BALLOON FETISH STORIES

Ready for me to pop your “balloon” with some balloon fetish stories?

I love hearing balloon fetish stories. Do you have one to tell me? I met a new balloon fetishist recently who acted out a JUICY tale with me. He was “innocently” hiking through the woods, got lost, and happened upon a big (seemingly) abandoned castle. Desperate for shelter and exhausted, he steps inside. He lays down, spreading his camping mattress out and falling asleep almost immediately. But it isn’t long before his slumber is interrupted by ME.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” I’m standing over him, looming. He’s taken aback by my stunning beauty and turned on by my leather boots. I’m intimidating, to say the least. And little does he know, I am about to give him the balloon fetish stories ride of his life.

And then, he noticed the black balloon in the corner.

He couldn’t tell it was a balloon at first, but as it grew in the corner of my giant dining room he realized what it really was. Something about the inflation, the slow-growing and the shape tantalized him. As he reached out to touch it, I scolded him. I told him if he couldn’t apologize for trespassing or keep his hands off my magic balloon, I’d teach him a lesson. This made his dick twitch. And that made me laugh.

“We’re going on a balloon ride now.” And in our balloon fetish stories, my magical powers instantly transported us to the top of my giant, growing magic balloon. I was on top of him, mounting him as he was stuck to the top. The balloon grew even bigger as we sailed up into the air, stretching him out as I cackled.

In our balloon fetish stories, we can go anywhere we want.

I snap my fingers and suddenly it was just my new pet balloon fetishist toy on the ever-expanding balloon. He was almost glued to it, gliding so high up it terrified him. I was administering to him a kind of humiliatrix mistress therapy, and eventually, he would be grateful. As the balloon grew larger, it stretched him out too. He felt like he, like the balloon, MUST be on the verge of “popping.” Our balloon fetish stories were only beginning.

And suddenly, just as suddenly as we’d gone airborne, he was at my feet again.

“Tell me thank you for the balloon ride.”

I loomed over him again, but slowly he felt an un-inflated balloon blowing up underneath him. It was making his cock inflate, too. In fact, it was almost as if the two were expanding in perfect unison. This made me laugh and scared him even more.

“This balloon is going to pop the minute you cum,” I warned him, sneering with my vicious, beautiful lips.

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you Mistress!” He was finally cumming around. And that balloon was getting HUGE, rubbing right against his growing cock and tight balls. I sat back and watched.

Do you want to make our own balloon fetish stories?

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