I had met Sofia a few times since our initial encounter the previous year when I first bought her panties, but our last meeting stood out the most. Over time, we had developed a rapport, discovering numerous shared interests, particularly in the realm of sexual dynamics. I, the submissive, and she, the dominant, and our mutual fondness for ballbusting forged a unique bond between us.
With my imminent move from London to Bristol, I knew this would be my final session with Sofia. We planned an afternoon dedicated to our shared kink at my flat. The moment she arrived, Sofia took control. She ordered me to strip down to my boxers, her commanding presence both thrilling and intimidating. With excitement, she collared me, attaching a chain leash.
"Lie down," she instructed, grabbing her phone to record the events that were about to unfold. I complied, lying on my back on the floor, my erection forming a small but noticeable tent in my boxers.
"Are you going to be good?" she asked, her exotic Spanish accent making the command even more alluring. My legs obediently spread for her, I barely had time to respond with, "Yes, Princess," before her bare foot crashed into my balls, sending waves of pain through me.
I grunted in response, and Sofia whispered, "Good," before delivering another forceful kick. Each strike was captured on her phone, her expression one of intense satisfaction. The pain built with every kick, and instinctively, I covered my balls with my hands.
"Don't put your hands there," Sofia barked, and I quickly moved them aside, spreading my legs again as she commanded. Her next kick was the hardest yet, likely a punishment for my momentary defiance. She pushed her foot down on my balls again, murmuring, "Good boy, good boy."
Putting her phone down, Sofia placed a hand on each of my knees, spreading them further apart. She stepped over me and spat in my face, a degrading gesture that heightened my arousal. Grabbing my balls through my boxers, she squeezed, the pain making me writhe.
"You're lucky to serve me," she taunted, her grip tightening. She slapped my face, not too hard but enough to remind me of my place. Then, with both hands on my erection, she squeezed hard, her words dripping with intent, "I'm going to stroke your cock hard." But there was little stroking, just relentless pulling and squeezing, followed by another series of brutal kicks to my balls.
Moving to the side, Sofia swung her foot back, striking my groin with the hard ball of her heel repeatedly. "This is what happens to boys like you," she declared. "You have to learn, and your owner must teach you." She spat in my face again, her hand gripping my cock once more.
"On your knees," she ordered, and I quickly complied, kneeling before her. "Kiss my feet," she commanded, and I obeyed, placing gentle kisses on her dainty feet, the same feet that had caused me so much pain.
Satisfied, Sofia said, "Now sniff me," directing me to her legs. I sniffed my way up to her knees, my nose brushing against the denim of her tight dark blue jeans. She pulled me closer with the chain, my face nearing her crotch. "Recognise your owner's scent," she said, pushing my nose against her denim-covered pussy.
Pushing me away briefly, she spat in my face again, abruptly slapped my face, and without giving me any time to recover kicked me hard in the balls, then allowed me to continue inhaling her scent.
Sofia repeated this combination of moves again and again. A degrading mouthful of spit to my face, followed by the sting of her palm against my cheek, combined with the ache of her foot slamming into my balls. Each spittle, slap, and kick was a degrading, yet arousing cycle of pain and submission. My face was wet, my cheeks red, and my balls ached with each kick.
Despite the instinct to protect myself, I kept my hands away as ordered, responding, "Yes, Princess," to her demands. Her kicks were relentless, each one driving me to the edge of my endurance. Sofia knelt before me, squeezing my balls and looking directly into my eyes. "Are you going to take it for me?" she asked.
"Yes, Princess," I replied, the pain and pleasure intertwining. She squeezed harder, "You will do whatever I want, right?" I agreed, her control over me complete.
Sofia stood and delivered several more kicks to my balls. I moaned and groaned in agony, but when she asked if I was going to cry, I resolutely replied, "No, Princess."
Looking down with a glint of anticipation in her eyes, Sofia asked, "What are you going to do for your mistress?" I gazed up at her, my voice laden with desire, "Please can I make you cum, Princess?" She responded with a slight smirk, "And how are you going to do that?" My reply was swift, "By worshipping your pussy, Princess."
"If you don't make me cum," she said, her Spanish accent wrapping around the words, "I'm going to treat you really bad." Then, with deliberate slowness, she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to reveal her cute pink and white panties. Her shapely legs emerged, each movement drawing my eyes.
Her panty-clad pussy hovered inches from my face, teasingly close. Unable to suppress a hungry moan, I watched as she sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. Sofia lay back, and though her body language was an invitation, I knew better than to touch her without permission. Instead, I pressed my face against her hot pussy, inhaling deeply, savouring the intoxicating scent of her arousal through the thin fabric.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed between her parted legs, I continued to sniff Sofia's pussy, rubbing my nose against her panties. The scent was maddeningly tantalising. For a few minutes, I immersed myself in her aroma, feeling the tension of the chain pulling against my collar as Sofia held it tightly, keeping me exactly where she wanted me.
"Is my slave enjoying my smell?" she asked after a couple of minutes. I nodded, my face buried in her warmth. Sofia's voice was teasing, "It tastes even better." She kept me in this state for another minute before she reached down and pulled her panties aside, granting me access. "Thank you, Princess," I breathed, kissing her wet slit.
I licked her up and down, tasting her arousal on my tongue. She moaned softly, "Good boy." My tongue explored her depths, lapping up her juices, her sighs and moans encouraging me. Finding her clit, I flicked my tongue over it gently.
"You have to drink all my juices," she commanded. I moaned in response, sucking her clit between my lips and flicking my tongue over it vigorously. "Mmmm, good," she murmured, her pleasure evident.
Focusing on her clit, I continued to lick as she lifted a leg onto my shoulder, pushing my head harder against her smooth, shaved pussy. My tongue thrust deeper inside her, moving up and down through her wetness. She placed her hands on either side of my head, holding me firmly between her legs.
With one leg hanging off the bed, Sofia skilfully slipped her foot between my legs and began to tap my balls with her toes. Despite her position, she applied as much pressure as she could, making me moan into her cunt as my tongue worked frantically.
Her breathing quickened, tugging on the chain around my neck as she moaned, "Oh, that is nice." She moved her foot from between my legs and placed it on my other shoulder, now having both feet resting on my shoulders. Sofia writhed in response to my tongue, her movements becoming more urgent.
I flicked my tongue faster, but more firmly over Sofia's clit, keeping it wet and slippery as my saliva mixed with her sweet juices. "Oh, so nice," she gasped, grinding against my face. Her panties, still pulled to the side, allowed me full access to her smooth pussy, the fabric disappearing into the crack of her round, shapely ass.
Sofia's moaning and writhing intensified, making it difficult to maintain contact with her clit. I flattened my tongue, letting her grind against it, her movements increasingly frantic. Her pleasure was building, her body tensing as she approached climax. The taste, the smell, the sounds of her arousal – all of it drove me to worship her even more fervently.
It was more than ten minutes later when Sofia's thrusting began to slow. She commanded, "I want you to lie down on the bed." I reluctantly pulled away from her, listening intently as she continued, "I'm going to put my pussy on your face and punch your balls."
Without hesitation, I moved to the bed, eagerly shedding my boxer shorts as I lay down. Sofia straddled my head, lowering her wet cunt onto my mouth, my nose nestled between her firm ass cheeks. Her body, both a prison and a paradise, held me firmly in place, granting her unrestricted access to my vulnerable balls.
With both hands, I gently grasped her ass, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my fingers. Sofia tightened her grip around my balls and ordered, "Lick me." Despite the discomfort from her tight hold, I obeyed, my tongue eagerly exploring her folds. After a few seconds, she readjusted, her hand now wrapping around my cock. "Are you hard for your mistress?" she asked, giving it a squeeze. From beneath her, I managed to respond, "Yes, Princess."
To my surprise, she began to stroke my erection, spitting on it several times for lubrication. I moved my hips to meet her motion, feeling the pleasure build until her hand vanished, only to return to my balls with a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan from deep within me.
Sofia continued this tantalising rhythm, alternating between stroking my cock and slapping my balls. Each time her hand returned to my shaft, she spat on it, ensuring it was wet and slippery. Her thumb rubbed the moisture over the swollen head before her fist resumed its relentless pumping. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.
As her hand worked its magic, I could feel myself getting close. Unsure if Sofia would allow me to cum, especially before her, I moaned through a mouthful of her pussy, "I'm going to cum."
Sofia, now grinding harder against my face, responded, "Me too." Her grip on my cock tightened, her strokes becoming faster and more intense. "Cum for your mistress," she commanded, ruthlessly pumping my shaft.
Her moans grew louder as she rode my face, her wet pussy soaking my skin. My cock twitched, my balls tightened, and Sofia's moans reached a crescendo. Her body tensed, she let out a high-pitched cry, and for a moment, she froze, her pussy pressing firmly against my face as she climaxed.
Sofia's body arched, her thighs clenching around my head as she came. Her juices flowed, and I eagerly lapped them up, fulfilling her command to drink all her juices. Her moans filled the room, her pleasure evident in every sound, every movement. I kept my tongue on her clit, prolonging her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of her ecstasy.
As her orgasm subsided and her breathing began to slow, she continued to stroke my erection, milking every drop of pleasure from me. Seconds later, I came, my orgasm rippling through me, sending jets of cum landing on my stomach. Sofia expertly continued to milk me gently, ensuring not to overstimulate. She gave my balls one last squeeze before saying, "Clean me with your tongue."
I complied, my tongue gently lapping at every part of her pussy, savouring the remnants of her orgasm. My spent cock went limp as I meticulously cleaned her, Sofia slumping over onto my stomach, her body finally relaxing.
Eventually, Sofia climbed off me, detaching the chain from my collar. I lay there, panting and soaked, my senses still reeling from the intense session. But Sofia wasn't done with me yet.
"Put a towel on the floor," she instructed. I quickly complied, spreading the towel and lying down on my back with my head on it. Sofia straddled my head once more, her powerful presence filling my view. "Open your mouth," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.
As soon as my mouth opened, Sofia began to pee. Her hot piss flowed into my waiting mouth, the stream fast and forceful. I struggled to keep up, swallowing as quickly as I could, but soon it was too much. I turned my head to the side to escape the torrent, but Sofia stopped, not wanting to waste any of her pee.
She laughed as I gasped for air, recovering from the overwhelming flow. "Again, open," she giggled. I braced myself, opening my mouth once more. "I'll try to do it slowly," she said, and this time a trickle of her piss dribbled into my mouth. I swallowed it down, raising my chin to cover her pussy with my mouth to capture her flow more effectively.
"Good," she whispered as I swallowed another mouthful of her pee. She continued to release delicate squirts, each one filling my mouth as I eagerly swallowed it all. My cock was hard again, and I reached for it, stroking myself as Sofia's warm stream continued to fill my mouth.
I barely spilled another drop, focused on the task of pleasing her. Eventually, her stream ceased, and she sounded pleased. "You drank all of it," she noted, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
Despite my renewed arousal and the stroking of my cock, Sofia hadn't given me the chance to cum again, and it was clear she wouldn't. She stood over me, a satisfied smirk on her face, having thoroughly dominated and fulfilled her desires, leaving me in a state of aching submission and unfulfilled longing.
Our encounter ended with Sofia locking me inside one of my chastity cages, a device she insisted I wear for the remainder of the day. Once securely locked, Sofia giggled at my predicament, then whispered, "Let me see." She examined my little cock, now tightly confined in the transparent plastic device. "Good, keep it like that," she said, satisfaction evident in her voice.
She then inspected my balls, which hung out of the bottom of the cage. They were purply-red, swollen, and already aching from Sofia's earlier abuse. She grabbed them and squeezed. With the chastity cage on, the pain was excruciating, almost unbearable on my already squashed and constricted balls.
Standing in front of her, I went weak at the knees, but couldn't drop as my balls were trapped in Sofia's unrelenting grip. She clamped a thumb and a forefinger around each of my balls and squeezed harder. I cried out in pain, but Sofia just laughed and asked, "It's painful, right?" I managed to tell her how it hurt even more with the chastity device on, but she showed no mercy, grabbing my balls with her full palm and squeezing again.
The intense treatment caused me to get hard once more, which resulted in the cage pulling even tighter against my balls, further intensifying the pain. I eventually fell to my knees, collapsing against Sofia's legs. Desperate to avoid more pain, I kissed her soft, naked thighs as I sat on the bedroom floor in front of her. But this distraction didn't work for long. Sofia placed her toes on my balls, standing on them and pushing them against the carpeted floor.
I moaned in pain again, and Sofia pushed my head away from her. She ground her foot against my balls, then dug her toenails into the aching orbs as I whined and tried to escape. She then knelt down in front of me, took my balls in her hand, and whispered, "It's the last one." She tightened her grip, but I wriggled free. She grabbed my caged cock and balled me back. "Wait," she snapped, reiterating, "It's the last one."
True to her word, she squeezed my balls one final time, but it was a hard, unforgiving squeeze. She only let go when I eventually managed to pull myself away, my body trembling from the intense mixture of pain and submission.
Sofia stood up, looking down at me with a satisfied smile. "Good boy," she said softly. She left me there, still panting and throbbing from the ordeal, my cock locked away and my balls aching. As she walked out of the room, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of fulfilment, knowing I had served my mistress to the best of my abilities.
