Who doesn’t love having their cock and balls tortured by Toronto Dominatrix Mistress Mindy?

Hello my kinky loves!

Today I have for you another guest entry from a sub who is particularly gifted with words. As many of you know, I adore ballbusting and have been playing in that way with this sub for some time now. Once he read the guest entries on my blog, he begged to have the chance to submit one! I must say, I’m pleased with what he sent me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Play balls!

One of my favourite kinks is having my mistress tie me up and control my every move, as she contemplates how to inflict excruciating pain to my cock and balls.

My favourite activity in this regard is ball busting, and Mistress Mindy is the greatest ball buster of all time. Nothing can match the look of impish glee that crosses over her face as she dishes out pointed kicks to my vulnerable testicles as I thrash about on her St Andrew’s cross, tied and vulnerable.

She knows how much I love the sharp then blindingly spreading agony that radiates from my swollen vulnerable balls when she laces into me.
A recent session is a case in point.

I had taken my beautiful Mistress out to a local Italian restaurant for dinner. After a fine meal, we were walking back to the car, when she put her arm on my shoulder and seemed to want to guide me towards her for a thank you hug. Instead, right out of the blue, she gave me a resounding blow to my crotch area, clipping my lower hanging left testicle with the tip of her high heeled boots. Searing pain radiated from my crotch, as I fell to my knees at her feet in the middle of the parking lot.

Two teenage girls walking by giggled at my attack and pointed at me laughing, adding to my humiliation. But here’s the thing: I had a raging hard-on, anticipating what awaited me back in Mindy’s dungeon.

Looking mischievous and unbelievably beautiful, Miss M guided me down to her dungeon. Ordering me to strip, she tied me to her St Andrew’s cross, my throbbing hard-on poking the air in anticipation. She then tightly tied a shoelace around my hard cock and swollen balls, making for a particularly vulnerable target.

She left me straining on the cross, throbbing in agonizing anticipation as she went to change. When she returned, I almost shot my wad, just looking at her. She wore all black, black tights, a black top showing lots of creamy white cleavage, and the most dangerous looking pointy toed thigh high boots. Her beautiful blonde hair fell past her shoulders and her blue eyes were looking gleeful in anticipation. Then she surprised me by blindfolding me, making me feel even less in control!

I could smell her intoxicating perfume as she leaned into me, teasing my nipples with a metallic rolling device that bit into the tender flesh of my breasts. My cock throbbed uncontrollably as I felt her warm breath in my ear. “I know what you crave, slave.” She dug into my balls with the metallic rolling device. “I know you dream of giving up control… to a beautiful dominant woman who knows what you want.” With that, she slapped me hard and unexpectedly across my cheek. My head snapped and I saw stars, very similar to the pain I feel when she busts my balls.

The pain radiated into a flow of warmth that I find profoundly erotic, and my cock throbbed even more, straining against the laces and pumping the air, craving the hard blows that I so long for, and that my Mistress is so gifted at administering.
Finally she removed my blindfold. Her long blond hair framing her perfectly innocent little girl face, she teased me by pressing her boot against my swollen red bound balls. Leaning forward, she attached clamps to my erect nipples. She tugged on them playfully while she ran the pointed tip of her boot along my now bordering on purple cockhead. A dribble of precum seeped onto her leather footwear. “You are going to lick that up later my dear slave.”

Then she backed up and feigned a major kick to my crotch area, teasing me while pulling on the nipple clamps. More fake kicks followed, driving me crazy with fear and longing.

And then she let loose with an impossibly brutal kick to my crotch. No words can describe that initial pain, so sharp, so complete, so overwhelming. Soon the pain radiated into a broader warmth that suffused my whole lower body. Approaching me again, Mistress Mindy kneed me hard in the crotch. Less sharp, but more profound, this pain made me cry out to her “kick me hard, bust my balls, they belong to you, destroy them, I want it, please crush my testicles!!!”

With an evil sadistic sneer on her face, Mistress Mindy proceeded to rain a series of kickboxing blows to my pulsating member. With each blow I marvel at how her large breasts bounce beneath her top, her busty superiority adding to my longing. Blow after blow, no time to absorb the warmth before the next sharp puncture on my ball sack. Faster and harder, with sadistic laughter ringing in my ears. “Admit it, this is what you want. More than anything in the world. This is what you long for.” At this point, the pain has taken over my brain and I am in a totally altered state of consciousness and arousal. Responding to a particularly brutal kick, my cock just erupted, spewing forth in gratitude and I shot a large arc in the air, most of it landing with a splat on my Mistress’ boots.

There will be clean up of course, and hopefully many more electrifying sessions with the best ball buster in the world, the sadistic Mistress Mindy.

If you’d like to discuss a CBT session, contact me of course!