14. Ballbusting; A Tough Nut

Session story from Slave MB.

I approached the white door with a dual sense of anticipation and nervousness. I messaged, as instructed, to let them know I had arrived and I excitedly awaited their approach. What should I expect? In our emails, Madam Esmeralda had come across as professional, commanding and playful and Miss Ivy seemed sensual and feminine. Both had oozed sexuality. 

“3 minutes”, said the message I received on my phone. I paced around, drank some water and waited. Then I heard the alluring clicks of superior female heels echo through the hall that the door guarded. The door opened and madam Esmeralda grabbed my nuts and I was ordered to put on a leash and collar and stay bowed as we walked up the private hallway. 

I was suddenly in their world. 

They both looked gorgeous, having graciously entertained my outfit requests of push up bras, tight blouses and short skirts. I remember enjoying the view of miss Ivy’s ass as she led me up the stairs.

Within the cosy, cute boudoir Madam Esmeralda had me strip. She lived up to my hopes – playful, confident, in charge… sexy. 

I was masked, ordered to communicate in woofs only, like a good male dog (1 bark for yes, 2 for no) and the session began. 

I felt the familiar nervousness of being with a new mistress. My ballbusting fetish means I never know if the mistresses will gauge my pain threshold right and respect my limits.

But my fears were soon assuaged. The superior mistresses had planned the session meticulously. I was whipped with my belt to get me started. Then some grabs from behind by one mistress while the other forced me to stare into her eyes and acknowledge her superiority. I did with a woof, as ordered earlier, while admiring their beauty. 

The hour flew by. I was first put in a humbler and nut smacked, which with two beautiful women staring at you is humiliating but so satisfying and arousing. Then I was ball-tied and put into ankle braces. Madam Esmeralda mockingly commented at how pretty the bow was, that she had made around my balls and penis. I know it makes my vulnerable balls even more vulnerable. I got hard at the thought of how easily they could make me weak.

I received 25 kicks with one mistress in front and the other behind. The pain built during the whole experience, but they read me perfectly, giving me breaks of ball grabs and mocking cuddles and commenting on my penis’ hardness as it betrayed my enjoyment of the pain. My left nut hangs lower. As any man can relate to, it makes it more vulnerable as it always takes any hit first. It took the brunt around kick 24 and I worried if it could survive 25, despite the well controlled kicks… It did, though I dropped to my knees at 25… Thankful to have survived but also feeling aroused from the constant grabs and probes of my man-junk.

The ladies allowed me to lie on the floor and take a break, rewarding me with some strokes after my trial. I was allowed some breast worship, which was an unexpected treat from two very well endowed ladies, which they explained was my prize for taking the busting “like a man”. I felt so privileged and horny.

Next up was CBT with a spiky cocksheath and pinwheels. And then the electric wand. 

“The session is almost over”, said madam Esmeralda. I was in subspace and couldn’t believe how quickly time had moved. “I think he should take 50 kicks to finish”, she informed Miss Ivy. 

My low hanging, sore left nut was my concern. But I didn’t share that with my superior female goddesses since I imagined they would not relate to my uniquely male weakness and I was only allowed to talk in barks.

By this point I was feeling that perfect balance of fear (of the upcoming 50 kicks), contentment and arousal. I had asked them to be playful and to take control. They were doing just that. They were both so beautiful and controlling. 

The crescendo of 50 kicks was a real trial and I enjoyed having to work hard to tilt my body to protect my left nut. They ordered me to look into their eyes during the kicks and I felt happy- until a foot or thigh thundered into my nuts. I felt them ease up around kick 30 as my moaning filled the boudoir. Madam Esmeralda had said no breaks but I recall miss ivy kindly giving me a quick boob smother and finishing the final 5 kicks. The last one connected with my left nut and my uniquely male weakness made me drop to my knees. They laughed and giggled about how fragile my balls made me and how much better they were. I gave one final woof – yes. 

After I showered and dressed I was feeling so content. The goddesses had granted me every wish from my session requests. They gave me a few hard knees at the end to say goodbye.

My poor left nut.

Wow! This was the best session I’ve ever experienced. I will definitely be back!

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