here, or do you want 5 inside the mall?"
If you thought that last set of kicks had been bad, these next 25 were abysmal. The last few left you feeling like you were gonna puke. You would have begged to go back in the cage, but she left it at home. When she was done this time you were curled up on the ground, ready to die.
"Would you like another 25 kicks out here...." You couldn't see her face, but you heard the devilish smile in the tone of her voice. "...or do you want 5 inside the mall?"
That's when you knew that there was no way out of this. She was just going to keep offering you the same deal until you accepted the public humiliation and torture. You caved.
"Good boy. Just remember to beg for it, nice and loud so that everyone can hear you...."
Birthday Blast
You watched the swing of her hips as her weight shifted. It was sexy watching her hips move, but with it came the painful smash of her knee up into your balls.....for the 33rd time. You had been done at about 15 or 20, but you weren't allowed to speak, except to count the kicks. Not for the first time, you regretted letting her strap you to the bondage cross. Your arms above your head kept you from falling, and your legs held apart kept you from protecting your balls.
"There we go. 33 birthday knees for the birthday boy. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
It was.
"Oh, but we're not done yet! I didn't get to give you your birthday knees last year...."
You panicked. Your balls were a swollen, bruised supernova of pain. You couldn't take it. You started to beg, to plead, you were almost incoherent in your rush to tell her you couldn't do it. But your words were brought up short by a rapid barrage of knees. As soon as you stopped talking she grabbed your sack and squeezed while pulling you up on your toes.
"You forgot again. The only words I want to hear out of you are when you're counting my kicks."
You started to cry as she continued squeezing your extremely tender balls, but it didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. You resigned yourself to suffering through another 32 knees, but then a terrifying thought occurred to you: You just met this girl 3 months ago. She didn't give you any birthday knees on your 31st either.....or your 30th....or 29th....
Totally restrained… helplessly edged… and me lying there cuddling you so I can feel your body squirm and twitch from the torture of almost being allowed to cum 👸🏼🔥😈
"Yep. This is where I want to do it. Beautiful view, crisp night air. This is perfect. Now, when I start kicking your balls, you're gonna have to stay quiet. So, do you have a ball gag? Or should I just stuff my panties in your mouth?"
You had been visiting a foreign country and found a pleasure house. You decided to treat yourself and enjoy the "local talent". You didn't speak the language but, luckily, the house matron at the front desk knew enough for basic communication. She asked what you were into, and her eyes lit up when you mentioned bondage and ballbusting. She didn't know the terms 'teasing' or 'denial', but she seemed to understand when you explained "lots of pleasure, but never allowed to finish".
"I give you good deal. Very cheap. We tie you down, and I have every girl.....what is word.....practice?..... Yes. I have every girl practice on you. They give you pain to the balls and they give you good time, but you no finish. Every girl. This is good?"
You couldn't say yes fast enough. This was an exotic dream come true! She took you to the back room, through a hidden door, and into an even more 'back' room. She helped the first girl tie you down, speaking rapidly to her in that language that you knew none of. The girl smiled like she was going to enjoy herself, and you looked forward to when the fun started.
Once the matron left, she smacked your balls and said something you didn't understand. From her tone and her posture, you assumed it was a question, but you had no idea how to answer. She smacked you harder, and spoke again. When you still couldn't answer she hit you even harder. Then she grabbed your balls with one hand and squeezed, while stroking you with the other hand. She was good. She was very good. She gave you the perfect blend of pain and pleasure, and right when you started to reach the end she stopped.
She must have spent a few hours with you. This girl was an expert at denial. You didn't even try to count the edges, but you wouldn't have been able to if you had. She talked occasionally throughout the session. You couldn't understand her, but it made her sound sexy and exotic. It was an intensely erotic situation.
Then another girl came in and, together, they wrestled you into a new bondage position. You could tell right away that this new position was more for pain than pleasure. Once you were secured the first girl left and the new one took over. She very quickly made you regret putting yourself in such a vulnerable position with such a complete language barrier.
This entire session was ballbusting. She kept asking you questions, but you still had no idea what she was saying. You howled for mercy. You begged her to stop. You screamed for someone who spoke your language. But she didn't understand you any more than you understood her.
Ironically, she was actually a very nice girl. She kept asking if you needed a break, or if it was too much, or if you wanted to stop. But the only word you ever screamed that she understood was "no". And so it continued....
Again the next girl came in and together they changed your position. They spoke to each other, and you could only assume they were speaking about you. It was then that you remembered that you had agreed to let "every girl" practice on you and had failed to ask how many women that would be. You lost count of the hours. You lost count of the women. Some of them knew a few words of English, but they ignored your pleas to stop. The only English they ever spoke was to say "You no finish".
You thoroughly regretted this decision, but there was no way out.....