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.