My Stilettos On His Balls

I took a deep breath before lowering my stilettos on his balls.

Naked and on his knees, my sub was gagged, but not bound. It was important to me that he was a willing victim. I felt a combination of anticipation, desire, and excitement as I indulged my darkest desires. Indeed, my stilettos on his balls were exactly what we both needed.

“Ready for more?” I asked. He nodded, anticipating my stilettos on his balls.

My body was on fire with desire, and my nipples were hard. Slowly, I advanced again, stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I gave him a wicked smile and watched as his eyes widened in response, knowing he would soon be at my mercy. When I reached him, I lowered the tip of one heel onto his balls. Not too hard yet, but enough to strain his nuts just a bit. His body lurched with a gasp. With my stilettos on his balls, I grinned in satisfaction. His cock, purple and throbbing, standing tall, received a fast slap as I feigned outrage.

“Did I say to get hard? This is for me, not you!”

“I’m sorry Goddess, I… you’re just so sexy. I can’t help it.”

I stood up again. “Excuses.”

Again, I stepped on his nuts. This time, I twisted my ankle back and forth, increasing the pressure of my stilettos on his balls until he cried out, his voice rough with pain and pleasure. I grinned again, mischievously, and pressed forward.

Circling my foot over his sensitive skin, pressing my stilettos on his balls.

I could almost feel his muscles tense as he anticipated my next move. A low groan escaped his lips, and I snapped my foot up and down, tapping his skin with the sting of my shoe. His pained gasps sent an electrifying sensation throughout my body as I reveled in the power of my stilettos on his balls. With every attack, I felt more empowered and sexy. My mind spun with ideas for more torment as I brought the heel of my stiletto down harder on his testicles, pushing him further into submission. I moved my foot in small circles, applying slightly more pressure each time, to see how far I could go. I took pleasure in how helpless he was under my touch; how his body quivered in agony yet still begged for more.

When I relaxed my foot, letting up on the pressure, I could see his relief. He thought his ordeal was over, his love proven. But… Not quite.

“Ahhhh fuck! Fuck!” he screamed as I kicked him hard in the sack.

Harder than I intended, but I couldn’t take it back now. He sobbed, what a fantastic gift. His willingness to prove his devotion made my pussy wet with desire. Pressing my stilletos on his balls was a wonderful sensation, indeed.

My body relaxed now, I rolled my neck from side to side. I was thankful for each and every moment he gave me his submission. I tickled the head of his cock, tasting a little of the nectar he expressed for me. His body was in blissful rapture, ready to receive whatever tortures and pleasures I decided to bestow next.

When I’m not pressing down my stilettos on his balls, I’m sometimes fucking My Pantyhose Sissy Boy. Read all about it in my last blog.

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