(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories) While my domination phone sex caller was pounding his cock towards a second orgasm, I stood there silently, taking a moment to look at what I had done. The only sound in the room was the ragged breathing of the bondage slave who was bound before me… and the whispered noises of the caller through the speaker phone.
 
Part VII
 
My slave's head hung down on his chest, and his body was covered in sweat… the rope at his wrists had dug in deeply… marks that would last sometime - the telltale sign of the bondage slave. I reached out one leather gloved hand to caress his face, lifting it slightly as I did. Not out of sympathy or compassion, but the want to touch such a lovely display of suffering.
 
I then moved closer to him again, pressing my body up against his as my hands slid down between his legs… my touch still gentle and soft. My face moved to his neck and cheek, letting my lips, nose and tongue touch him - I wanted to breathe and taste his pain… to enjoy his cruel femdom torture through every sense possible. I gently removed the clamps from his abused nipples… making soft, soothing sounds while my hands caressed what only moments before they had so sought to hurt. Then I ran my fingers along his back… smiling as they traveled the crisscrossing pattern of long welts my whip had created… finally down to his ass, which I took a firm hold of.
 
And then with no warning at all, I bought my knee up very hard into his balls. Pressed up against him as I was, I heard and felt all that was his reaction to this sudden ballbusting move, and it was fantastic. So I did it immediately a second time… and then a third and fourth… savagely, my teeth clenched and grunting as I put as much force behind each ballbusting attack as I could… my hands holding his ass firming in place, both bracing my movement and preventing his. Then I held my knee there… grinding the leather of my thigh high boot into his cock and balls, pushing it all back up inside of him.
 
The first ballbusting knee to his groin had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him hanging there by his wrists, his body up against mine. I think at that moment the rope bondage was the only thing preventing him from falling to the floor. By the last of the quick series of ballbusting strikes, his legs had given out completely and I was enjoying his weight against me… the satisfaction of having caused his collapse made me suddenly much more wet than I already was.
 

 
With my knee pressed firmly into his groin, his cock and balls were crushed between the leather of my thigh high boot and the weight of his own body. I let him ride my knee like that, working it back and forth, grinding up into him, while I started to speak again, breaking the long silence for the benefit of my domination phone sex caller who was "peeping" in on our bondage sex through the speaker phone.
 
As horrible as ballbusting, and for that matter, a lovely groinkick, might sound, the effect such cruel femdom attention had on my bondage sex slave was just too much for him. After less than a couple of minutes of my knee rubbing against his cock, and my body pressing so close against him, his tortured balls gave up everything that was in them, pouring out a thick orgasm all over my leg. The white of his cum contrasted sharply with the black leather of my thigh high boots… and again with that of my gloves as I collected it and fed it to him. Cum swallowing was something he had never done before, but as always, this bondage slave obeyed nicely.
 
After I had fed him, I moved away to finish cleaning off my boots. I wasn't mad that he had cum without permission… in the state he was in, especially after those solid ballbusting shots, I doubt he could even think that clearly, and I had expected it to happen anyway. But still, he made a mess on my boots, and femdom punishment was naturally required.
 
Tied as he was, with his legs pulled apart, his groin was an all too easy target. Turning back towards him I took three quick steps and brought my foot up as hard as I could between his legs… a full force groinkick that brought a terrible, twisted eruption of sound from his throat. Then I slowly walked behind him, letting the heels of my boots make sharp, ominous noises on the floor as I did. And then I gave him another full groinkick from behind, followed by a hard kick in his ass, the tip of my boot targeting his asshole. I wanted to drive it in, but that pleasure was for my strapon alone. My boots would remain focused only on the femdom ballbusting they were made for.
 
For the next ten minutes I circled him that way… slowly moving around in those cruel thigh high boots… letting long moments pass between sudden stops to kick him again. My domination phone sex caller sounded almost as if he was going to have a heart attack when he had his second orgasm. I ignored him… I was too busy stroking my own thick rubber cock (continued - femdom stories).
 
Domina Amanda
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1. billly, July 18, 2008:

   This is amazing. Thank you, Domina Amanda for taking the time to share this story with us, it just keeps getting better with every part. Ballbusting is too heavy for me, but hearing you talk about what you did is so hot its turning me on anyway. That and I love thigh high boots. What a brutally cruel femdom experience, and it sends chills down my spine reading how much you love it.