Hello all my little slaves. Your Queen is quite busy working on video and web site stuff. Don't worry...you might be slaves but you are my slaves and I'll take care of you. I'm working on the requests you have all given me for stories. I'm going to be away until later this weekend but I hope to have something up here soon and I'll get back to personally emailing you all too. Until then I suggest you start pulling your little dicks while thinking of me planting a knee right in your balls. Then, while your hunched over in pain I push your face into my tits. Pretty soon you forget about the pain. Lack of oxygen can do that to you. Before you know it I've got you laid out on the floor with your legs spread. Your balls lying there, totally exposed. They look so juicy and ready to pop I just can't help myself. I jump up in the air and come down hard on your sack with my knee. One little ball pops on impact. The other takes a minute of hard grinding before it goes squish. Umm...Going to go finger myself off now.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
CONSIDERING MAKING A VIDEO
I'm considering making a video. The video would not show my face but would rather show me working on my slave's balls. Is there any interest out there? Leave a comment and let me know.
Kicks and Stomps
Mistress Grind
Kicks and Stomps
Mistress Grind
YOUR MISTRESS IS PISSED
I've been doing some research into starting my own adult web site. It was my hope that I could get something started and hopefully make enough money that I would begin to feel secure about going public with my identity. I was almost taken in. My thanks goes out to Knave for clueing me in to how naive I was being. Still looking into it but it seems it will be a much slower process. I had hoped to be able to do my own webcam shows for my loyal followers and slaves but now it seems that this will all be put on hold. Depressing. I don't even feel like beating balls right now.
Mistress Grind
Mistress Grind
Monday, October 19, 2009
MISTRESS GRIND GETS A NEW TV
Your Mistress is very pleased at the moment. You will all take time to jerk yourself off tonight while thinking of my body and what it is you want most done to you.
Today, in the early afternoon, I got home from the gym just in time to greet my slave who had come over for a session of worship on his lunch break from work. Much to my surprise and delight, he came bearing a gift. Clearly trying to earn my favors, he entered my apartment carrying a brand new, high def, flat screen tv. It was a pleasant surprise and the old man had indeed earned my favor.
He set the tv down and I went to him and stroked his cock through his pants for a minute. His dick got hard and pitched a tent in his pants. I stopped stroking and snaked my hands down his pants and underwear. He moaned in anticipation as I gently caressed his balls. I then grabbed them in my hand and squeezed hard. His moans turned to groans of pain and his knees started to tremble. I squeezed until the look of pain on his face made me wet with desire. I released his balls from my vice like grip and let him go down to his knees. I then took off my pants and had him eat my pussy. Not having had time to shower at the gym I know it was good and sweaty down there. He loved it. My special gift to the old man. He licked me to a glorious orgasm and then I had him stand before me, my juices still running down his face. I had him pull down his pants and then I knelt down, right in front of his little old dickie. I removed my shirt and bra, caressing my tits suggestively. I told him to wank and he started. I commanded him to tell me when he was going to cum. After only a minute, maybe two, of pulling his little pud he moaned that he was going to cum. I lashed out and punched him square in his little jewels. He cried out in pain and his jizz gooped out of his peehole all over my hand and arm. He stood there in agony from the beating his balls took as well as the ruined orgasm I just gave him. I rubbed his cum on my tits and then allowed him to lick it all off. I can be so kind sometimes.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
Today, in the early afternoon, I got home from the gym just in time to greet my slave who had come over for a session of worship on his lunch break from work. Much to my surprise and delight, he came bearing a gift. Clearly trying to earn my favors, he entered my apartment carrying a brand new, high def, flat screen tv. It was a pleasant surprise and the old man had indeed earned my favor.
He set the tv down and I went to him and stroked his cock through his pants for a minute. His dick got hard and pitched a tent in his pants. I stopped stroking and snaked my hands down his pants and underwear. He moaned in anticipation as I gently caressed his balls. I then grabbed them in my hand and squeezed hard. His moans turned to groans of pain and his knees started to tremble. I squeezed until the look of pain on his face made me wet with desire. I released his balls from my vice like grip and let him go down to his knees. I then took off my pants and had him eat my pussy. Not having had time to shower at the gym I know it was good and sweaty down there. He loved it. My special gift to the old man. He licked me to a glorious orgasm and then I had him stand before me, my juices still running down his face. I had him pull down his pants and then I knelt down, right in front of his little old dickie. I removed my shirt and bra, caressing my tits suggestively. I told him to wank and he started. I commanded him to tell me when he was going to cum. After only a minute, maybe two, of pulling his little pud he moaned that he was going to cum. I lashed out and punched him square in his little jewels. He cried out in pain and his jizz gooped out of his peehole all over my hand and arm. He stood there in agony from the beating his balls took as well as the ruined orgasm I just gave him. I rubbed his cum on my tits and then allowed him to lick it all off. I can be so kind sometimes.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
Saturday, October 17, 2009
JIM BEAN
You have pleased your Mistress and I can tell you will serve me well. I am currently working on a story for Knave. It will take a few days to complete and post it. Once this has been done I will start on yours.
I would very much like to smother your face in my huge tits and pop one of your little balls with my bare heel. Only one though. Have to make sure you stay useful to me.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
I would very much like to smother your face in my huge tits and pop one of your little balls with my bare heel. Only one though. Have to make sure you stay useful to me.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
Thursday, October 15, 2009
DARIN LOSES A NUT
This story is fiction. It is dedicated to my STCEIY. You know who you are. I'll be very upset if you don't pull your little pud while you read this. Don't disappoint me. I hope you enjoy.
Darin read the memo faxed to him by his corporate office, wadded it up and threw it in the trashcan. The memo had really pissed him off. He had just been informed that he was being passed over for promotion again and that his new boss would be showing up sometime today. Once again, his company, Mobile Minnesota had screwed him over. He had been working for them now for 5 years, starting off at a kiosk in the mall selling mobile phones and service plans and working his way up to an actual storefront location. His numbers were great and all of his customer surveys had noted what a kind and conscientous salesman he was. What did he have to do to move up with this company.
Just then the door buzzer went off letting him know that someone was entering the store. While not in the mood to do any selling it was still his job so he put on his smile and went to greet the potential buyer. Darin saw the young girl and gasped. She was stunningly beautiful. She was about 5'8" and looked to be pretty fit. She had shoulder length blond hair pulled off to the sides in pigtails, bright green eyes, and the biggest tits he had ever seen. She was wearing a red blouse with the first 3 buttons undone and showing a nice amount of cleavage. A short, black skirt showed off a long pair of tone, muscular legs. A pair of sexy, black stilleto heels completed the outfit.
"Hello, my eyes are up here," the girl said.
Darin immediately moved his gaze from her chest to her eyes. How long had he been staring? "Yes ma'am," he stuttered. "How can I help you?"
The young girl took a second and looked around before she answered. "You can start off by telling me if that is how you treat all of your female customers?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand."
"Do you stare at all of the female customers like a drooling idiot or is it just me?"
"No, no ma'am," he stammered. "I just..."
"Save it," she cut him off. "I'm your new boss. You must be Darin."
Oh shit! This wasn't good. He couldn't believe this was his boss. She was smoking hot and didn't look a day over 18. And he was already starting off on the wrong foot with her. Trying to recover he extended his hand and said, "yes, I'm Darin. It's very nice to meet you."
She ignored his hand and walked around him to go behind the counter. "I'm Alexa Griner. You will call me Ms. Griner. Show me to my office."
Darin was a pretty good guy and for the most part was able to roll with the punches that life threw his way but this was just too much. Not only passed over for a promotion he deserved again, but his new boss looked to be about 6 years his junior and complete bitch to boot. He grumbled something as he walked around her headed to the back office.
"What did you just say?" Ms. Griner aksed in an imperious tone.
"Nothing," he answered shortly. "Just clearing my throat."
The office was just a short distance away in the back of the store. Upon entering it Ms. Griner set a few things on the desk and turned to face Darin. "Now Darin, I don't think you were clearing your throat back there. I think you were saying something not so nice." She stepped closer, so she was standing almost nose to nose with him. He couldn't help but glance down at her huge melons. "You need to understand Darin, I'm your boss now and you'll do as I say and like it." Then she rammed her knee straight up into his groin. She could tell that she caught him dead center and had both his balls trapped between her knee and his pelvic bone.
Darin tried to collapse but Ms. Griner held him up and ground her knee back and forth causing excruciating pain. "Urk!" he yelped.
Continuinig to grind for a minute and smiling the whole time, she finally removed her knee and said, "Do we understand each other?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"Yes what Darin," she asked raising her knee as if she might smash his balls again.
"Yes Ms. Griner," Darin answered quickly.
Just then the door buzzer sounded off. "Now get up front and take care of my customers. I'll call you when I want you again." As she turned away from him her hand shout out and punched him in the nuts one more time. Darin stood there, hunched over clutching his groin for a second in mute pain, trying to catch his breath. Taking her seat behind her desk she said, "get up there Darin. I'm not paying you to stand around. If I have to go up there and do your job your nuts are going to feel a lot worse than they do now asshole."
Darin hobbled on out as fast as he could. Another couple of hours went by and fortunately for him it was a slow day. He tried to make himself as comfortable as possible but his balls hurt so bad he couldn't even sit down without experienceing tremendous pain. He had checked himself out in the bathroom and while nothing was broken, they were definitely swollen.
Ms. Griner had busied herself in her office for the better part of the day only coming out a few times to use the bathroom or study some in store displays. This suited Darin just fine. The farther away this bitch stayed from him the better. He was seriously reconsidering his career with Mobile Minnesota anyway.
It was getting on to closing time when Ms. Griner came to the front of the store. "Darin, lock up and finish the daily close. Then come back to my office. I'm going to need you to stay a little late tonight." She turned around without waiting for a reply and went back to her office.
Darin wondered what she had been doing back there all day and what the hell she needed him for anyway. Working open to close he had already been here for going on 12 hours. Well, until he made up his mind on whether or not he was quitting he'd do his best to stay off of her bad side. But he was also sure as hell going to keep plenty of distance between his balls and her knees.
About 15 minutes later he was back in her office standing in front of her desk. Ms. Griner was sitting down staring at a computer screen and said, "take a seat Darin." Once he was seated she looked him in the eyes and said, "I've been reviewing your employee file. It seems your quite the exemplary employee. Solid, no strong sales numbers and a great customer satisfaction rate. The store here is set up and organized exactly to corporate standards. From what I can tell of the previous store manager this is probably all because of you. According to corporate, your old boss was just fucking useless. Nicely done Darin."
He was stunned into silence. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. A compliment from the girl who had earlier almost castrated him with her knee.
"Don't look so shocked Darin. I always praise and reward good work. Just as I punish sloppy work and disobedience."
"Well, thanks for recognizing my work," he said. She arched an eyebrow and he quickly added, "Ms. Griner."
"You're learning quickly Darin. Your probably pretty upset that you didn't get my promotion and that now you have to take orders from a 19 year old. That's too fucking bad Darin. You do good work but I'm the boss. If you want to stay on I'll get you moved up fast but you'll do what I say, how I say, and when I say it. Do you understand me?"
Put on the spot like this he didn't know what to say. "Yes Ms. Griner." The words had just come out of his mouth. He didn't even know he was saying them.
"Good boy. Now I want to talk about earlier." He was trying to act like he wasn't sure what she meant. He sure didn't want to talk about her beating his balls. "You know," she prodded. "When I first came in the store and you totally checked me out. Then just a few minutes later how I had to crush your little boy balls."
"Oh, that," he mumbled not really knowing how to respond.
"Yes, that. First I want to know if you find me attractive?"
"Well...sure I do Ms. Griner."
"You like my tits don't you? It's ok. You can say it. Everyone does. They all stare and lust after them." She started to rub her breasts through her blouse while she was talking.
Darin was transfixed. He didn't know what to make of this woman but this was fucking hot! His dick started to get hard and swell. "I really like your tits Ms. Griner."
"Do you want to see them, Darin?" she asked sweetly. Her voice went soft and she half whispered, "do you want to touch them?"
"Absolutely, yes Ms. Griner," he answered with enthusiasm. Darin couldn't believe his luck. She might be a ballbusting bitch but she sure was fucking hot and her tits had to be at least 40DD's, maybe even bigger!
She stood up from her desk unbuttoning her blouse. Darin got up from his chair and moved to grab them when her foot flew up and kicked him in the nuts. "Darin, I asked you if you wanted to see and touch them. I never said you could."
Darin fell to his knees. His balls were already sore from the first beating he had taken and now they were on fire.
"Apologize," she said in a severe tone. "Say your sorry and kiss my feet."
"I'm sorry Ms. Griner," he was able to wheeze out. He then crawled the distance to where she stood and kissed her left shoe and then her right.
"That's better. Now, do you still want to see my tits?"
God help him he did. "Yes Ms. Griner."
She finished with the last few buttons and took her blouse off. The mountain of cleavage left Darin awestruck and she smiled. "Get up," she commanded. "On your feet."
He struggled to his feet and stood silently. Drinking in the lovely vision in front of him. His dick once again began to get hard and she noticed the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Why Darin, you do like me. It looks like you like me a lot. Take off your pants. I want to see your cock."
His balls on fire but still hypnotized by the sight of her huge knockers, Darin pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. His cock stood at attention in a quivering, silent salute to Ms. Griner's huge boobs.
"Oh Darin, that's nice," she said. Moving closer she reached out and gently grabbed his cock. She stroked it softly twice and said, "your a little small. Maybe 6 inches? But it's nice and thick and veiny. Just the way I like them." She continued to caress his rod with one hand while rubbing her tits with the other. After a couple of minutes she stopped.
His dick bobbed and pulsed and his hips humped the air. "Is something wrong Ms. Griner?"
"Oh no Darin. There's just one more thing I need to do." She removed her bra and let her huge melons spill out. They were breathtaking with their ability to defy gravity and she knew it. She stepped close and removed his shirt. She pushed her tits into his chest and caressed his ballsack lovingly. "How are they? Do they hurt much?"
"A little, Ms. Griner," he answered. It was a lie. They hurt so bad he knew he probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow but he didn't want her to stop.
She moved around so she was behind him. Then she reached around and grabbed hold of his cock. He groaned in delight as her hand worked wonders on his member and her huge boobs pressed softly against his back. "You want to suck on my tits, don't you Darin?" It wasn't really a question.
He could feel her hard, erect nipples rubbing against his back and her hand caressing his cock, it was all becoming too much for him to handle. His dick started to twitch and his sac tightened around his balls.
Ms. Griner, sensing what was about to happen said, "don't you do it Darin. You do not cum without my permission." But it was too late. All the touching and rubbing, the sight of her luscious body, and all the sexy talk simply overpowered him. His man goo shot out in thick, chunky gobs all over her hand. "I'm so sorry Ms. Griner." He now sounded scared.
Ms. Griner was furious. How dare he cum without permission, let alone all over her hand! Now he'd be taught a lesson that he'll never forget. "Not to worry Darin. You can make it up to me."
"Thank you Ms. Griner," he said sounding relieved.
She released her hold on his cock and said, "turn around." Darin did as she said and she held out her cum soaked hand to his face. "First clean it all off. Every last drop."
Not knowing what to do but very afraid that she would either hurt his balls again or refuse to let him see her naked he started licking his gooey spunk off of her hand and fingers. It was still hot and very salty. He licked clean her palm and then she inserted each finger in his mouth and he sucked them like they were lollipops until he had swallowed every last ounce of his man juice.
"That's a good start Darin. Now lie down on the floor. On your back."
Darin did as he was told. Lying on his back, quivering a little with fear. Ms. Griner walked around his body a few times and finally stopped at his feet. Facing him, she once again started rubbing her tits. Ms. Griner had a predatory look on her face as she bent down and tugged his pants and underwear off and tossed them out of the way. Standing back up she said, "you've been a bad boy Darin." She stepped in between his legs, inches away from his balls and looked down at him. "You remember what I said about rewarding good work and punishing sloppy work and disobedience?"
"Yes Ms. Griner," he whimpered.
"Well Darin, that was very disobedient. I told you no cumming without my permission. What do you think I should do about this?"
"I don't kno--"
Before he could finish she swung her foot into his balls. She caught them with the point of her stiletto. He howled in pain, his hands moved to try and cover his groin area. "Move your hands this instant," Ms. Griner hissed. "Move them or I'll rip your little balls out of your nutsack and feed them to you myself."
He moved his hands back to his sides and layed there, moaning on the floor. "That's a good boy Darin." She moved her foot and touched first his left ball and then his right with the tip of her shoe. Darin trembled at each touch, anticipation of the pain to come keeping him on edge. She stepped down on his left nut, lightly at first. Darin moaned in pain. "Shhh," she said. "Not a word my bad little boy." She increased the pressure and his ball flattened out, straining against the walls of his ballsack. Just when he was sure his nut was going to pop Ms. Griner stepped off of him.
She walked around and stood facing his feet, with her legs on either side of his head. "Does it hurt Darin," she said very seductively. "Tell me how bad it hurts."
His only response was to start quietly blubbering. The pain and the fear had taken over completely.
Ms. Griner removed her skirt and g-string. "Shh, shh, shh," she said. "Don't worry my bad little boy. I'm going to give you a chance to save yourself. I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to lick my pussy. The whole time I'm going to be playing with your little dickie and you can guess what I'm going to be doing to your little boy balls. If you can get me off with your tongue before I pop a grape, then I'll stop and you'll be safe. If not, then your going to lose one of your two best friends. Also, if you cum I'm going to ride your face until I do, then I'll scramble both of your little eggies. You understand Darin?"
Darin nodded that he did. Ms. Griner knelt down so her pussy was over his face. Using her left hand she reached out and started playing with the tip of his cock. With her right she flattened his sack against the floor and started gently rolling them back and forth. "You better start licking Darin. Lick me good or pop goes the ballsy." He started licking her pussy for all he was worth. She let out a girlish little giggle and started stroking his cock. Despite all the pain he had experienced, his cock stiffened and stood magnificently straight up. The pleasure she was bringing him was immense and even though she was hurting his balls by slowly grinding them into the floor he was getting very excited. Her pussy tasted sweet and smelled magnificent.
"Better be careful Darin," she said very sweetly. "Your already leaking out some precum and I'm not close to getting off. I'd hate to have to end our games so soon. You see Darin, I want you to get me off so we can do this every night. Your balls belong to me." With that she slammed her hand down hard on his balls. This caused him to scream into her pussy and Ms. Griner loved it. "Mmmm," she moaned. She slammed her hand down hard again. "That's good Darin. That's very good."
Darin was in pain and worried. He was licking her pussy furiously trying to make his boss have an orgasm. Crazy as it was, no matter all the pain she was causing him, he was getting close to cumming for the second time in less than an hour. He thought he might be getting her close but wasn't sure. Just then she grabbed his balls and squeezed harder than ever. His screams and his tongue did the trick. Ms. Griner's sticky juices flowed out and all over his face. She started riding his face hard and Darin feared he might die from dronwing/suffocation.
After a minute her shudders subsided and her orgasm came to an end. Releasing her grip on his cock and balls she slowly stood up and with a smile on her face she said, "good boy, Darin." Then, eyeing his member she said, "do you want to cum again Darin? I can make it happen for you if you like. I'll use my tits on you. It'll feel soooo good. Would you like that Darin?"
"Yes Ms. Griner. Please." he begged.
"Okay Darin. I'll just need one thing from you. It's a small little thing though. Don't you worry."
"What do you need Ms. Griner?"
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "just one of your little bitty ballsies. That's all. You can even pick which one." Before he could answer she had come around to place her mammoth tits around his pole. It felt so good Darin was once again mesmerized. "Better hurry up and tell me wich one Darin. Looks like your about to shoot a big sticky load again. Tell me wich one right now and I'll let you lick my tits for a minute before I do it."
The pleasure was too much. This girl...no this woman had brought him to levels of pain and pleasure he had never experienced before and he didn't want it to stop. No matter the cost. "Crush the left one Ms. Griner."
"The left one it is," she said sweetly. She pressed her tits together even tighter around his pole increasing the pillowy friction. The head of Darin's swollen cock was a deep royal purple color. It disappeared into her cavernous cleavage for a second. When it came back out he shot his wad all over her breasts. It was an impressive amount of jizz, especially considering that he had cum not less than an hour ago.
Darin lay there with a fools grin on his face. He felt so good. Ms. Griner gently put her hand behind his head and drew his face to her tits. "Time to lick my tits like I said you could. While your doing that make sure to get all your sticky cum off of me." Darin licked her beautiful, huge boobs clean. He licked them all over and under taking great care to make sure there was not a drop of cum left. She then let him suck on her nipples for a minute before moving away from him.
She rested his head back on the floor and stood up between his legs. "The left one it is Darin." She took her shoes off, now completely naked, she stood facing him. She used her right foot to single out and trap his left grape. Ms. Griner stepped on it hard and started grinding his ball savagely into the floor. "Ask me to crush your nut Darin. Beg me to pop your little ball."
"Please crush my nut Ms. Griner," he cried out in pain. "Please bust my ball."
Ms. Griner started fingering herself as she stood full weight on his testicle. His egg could only take so much and her weight plus the grinding against the floor soon proved to be too much. There was a sickening squishy sound and Darin's left nut imploded.
"Umm," Ms. Griner said. Slowly stepping off his balls she noticed Darin had finally passed out from the pain. "Oh...poor baby. Well, you still have one little ballsy for me to play with."
The End
Hope you enjoyed. Constructive criticizm always welcome.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
Darin read the memo faxed to him by his corporate office, wadded it up and threw it in the trashcan. The memo had really pissed him off. He had just been informed that he was being passed over for promotion again and that his new boss would be showing up sometime today. Once again, his company, Mobile Minnesota had screwed him over. He had been working for them now for 5 years, starting off at a kiosk in the mall selling mobile phones and service plans and working his way up to an actual storefront location. His numbers were great and all of his customer surveys had noted what a kind and conscientous salesman he was. What did he have to do to move up with this company.
Just then the door buzzer went off letting him know that someone was entering the store. While not in the mood to do any selling it was still his job so he put on his smile and went to greet the potential buyer. Darin saw the young girl and gasped. She was stunningly beautiful. She was about 5'8" and looked to be pretty fit. She had shoulder length blond hair pulled off to the sides in pigtails, bright green eyes, and the biggest tits he had ever seen. She was wearing a red blouse with the first 3 buttons undone and showing a nice amount of cleavage. A short, black skirt showed off a long pair of tone, muscular legs. A pair of sexy, black stilleto heels completed the outfit.
"Hello, my eyes are up here," the girl said.
Darin immediately moved his gaze from her chest to her eyes. How long had he been staring? "Yes ma'am," he stuttered. "How can I help you?"
The young girl took a second and looked around before she answered. "You can start off by telling me if that is how you treat all of your female customers?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand."
"Do you stare at all of the female customers like a drooling idiot or is it just me?"
"No, no ma'am," he stammered. "I just..."
"Save it," she cut him off. "I'm your new boss. You must be Darin."
Oh shit! This wasn't good. He couldn't believe this was his boss. She was smoking hot and didn't look a day over 18. And he was already starting off on the wrong foot with her. Trying to recover he extended his hand and said, "yes, I'm Darin. It's very nice to meet you."
She ignored his hand and walked around him to go behind the counter. "I'm Alexa Griner. You will call me Ms. Griner. Show me to my office."
Darin was a pretty good guy and for the most part was able to roll with the punches that life threw his way but this was just too much. Not only passed over for a promotion he deserved again, but his new boss looked to be about 6 years his junior and complete bitch to boot. He grumbled something as he walked around her headed to the back office.
"What did you just say?" Ms. Griner aksed in an imperious tone.
"Nothing," he answered shortly. "Just clearing my throat."
The office was just a short distance away in the back of the store. Upon entering it Ms. Griner set a few things on the desk and turned to face Darin. "Now Darin, I don't think you were clearing your throat back there. I think you were saying something not so nice." She stepped closer, so she was standing almost nose to nose with him. He couldn't help but glance down at her huge melons. "You need to understand Darin, I'm your boss now and you'll do as I say and like it." Then she rammed her knee straight up into his groin. She could tell that she caught him dead center and had both his balls trapped between her knee and his pelvic bone.
Darin tried to collapse but Ms. Griner held him up and ground her knee back and forth causing excruciating pain. "Urk!" he yelped.
Continuinig to grind for a minute and smiling the whole time, she finally removed her knee and said, "Do we understand each other?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"Yes what Darin," she asked raising her knee as if she might smash his balls again.
"Yes Ms. Griner," Darin answered quickly.
Just then the door buzzer sounded off. "Now get up front and take care of my customers. I'll call you when I want you again." As she turned away from him her hand shout out and punched him in the nuts one more time. Darin stood there, hunched over clutching his groin for a second in mute pain, trying to catch his breath. Taking her seat behind her desk she said, "get up there Darin. I'm not paying you to stand around. If I have to go up there and do your job your nuts are going to feel a lot worse than they do now asshole."
Darin hobbled on out as fast as he could. Another couple of hours went by and fortunately for him it was a slow day. He tried to make himself as comfortable as possible but his balls hurt so bad he couldn't even sit down without experienceing tremendous pain. He had checked himself out in the bathroom and while nothing was broken, they were definitely swollen.
Ms. Griner had busied herself in her office for the better part of the day only coming out a few times to use the bathroom or study some in store displays. This suited Darin just fine. The farther away this bitch stayed from him the better. He was seriously reconsidering his career with Mobile Minnesota anyway.
It was getting on to closing time when Ms. Griner came to the front of the store. "Darin, lock up and finish the daily close. Then come back to my office. I'm going to need you to stay a little late tonight." She turned around without waiting for a reply and went back to her office.
Darin wondered what she had been doing back there all day and what the hell she needed him for anyway. Working open to close he had already been here for going on 12 hours. Well, until he made up his mind on whether or not he was quitting he'd do his best to stay off of her bad side. But he was also sure as hell going to keep plenty of distance between his balls and her knees.
About 15 minutes later he was back in her office standing in front of her desk. Ms. Griner was sitting down staring at a computer screen and said, "take a seat Darin." Once he was seated she looked him in the eyes and said, "I've been reviewing your employee file. It seems your quite the exemplary employee. Solid, no strong sales numbers and a great customer satisfaction rate. The store here is set up and organized exactly to corporate standards. From what I can tell of the previous store manager this is probably all because of you. According to corporate, your old boss was just fucking useless. Nicely done Darin."
He was stunned into silence. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. A compliment from the girl who had earlier almost castrated him with her knee.
"Don't look so shocked Darin. I always praise and reward good work. Just as I punish sloppy work and disobedience."
"Well, thanks for recognizing my work," he said. She arched an eyebrow and he quickly added, "Ms. Griner."
"You're learning quickly Darin. Your probably pretty upset that you didn't get my promotion and that now you have to take orders from a 19 year old. That's too fucking bad Darin. You do good work but I'm the boss. If you want to stay on I'll get you moved up fast but you'll do what I say, how I say, and when I say it. Do you understand me?"
Put on the spot like this he didn't know what to say. "Yes Ms. Griner." The words had just come out of his mouth. He didn't even know he was saying them.
"Good boy. Now I want to talk about earlier." He was trying to act like he wasn't sure what she meant. He sure didn't want to talk about her beating his balls. "You know," she prodded. "When I first came in the store and you totally checked me out. Then just a few minutes later how I had to crush your little boy balls."
"Oh, that," he mumbled not really knowing how to respond.
"Yes, that. First I want to know if you find me attractive?"
"Well...sure I do Ms. Griner."
"You like my tits don't you? It's ok. You can say it. Everyone does. They all stare and lust after them." She started to rub her breasts through her blouse while she was talking.
Darin was transfixed. He didn't know what to make of this woman but this was fucking hot! His dick started to get hard and swell. "I really like your tits Ms. Griner."
"Do you want to see them, Darin?" she asked sweetly. Her voice went soft and she half whispered, "do you want to touch them?"
"Absolutely, yes Ms. Griner," he answered with enthusiasm. Darin couldn't believe his luck. She might be a ballbusting bitch but she sure was fucking hot and her tits had to be at least 40DD's, maybe even bigger!
She stood up from her desk unbuttoning her blouse. Darin got up from his chair and moved to grab them when her foot flew up and kicked him in the nuts. "Darin, I asked you if you wanted to see and touch them. I never said you could."
Darin fell to his knees. His balls were already sore from the first beating he had taken and now they were on fire.
"Apologize," she said in a severe tone. "Say your sorry and kiss my feet."
"I'm sorry Ms. Griner," he was able to wheeze out. He then crawled the distance to where she stood and kissed her left shoe and then her right.
"That's better. Now, do you still want to see my tits?"
God help him he did. "Yes Ms. Griner."
She finished with the last few buttons and took her blouse off. The mountain of cleavage left Darin awestruck and she smiled. "Get up," she commanded. "On your feet."
He struggled to his feet and stood silently. Drinking in the lovely vision in front of him. His dick once again began to get hard and she noticed the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Why Darin, you do like me. It looks like you like me a lot. Take off your pants. I want to see your cock."
His balls on fire but still hypnotized by the sight of her huge knockers, Darin pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. His cock stood at attention in a quivering, silent salute to Ms. Griner's huge boobs.
"Oh Darin, that's nice," she said. Moving closer she reached out and gently grabbed his cock. She stroked it softly twice and said, "your a little small. Maybe 6 inches? But it's nice and thick and veiny. Just the way I like them." She continued to caress his rod with one hand while rubbing her tits with the other. After a couple of minutes she stopped.
His dick bobbed and pulsed and his hips humped the air. "Is something wrong Ms. Griner?"
"Oh no Darin. There's just one more thing I need to do." She removed her bra and let her huge melons spill out. They were breathtaking with their ability to defy gravity and she knew it. She stepped close and removed his shirt. She pushed her tits into his chest and caressed his ballsack lovingly. "How are they? Do they hurt much?"
"A little, Ms. Griner," he answered. It was a lie. They hurt so bad he knew he probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow but he didn't want her to stop.
She moved around so she was behind him. Then she reached around and grabbed hold of his cock. He groaned in delight as her hand worked wonders on his member and her huge boobs pressed softly against his back. "You want to suck on my tits, don't you Darin?" It wasn't really a question.
He could feel her hard, erect nipples rubbing against his back and her hand caressing his cock, it was all becoming too much for him to handle. His dick started to twitch and his sac tightened around his balls.
Ms. Griner, sensing what was about to happen said, "don't you do it Darin. You do not cum without my permission." But it was too late. All the touching and rubbing, the sight of her luscious body, and all the sexy talk simply overpowered him. His man goo shot out in thick, chunky gobs all over her hand. "I'm so sorry Ms. Griner." He now sounded scared.
Ms. Griner was furious. How dare he cum without permission, let alone all over her hand! Now he'd be taught a lesson that he'll never forget. "Not to worry Darin. You can make it up to me."
"Thank you Ms. Griner," he said sounding relieved.
She released her hold on his cock and said, "turn around." Darin did as she said and she held out her cum soaked hand to his face. "First clean it all off. Every last drop."
Not knowing what to do but very afraid that she would either hurt his balls again or refuse to let him see her naked he started licking his gooey spunk off of her hand and fingers. It was still hot and very salty. He licked clean her palm and then she inserted each finger in his mouth and he sucked them like they were lollipops until he had swallowed every last ounce of his man juice.
"That's a good start Darin. Now lie down on the floor. On your back."
Darin did as he was told. Lying on his back, quivering a little with fear. Ms. Griner walked around his body a few times and finally stopped at his feet. Facing him, she once again started rubbing her tits. Ms. Griner had a predatory look on her face as she bent down and tugged his pants and underwear off and tossed them out of the way. Standing back up she said, "you've been a bad boy Darin." She stepped in between his legs, inches away from his balls and looked down at him. "You remember what I said about rewarding good work and punishing sloppy work and disobedience?"
"Yes Ms. Griner," he whimpered.
"Well Darin, that was very disobedient. I told you no cumming without my permission. What do you think I should do about this?"
"I don't kno--"
Before he could finish she swung her foot into his balls. She caught them with the point of her stiletto. He howled in pain, his hands moved to try and cover his groin area. "Move your hands this instant," Ms. Griner hissed. "Move them or I'll rip your little balls out of your nutsack and feed them to you myself."
He moved his hands back to his sides and layed there, moaning on the floor. "That's a good boy Darin." She moved her foot and touched first his left ball and then his right with the tip of her shoe. Darin trembled at each touch, anticipation of the pain to come keeping him on edge. She stepped down on his left nut, lightly at first. Darin moaned in pain. "Shhh," she said. "Not a word my bad little boy." She increased the pressure and his ball flattened out, straining against the walls of his ballsack. Just when he was sure his nut was going to pop Ms. Griner stepped off of him.
She walked around and stood facing his feet, with her legs on either side of his head. "Does it hurt Darin," she said very seductively. "Tell me how bad it hurts."
His only response was to start quietly blubbering. The pain and the fear had taken over completely.
Ms. Griner removed her skirt and g-string. "Shh, shh, shh," she said. "Don't worry my bad little boy. I'm going to give you a chance to save yourself. I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to lick my pussy. The whole time I'm going to be playing with your little dickie and you can guess what I'm going to be doing to your little boy balls. If you can get me off with your tongue before I pop a grape, then I'll stop and you'll be safe. If not, then your going to lose one of your two best friends. Also, if you cum I'm going to ride your face until I do, then I'll scramble both of your little eggies. You understand Darin?"
Darin nodded that he did. Ms. Griner knelt down so her pussy was over his face. Using her left hand she reached out and started playing with the tip of his cock. With her right she flattened his sack against the floor and started gently rolling them back and forth. "You better start licking Darin. Lick me good or pop goes the ballsy." He started licking her pussy for all he was worth. She let out a girlish little giggle and started stroking his cock. Despite all the pain he had experienced, his cock stiffened and stood magnificently straight up. The pleasure she was bringing him was immense and even though she was hurting his balls by slowly grinding them into the floor he was getting very excited. Her pussy tasted sweet and smelled magnificent.
"Better be careful Darin," she said very sweetly. "Your already leaking out some precum and I'm not close to getting off. I'd hate to have to end our games so soon. You see Darin, I want you to get me off so we can do this every night. Your balls belong to me." With that she slammed her hand down hard on his balls. This caused him to scream into her pussy and Ms. Griner loved it. "Mmmm," she moaned. She slammed her hand down hard again. "That's good Darin. That's very good."
Darin was in pain and worried. He was licking her pussy furiously trying to make his boss have an orgasm. Crazy as it was, no matter all the pain she was causing him, he was getting close to cumming for the second time in less than an hour. He thought he might be getting her close but wasn't sure. Just then she grabbed his balls and squeezed harder than ever. His screams and his tongue did the trick. Ms. Griner's sticky juices flowed out and all over his face. She started riding his face hard and Darin feared he might die from dronwing/suffocation.
After a minute her shudders subsided and her orgasm came to an end. Releasing her grip on his cock and balls she slowly stood up and with a smile on her face she said, "good boy, Darin." Then, eyeing his member she said, "do you want to cum again Darin? I can make it happen for you if you like. I'll use my tits on you. It'll feel soooo good. Would you like that Darin?"
"Yes Ms. Griner. Please." he begged.
"Okay Darin. I'll just need one thing from you. It's a small little thing though. Don't you worry."
"What do you need Ms. Griner?"
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "just one of your little bitty ballsies. That's all. You can even pick which one." Before he could answer she had come around to place her mammoth tits around his pole. It felt so good Darin was once again mesmerized. "Better hurry up and tell me wich one Darin. Looks like your about to shoot a big sticky load again. Tell me wich one right now and I'll let you lick my tits for a minute before I do it."
The pleasure was too much. This girl...no this woman had brought him to levels of pain and pleasure he had never experienced before and he didn't want it to stop. No matter the cost. "Crush the left one Ms. Griner."
"The left one it is," she said sweetly. She pressed her tits together even tighter around his pole increasing the pillowy friction. The head of Darin's swollen cock was a deep royal purple color. It disappeared into her cavernous cleavage for a second. When it came back out he shot his wad all over her breasts. It was an impressive amount of jizz, especially considering that he had cum not less than an hour ago.
Darin lay there with a fools grin on his face. He felt so good. Ms. Griner gently put her hand behind his head and drew his face to her tits. "Time to lick my tits like I said you could. While your doing that make sure to get all your sticky cum off of me." Darin licked her beautiful, huge boobs clean. He licked them all over and under taking great care to make sure there was not a drop of cum left. She then let him suck on her nipples for a minute before moving away from him.
She rested his head back on the floor and stood up between his legs. "The left one it is Darin." She took her shoes off, now completely naked, she stood facing him. She used her right foot to single out and trap his left grape. Ms. Griner stepped on it hard and started grinding his ball savagely into the floor. "Ask me to crush your nut Darin. Beg me to pop your little ball."
"Please crush my nut Ms. Griner," he cried out in pain. "Please bust my ball."
Ms. Griner started fingering herself as she stood full weight on his testicle. His egg could only take so much and her weight plus the grinding against the floor soon proved to be too much. There was a sickening squishy sound and Darin's left nut imploded.
"Umm," Ms. Griner said. Slowly stepping off his balls she noticed Darin had finally passed out from the pain. "Oh...poor baby. Well, you still have one little ballsy for me to play with."
The End
Hope you enjoyed. Constructive criticizm always welcome.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
YOUR REQUESTS
I am, at times, a kind and understanding Queen. I know you little worms out there have so many fantasies that will never be fulfilled I'd like to help out as much as I can. Plus, it pleases me and brings me pleasure to do this. You may email me with your requests for a story and I will work it into my schedule when I can. I already have 2 that I am working on and hope to have finished soon. Your email had better be phrased properly or it won't happen. Don't forget I am your Mistress and Queen. You may email me at misgrind@yahoo.com Emails that include a picture of your ballsack will please me.
Mistress Grind
Mistress Grind
Saturday, October 10, 2009
THIS JUST HAPPENED
I recently got moved and put up in a very nice apartment all paid for by my 44 year old slave. When I think about the sheer power and control I have over him it makes me wet. I think about it a lot. I was so horny that I made him tell his wife that he had to go out of town on business for a couple of days. While he's "out of town" he's really in my clutches. Literally. I just let his balls out of my crushing grip about ten minutes ago. It was wonderful! He so wants to fuck me but that won't happen. Instead, I laid him out on the floor and straddled his face ala 69 position. While he ate my pussy for all he was worth I used my huge tits on his cock. I took the old man right to the edge and stopped. It was so awesome. Getting wet again reliving this. His dick was fully erect and quivering, his sack taught and pulled tight. His balls looked so fucking juicy! I gripped his sack in my hand and squeezed. The harder I squeezed the better he licked. I told him if he got me off that I'd let him cum. The old man did alright. My juices started flowing all over his face and the waves of pleasure vibrated throughout my pussy. I took his cock in hand and stroked once, twice, and on the third time he started shooting his load. Two things happened. First, as he was shooting off, I made a fist and punched him right in the balls. His screams were the icing on my orgasm cake. Second, he jizzed on my face. This is unacceptable. I got off his face and stood him up. I was kind and gave him about 30 seconds to get his old ass off the floor. I then took his sac in hand and started squeezing again. And I continued to savagely twist and squeeze until he licked all of his cum off my face.
Being 19 and having this kind of power over men is so fucking awesome. Being a teenage ballbuster is the best.
Next post I'll write a fiction story about what I wanted to do to my high shcool chemistry teacher senior year.
Kicks and Stomps
Mistress Grind
Being 19 and having this kind of power over men is so fucking awesome. Being a teenage ballbuster is the best.
Next post I'll write a fiction story about what I wanted to do to my high shcool chemistry teacher senior year.
Kicks and Stomps
Mistress Grind
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
DETENTION
This is a work of fiction. The part about me being in detention is true and the teacher was checking me out and no doubt jerking off after I left but sad to say I did not bust his balls. This story merely tells what I wish I had done.
I was pissed off. Stuck at school in an all day detention on a fucking Saturday all because I cut chemistry class earlier in the week. I'm not ever going to use chemistry and I carry a B+ in the class anyway so what the hell. Mr. Moore had definitely got himself on my shit list.
Mr. Moore was a late 30's early 40's man right around 6' tall with a little bit of flab to him putting him right around 200-210lbs. Dark hair starting to gray and who cares what color this assholes eyes are. He sat at his desk grading papers occasionally glancing up to make sure I wasn't sleeping.
It had been 2 hours of me sitting there, sometimes reading a text book, sometimes staring into space wishing I could just go home. That's when I caught him the first time! I looked up and he quickly burried his head back into his papers. But he hadn't been grading his tests. He had been staring at me. Obviously he had been checking out as much of my body as he could see while I was sitting in my desk. I'm sure he was trying to see as much of my tits as he could as they are two of my best features. They are huge and firm. At this time Ihad just turned 18 and I was fully developed. They are a whopping 44DD size. To bad for him, it was late Fall and I was wearing a sweater. I know they still cut a nice curvy picture to look at and I started to think I could use this to my advantage.
"How long am I going to have to stay here Mr. Moore?"
He looked up from his papers again and said, "until 2:30 Alexa. I'm sure this isn't how you wanted to spend your Saturday but you're the one who skipped class."
"That's another 5 hours, Mr. Moore," I whined. "Isn't there anything I can do to get out early?" I asked the question kind of pouty.
"I'm afraid not. There are consequences for breaking the rules. I suggest you pass the time by studying up on the last chapter in your chemistry text. There might be a pop quiz next week."
Something was going to go pop if this jerkoff didn't let me out early. "Gosh, but it's warm in here. I think I'll take off my sweater." Mr. Moore's gaze immediately snapped up from his papers to my chest. As I pulled the sweater over my head I pretended it got caught and made sure to bounce my chest up and down while I got myself situated. He didn't know it but I could see through the material of the sweater. He was staring, transifixed as my tits bounced up and down. Underneathe my sweater I was wearing a tight fitting, short sleeved, polo style shirt. Of the three buttons this shirt had, none of them were fastened. I finished getting the sweater off and put away, pretending the whole while not to have noticed Mr. Moore's leacherous gaze.
Standing up from my desk I stretched out hard, sticking my tits out even farther than they normally go. "I've got an idea Mr. Moore."
Blinking his eyes and shaking his head a little he said, "what's that Alexa?"
"How about I help you out grading your papers?" I asked walking from my desk to the head of the classroom where he sat. "That way you can get your work done a little faster and I'm sure I'd learn oodles just going over some of those tests." I had purposely, but not blatantly, let my voice become a little more childish. A little more...seductive.
"I don't know," he stammered. Now that I was standing up he had a better view of all my luscious, tight, young body had to offer. Needless to say, he was having trouble focusing on a conversation that entailed eye contact. "You really should study and learn on your own. I'd hate for others to think that you had somehow cheated by getting answers from their work."
"Well," I stopped halfway to his desk, "if you don't want me to help and work a little closer with you I'll just go sit down." One more bra busting stretch before I turned around. On my way back to my desk I pretended to drop a pencil and bent over. My form fitting jeans giving him an excellent view of my perfect ass.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt to have you help me grade some papers," Mr. Moore said generously. "Just don't take advantage of my good nature now. I expect you to pay attention and do a good job."
"Oh, I will," I said thankfully. I walked back up to the head of the classroom and pulled a chair over so I could sit just a little to Mr. Moore's left. He handed me stack of tests, a red pen, and an answer key. "I'll do such a good job I know your just going to burst."
"I'm going to what, Alexa?" he asked trying to fix me with a frowning gaze. He might have actually pulled it off but the pervert couldn't look me straight in the eyes. Not when my tits were pushed up and there was a mountain of cleavage on his radar.
"Your going to burst, Mr. Moore," I said in the seductive voice again. "You know, with pride. I bet you'll burst so much you'll even decide to let me leave a little early."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up Alexa. Now get to work. You've got a lot to do before I'm ready to burst."
Mr. Moore had come to Saturday detention dressed casually. Probably what he considered cool. Addidas warm up pants, t-shirt, and a jacket. The warm up pants didn't conceal the boner growing between his legs. He shifted back and forth a little trying to hide it all the while trying to look down my shirt.
I actually worked at grading tests for about 5 minutes. I had my face down to see the tests but I wasn't bent over so much that Mr. Moore couldn't look down my shirt. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was pitching a tent in his pants. I looked up a little and pointed to something on his desk and said, "what's that?"
"What's what?" he asked back, not sure of what I had pointed to.
I leaned in to show him what I was talking about and made sure to smash my tits into his shoulder. To his credit, he tried to lean out of it but I just pretended that I slipped, a little off balance, and put my hand out to steady myself. My hand landed on his very hard cock. "Mr. Moore! What have we here?"
He stood up from his chair and tried to back away but I kept my hand clutched to his cock. "Now see here Alexa," he began.
"You see here," I cut him off. "It looks like Mr. Moore Jr. likes me. It looks like he likes me a lot," the whole while rubbing his dick through his pants. "Don't you like me too, Mr. Moore?"
Mr. Moore didn't say anything for a minute. He didn't know what to do. In all honesty he had actually looked forward to this Saturday detention. For once he didn't mind coming in on the weekend because he knew that it was going to be just him and Alexa alone at the school. All day to stare at her gorgeouss body, especially her tits. He had jerked himself off all last night fantasizing about sucking on her nipples, shoving his face into her cleavage, and then vigorously titty fucking the shit out of her huge hooters. "Alexa, this is inappropriate," he began.
"Is it Mr. Moore?" she asked coyly now rubbing his cock with one hand and rubbing her tits through her shirt with the other. "Are you sure it's inappropriate?"
"This is...just wrong," he finally spat out. Poor Mr. Moore sounded really torn.
I stopped rubbing him for a second and went over to close the classroom door. The I locked it as an afterthought. Speaking in that childish, seductive tone I said, "Were the only ones here. No one will ever find out. It's obvious to me that Mr. Moore Jr. really doesn't want me to stop. In fact, I was just going to take off my shirt. But if you don't want to see my tits, maybe feel them and suck on my perfect nipples, then I'll stop. I've still got plenty of papers to grade for you and I do want to make sure you burst for me, Mr. Moore."
I could see the battle being fought in Mr. Moore's head. Both of them actually. I gave it a few seconds and when he had still said nothing, I turned as if to sit back down and grade more tests. "Wait," he cried out.
I stopped and turned back around to face him. "Yes?"
"Don't stop. It'll be worth it, whatever the consequences, to see and feel your tits."
I walked up close to stand right next to him. Rubbing my tits into his arm I said, "I would like you to do one thing for me first Mr. Moore."
He looked a little troubled at that, almost afraid. "What's that, Alexa?"
"I want you to close your eyes while I take my shirt off."
He looked relieved even though his face showed that this request made no sense to him. "No problem my dear."
Poor old Mr. Moore closed his eyes. I rubbed his cock nice and sensuously through the material of his pants. "Shirts not off yet. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you it's ok to open them." I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand and gently tugged him from behind his desk over to the side where there was more room to move. He seemed to enjoy my hand on his balls and followed easily. "Ok, you can open them now."
He opened his eyes expecting to see my huge tits. Instead, what he saw was my foot flying up between his legs and he felt his little balls being crushed between his pelvis and my foot. "Urk!" He collapsed to the floor. Rolling around with his hands trying to cover his groin.
"You fucking sick pervert! You've been checking me out all day." I reached down and grabbed his hands. He fought me as best he could but the strength just wasn't there. I easily pulled his hands out of the way and stomped down again on his ballsack. This time it seemed like I had gotten not only his balls but also the tip of his dick underneathe my heel. After slamming them down I ground my heel back and forth.
"Aarrhh!" he screamed again. "Please," he cried. "Please, no more."
"Get up you piece of shit."
"I can't," he cried like a little sissy.
"You better get up by the time I count to 10 or I'll mash your balls so hard they'll just be a bag full of goo between your legs!" I accented this command with a kick to the head.
I started counting and he got himself up by the time I reached 8. "Please, please," he whimpered. "I don't understand. I thought you liked me."
"I do like you Mr. Moore. That's why I'm going to show you my tits. You still want to see them don't you?"
He just stared in disbelief. He didn't know what to think. He was in such pain but the prospect of seeing my tits was too much to pass up. "Yes."
"Yes what, Mr. Moore?"
"Yes, I still want to see your tits."
"Then I'll need for you to pull down your pants."
He just stood there staring.
He just stood there staring.
"Now asshole," I commanded. "You better fucking hurry before I change my mind and start beating your balls again."
That got his attention and he had his pants and underwear down around his ankle in a flash. I circled him, lightly touching him here and there, rubbing my fingers over part of his leg or ass. He jumped and whimpered with each touch.
I came to stand in front of him and pulled him close to me. My breasts were now solidly smashed against his chest and his wang was responding despite the beating his testicles had just taken. "Why Mr. Moore, you sure do like me. Even after I beat your balls I still make you hard. Me...a little 18 year old slip of a girl has you all worked up. You know what Mr. Moore?"
"What?" he asked. It was a whisper. He was afraid. At the place where your torn between fear and anticipation.
"I've decided I'm going to beat your balls some more." Before he could even digest what I'd just said I slammed my knee up into his balls. He keeled over but I was there to catch and hold him. I pushed him up against the wall and kneed him quickly 3 times in a row. On the last knee I kept it planted in his nuts and ground back and forth.
Mr. Moore couldn't even scream. The only thing keeping him upright was my hand on his chest and my knee grinding away at his nutsac. The color in his face had gone green and he looked as if he might vomit.
I continued to grind for another minute and then let him slide down to the floor. "Now you can see my tits Mr. Moore."
No matter the pain he was in, the man still looked up to see if my chest was bared. He had it bad for my boobs and I guess I felt like I owed him something.
Pulling my shirt off over my head I let him drink in the bra shot. Stupendous amount of cleavage. "Well hello Mr. Moore Jr. It looks like your a hard one to keep down." I couldn't believe it but his dick was getting hard again. His balls were bruised and starting to swell but his dick was standing erect and at attention. Then I unclasped my bra and let my tits out.
"Oh my lord," he gasped. My tits are perfect. They are huge, firm, and have perfect quarter sized nipples. No sagging.
"Mr. Moore, I have a proposition for you. If you want I will stick your little dickie in between my tits and get you off. If you choose that, then I will pop one of your ballsy wallsies after you shoot off. Or, I can just beat your balls some more, leave detention when I'm finished and you can keep your little eggy intact."
He just sat there, not knowing what to say.
I leaned in close, my tits rubbing on his arm and brushing his face. I whispered seductively in his ear, "don't you want my boobies wrapped around your little dickie, Mr. Moore? Wouldn't it feel great to cum all over my big ol boobs? Then I can just stand on your ballsack and make a scrambled egg. You'd like that, wouldn't you Mr. Moore? It's making me wet just thinking about it. Oh please say yes Mr. Moore."
The touching and rubbing, the pain and all the talk was too disorienting for him. "Yes!" he cried out.
"Yes what, Mr. Moore?"
"Yes, I want you to tittyfuck me."
"And what else, Mr. Moore?"
"And what else, Mr. Moore?"
"Yes I want you to tittyfuck me and then crush one of my balls. Please crush it. Crush them both if you want. Just do it!"
I smiled at him sweetly. Gifted him by smothering his face with my breasts for a couple of moments and then I wrapped them around his cock. Sad to say for old Mr. Moore, it only took about 20 seconds and I had gobs of jizz flying out of his peehole. It was plastered all over my tits. "Mr. Moore, I need you to clean this up for me."
I pulled his face close to my tits and he began to lick his spunk off of me. When he had gotten it all off to my satisfaction I stood up and got a text book from his desk. I laid him down almost gently on the floor and placed the text book under his nutsac. It was strange but the resistance was totally gone. Mr. Moore had accepted his fate. "Say goodbye to your ballsy wallsies Mr. Moore. I'm hungry for scrambled eggs."
I stood full weight on his sack and ground back and forth. He screamed and moaned but did not try to get away. The male testicles are pretty durable and it took at least five minutes of straight ball abuse but finally I could feel his balls beginning to break down. Grinding harder and harder, his screams louder and louder, his balls finally went pop. Mr. Moore passed out and I toed his ball bag. Just a pile of goo now.
I then got dressed, kicked him one last time in his sack and left. Mr. Moore evidently made it to a hospital in time to get help because he lived but he never did return to his teaching job and he never went to the police about it either. I guess the ballless wonder was afraid of how it would all work out in court.
Hope you all enjoyed. Constructive criticizm welcome.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT
Hi Slaves,
As a beautiful teen ballbuster I find it difficult to fully satisfy my craving to beat and grind men's testicles until they can no longer even cry out in pain. Where are you all at? You know you want my pretty, toe nail painted foot pressing down on your ballbag. Your all so weak and foolish.
I'm starting this blog to help fill the void. Some of the stories will be works of fiction, fantasies of mine that have yet to be fulfilled. Some will be true stories of the pain I've already inflicted, and the pleasure I've given myself.
Soon I'll have some pictures up for you to look at and no doubt jerk off too. It's ok. I can be generous to good and obedient slaves. Just remember that not all gifts come so easily.
You may contact me via email at misgrind@yahoo.com Let me know what your fantasies are and maybe I'll write a story just for you.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
As a beautiful teen ballbuster I find it difficult to fully satisfy my craving to beat and grind men's testicles until they can no longer even cry out in pain. Where are you all at? You know you want my pretty, toe nail painted foot pressing down on your ballbag. Your all so weak and foolish.
I'm starting this blog to help fill the void. Some of the stories will be works of fiction, fantasies of mine that have yet to be fulfilled. Some will be true stories of the pain I've already inflicted, and the pleasure I've given myself.
Soon I'll have some pictures up for you to look at and no doubt jerk off too. It's ok. I can be generous to good and obedient slaves. Just remember that not all gifts come so easily.
You may contact me via email at misgrind@yahoo.com Let me know what your fantasies are and maybe I'll write a story just for you.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
WELCOME SLAVES
Hi and Welcome,
You've been a good little worm and checked out my blog. I'm 19 years old, 5'8", 118lbs, shoulder length blond hair, green eyes and huge, firm, 44DD tits. I'm in excellent physical shape, I have extremely strong legs and I love to bust men's balls. I mean I really love it. I'm getting wet just thinking about what I did to my 44 year old slave last night. His balls still have to be sore and probably the size of plums after the stomping I gave them. There's nothing better than looking at your prey as he lies naked on the floor with legs spread. Anticipation showing on his face, becasue he thinks that he wants this, he thinks it's for him. He's wrong! This is for me. I step down on his nutsac. Lightly at first, but with ever increasing pressure. His whimpers become pleas. Pretty soon I'm doing a full weight ball stand and grinding his ballmeat into the floor and the tool finally fucking gets it. This isn't for his pleasure. It's all about me. His pleas have long since turned to frantic screams, but I don't care. I just continue to grind and grind away.
Check back often as I will be posting my stories and fantasies as well as instructions for you and how you can best serve your new mistress. God I love being a teenage ballbuster.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
You've been a good little worm and checked out my blog. I'm 19 years old, 5'8", 118lbs, shoulder length blond hair, green eyes and huge, firm, 44DD tits. I'm in excellent physical shape, I have extremely strong legs and I love to bust men's balls. I mean I really love it. I'm getting wet just thinking about what I did to my 44 year old slave last night. His balls still have to be sore and probably the size of plums after the stomping I gave them. There's nothing better than looking at your prey as he lies naked on the floor with legs spread. Anticipation showing on his face, becasue he thinks that he wants this, he thinks it's for him. He's wrong! This is for me. I step down on his nutsac. Lightly at first, but with ever increasing pressure. His whimpers become pleas. Pretty soon I'm doing a full weight ball stand and grinding his ballmeat into the floor and the tool finally fucking gets it. This isn't for his pleasure. It's all about me. His pleas have long since turned to frantic screams, but I don't care. I just continue to grind and grind away.
Check back often as I will be posting my stories and fantasies as well as instructions for you and how you can best serve your new mistress. God I love being a teenage ballbuster.
Kicks and Stomps,
Mistress Grind
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