She shook Her head and shrugged Her shoulders: “I’m not sure if you’ve got the balls for this job.” My heart stopped beating for a second, but I was quick to reply: “I’ve got concrete balls, you can build a theme park on them. Believe me; I’m the right man for this job.” She sighed and got up from behind Her desk. So I got up as well, thinking it was all over. I reached out my hand to shake Hers, but She grabbed me by the balls and squeezed. I screamed like a Wiener Sängerknaben and danced up and down in pain. She let go of my balls and pushed me against the wall. “Spread ’em!” I was only halfway the spreading business when the first kick came in with a vengeance. I staggered through the room like a knocked-up boxer, but a second kick was already on its way. Smack dab in the middle! I howled like a wolf and a third devastating kick sent me flying across the room. I crashed down on the floor at Her feet. She looked down on me with contempt: “What did I tell you? No balls.”
Getting smashed in the balls by Maria Sharapova, well, that’s certainly on my all-time favourite list after watching this short clip. Hearing Her speak English is already soooo sexy, let alone if She would demolish my balls in the process. It inspired me to fantasise about the Fembledon Championships. Driving these poor (or lucky) men nuts by ramming tennis balls in their scrotum, how cool would that be! A sort of long-distance ballbusting, also known as tennisball-busting. Service, backhand, forehand and of course our ultimate favourite: the smash. But there’s more to Fembledon than testicle terror. There are all kinds of stands where you can get food & drinks and there are several excellent workshops: Squeezing & Squashing or Domestic Femdom for Beginners for example. And there’s music as well. Smashing Pumpkins, who else.
Good evening Ladies & gentlemen, let’s talk about testicles, shall we? Now, the sack under the penis contains two truffles and the left one hangs slightly lower than the right one. This is to prevent the grenades from knocking against each other when we walk. Otherwise we’d all sound like crippled castrates. It also prevents tweedledee & tweedledum from knocking against each other in the event of impact. Yes, a scrotum is clever dick indeed. That said, there’s a limit to what our jellybeans can take. Some Ladies for example find it highly inspiring to kick us in the groin. A major event of impact, but – according to the theory at least – we shouldn’t feel a thing. Unfortunately that’s not the case. The brutally of the kick makes our knackers rattle like castanets and the two amigos will bounce through our sack like balls in a pinball machine. In short Ladies & gentlemen: a scrotum is designed to take a blow, but is extremely vulnerable in the hands (and feet) of Women in general and ruthless Women in particular.
It’s not sure if Nostradamus used any methods for entering a trance state. Some say he attempted water gazing. That’s a weird hobby when you think about it and he must have been bored out of knickers to try something like that. Still, I drew some inspiration from it, so I’ve been staring at my dick for hours on end. It was quite miraculous really, because I saw glimpses of the Femdom Future. I saw a Slap & Breakfast for example, and a FemdoMotel. I even entered the luxurious Perils Palace Hotel, which had bed-of-nails, bondage beds and vacuum beds. It also had a Ballbusting Ballroom, a Facesitting Floor, a Humiliation Hall, a CBT Corridor, a Punishment Penthouse and even an Enema Elevator. Barred windows everywhere and the roomservice was…..well, rather harsh, I would say. Not to mention the wakeup call.
You’re free to dismiss these dick-visions as fantasies. But let’s not forget that 100 years ago the idea of gender equality was also considered to be a fantasy. And the very thought of putting a man on the moon and a bunch of landrovers on planet Mars was sciencefiction. Things change, and what’s unimaginable today, may well be the reality of tomorrow.
I’m a simple man (which is a pleonasm in itself) and I love the simple things in my submissive life. Whips and ropes are great, but the point-blank perils are equally beautiful: face-slapping, hair-pulling, kneeing etc. You don’t have to buy them, wear them or take them with you; they’re always there and free of charge. It hardly takes any effort and it’s over and done with in a split second. Although the running time on the receiving end is somewhat different of course.
I was at a party once and one of the Ladies thought it was a jolly good idea to do a Bell Ringing Competition. She wasn’t revering to the doorbell though, but to the carillon between our legs. Points could be earned by taking a man down in one fell swoop. There were twelve scrotums in the room that night and round midnight we were all ready to join the National Hunchback Society. There’s more to kneeing than meets the eye, my balls will vouch for that. Because it isn’t about speed or the power of the incoming knee; it’s about hitting the right spot. A fine one makes your legs feel like jelly; you’re trying to be the last man standing, only to find out you’re the first man landing. As we can see in the gallery, even Jennifer Aniston doesn’t shy away from it. And if Hollywood is ready to knee, then it must be the most normal thing in the world.