The weekend was here. The working week was over, at least for me. Unfortunately for Jade, she had to work today. I shook off the vestiges of sleep and opened my eye, I instantly became aware of the distinctive scent of Jade's dominance from the previous night. I started the day by taking a shower to washing off the physical remnants of the evening, but the memory of Jade's warm piss raining down on me was already ingrained in my memory.
Once I was refreshed and clean, it was time to begin the now familiar take of making breakfast for my mistress, a task that always seemed to bring a certain level of fulfilment to my submissive role. Having been called into the bedroom, I knelt at the end of the bed listening to her breakfast order.
I couldn't help smile at her, as she told me, "I want beans. Not just baked beans, Heinz beans with chopped up onion and hot pepper sauce in it." Jade was particular about her meals, and I found her precise requests to be rather endearing.
As Jade set off for work, I had time to reflect on our week together. The one thing I was expecting to endure but hadn't yet, was a good ballbusting session. Jade was yet to kick me in the ball. I decided to send her a cheeky message, questioning whether I'd escape the week unscathed or if she'd leave me with a parting gift. I wrote, "I'm surprised I've managed to spend a week with you and have escaped a week of you without having aching balls to remember you by. Remember, they are your's to do with as you wish should you want to."
Perhaps, it was an odd thing to crave, but it was all part of our dynamic. Although, what shouldn't be part of the dynamic was me asking for or even hinting for her time and attention. Jade replied, "it's important you understand this week wasn't about you, I needed a place to stay. It wasn't just for fun, otherwise I would have dealt with you differently this week."
Later in the afternoon, Jade messaged me to say "I'm staying another night, because I start early tomorrow it's just easier for me." This wasn't a problem, I had told Jade she could stay until Sunday, it just meant I'd have to stop off and get her some dinner. She opted for a spicy chicken pizza. I was cautious while preparing and serving her food, remembering the previous night and careful to address her as "Miss J" and only speaking when spoken to.
When she was ready for bed, she called for me. I knew the drill, the crawling, the kneeling. This was a game of power, one I willingly played, but I should be careful what I wish for. Jade had taken notice of my comments about making my balls ache that I'd made earlier in the day, and did not want to disappoint.
Once I reached the top of the stairs, Jade’s voice was sharp, commanding me to turn around and spread my legs. There was a certain authority in her tone, a dark promise of what was to come. I obeyed, the fear and anticipation intermingling in my chest, making my heartbeat quicken.
Without any warning, she delivered two firm kicks to my balls. The pain was immediate and intense, causing me to crumple onto the ground. It felt as if a hot rod of steel had been thrust into my core, rendering me breathless. I tried to suppress the gasp that escaped my lips, but it was futile. My body convulsed involuntarily, reeling from the shock of her assault.
Her voice rang out again, breaking through the haze of pain. "Isn't this what you asked for?" she questioned, almost mockingly. I was sprawled on the floor, clutching my aching groin. I managed a strained "yes Miss J" in response, although it came out as more of an inaudible wheeze. She was quick to retort, "Well?", to which I repeated my affirmation, this time a bit clearer.
With the pain still reverberating through my body, I forced myself back onto my feet. This was a part of our play, a test of my resilience. However, she was not done with me yet. The moment I had regained my balance, she delivered a rapid succession of kicks, causing me to crumble once again onto the floor.
Then, her command came again, telling me to open my legs. As I complied, she began to toy with me using her foot. She ran her toes over my balls, applying gentle pressure that seemed to play on the edge of pleasure and pain. Then she lightly stroked the length of my cock. Just when I was getting lost in the sensations, she abruptly kicked me hard. The shock of pain jolted through me, and I collapsed again.
Despite the discomfort, her voice reached me, ordering me to get back up. This time, she took a different approach, sitting on my back. Her weight pressing down on me served as a reminder of her dominance. "Isn't this what you asked for?" she repeated, her words a mix of assertion and query.
She then proceeded to touch my balls again, her fingers probing and squeezing with a sadistic precision. I could feel her taking hold of my cock, the sensation contrasting with the pain still pulsating in my balls. Unexpectedly, she punched me in the balls, followed by a hard slap. Each touch, each tap, sent a fresh wave of pain coursing through me. The repeated slaps, seemingly lighter but no less painful, kept my senses on edge.
By now, my balls were throbbing, the ache from the repeated assaults lingering. However, she wasn't finished. Getting off me, she kicked me once again. Overwhelmed by the pain, I instinctively grabbed myself, my hands shielding the now ultra-sensitive area. Her response was swift, "move your hands or you'll only make it worse," she ordered while delivering additional kicks at my protective hands. Her words were sharp, a warning that resistance would only intensify the pain.
Despite the agony, I followed her command, letting my hands fall away. Seizing the opportunity, she delivered two more kicks. The intense pain made me clutch my balls as I fell to the floor once again. Her final words for the night rang out, "I don't have time for this, it's late." With that, she retreated to my bedroom, the sound of the closing doors echoing in my ears.
I had gotten exactly what I had hoped, pain as a reminder of her. She toyed with me, testing my tolerance, pushing my boundaries. I suspected that she had been kicking me harder than she ever had done before, the pain was almost unbearable, but the satisfaction of submitting to her was exhilarating.
Left alone, I lay on the floor for a few minutes, my body trembling from the onslaught of pain. Gradually, I managed to pull myself together, making my way downstairs to recover and replay the brutal event in my head. Of course, my cock had been hard throughout and I was desperate to find physical release. I messaged Jade, who by this point was hidden away behind my closed bedroom door, and said, "Miss J, I haven't cum since Thursday would it be alright if I wank please?" Her reply was swift and to the point, "yes, go on." With Jade's consent, I indulged and came hard, my mind filled with thoughts of the scene she had orchestrated.
Later, as midnight approached, Jade called for upstairs and instructed me to lie at the foot of the bed. As I took my place, she threw me a pillow. In the darkness, Jade asked, "how are your balls?" I told her, "they ache, they normally do for about a day after you've kicked them."
Her question about the state of my balls seemed to confirm my hunch that she might have kicked me harder than before tonight. I was curious to know for sure ands asked, "did you kick me harder this time?" Jade replied, "don't ask me questions, you can talk when I want you to."
She followed this up with another question, "what did you think about when you were wanking?" I told her, "you, Miss J." She wanted to know more, "what about me?" I explained, "about what you just did to me, I replayed it in my head. I always cum so hard when I think about you."
After about 45 minutes spent on the floor keeping Jade company, she dismissed me. But sleep didn't come easily, my rest was disturbed when Jade called me back to her side after she heard noises that were keeping her awake. She told me to "lie on the floor and be quiet." I woke up in this same position, cold and uncomfortable at 6:30. I came down stairs to retreated to the relative comfort that my own bed in the living room offered to steal a few more hours of sleep before my alarm rudely awoke me.
