Giving My Creepy Boyfriend A Ball Busting Lesson

Description: i come storming in, wearing a spaghetti-strap summer mini-dress, with a very high leg slit, and a pair of gold high heel wedges adorned with buckles. i immediately start berating you for ruining my special event tonight. "you were interrupting my speech while i was on stage." i assert, "you then were interrupting me with the investors i spoke to afterwards. not to mention, you were groping and making lewd comments to my friends!". you promptly start to deny doing any of this, but i interrupt, "no! nah ah! one of my friends recorded all of it, this time. yeah! this time! they've told me about this behavior before, but i never saw any proof, so i didn't believe them. i've watched that video they recorded, and it's disgusting!". feeling my anger bubbling over at your inappropriate incompetence, i fiercely exclaim, "you are full of excuses and i've had it!" and i stomp up to you to kick you in the nuts so hard, it causes you to go nighty-night.   a little while later, you're slowly coming to with me standing over you and patiently waiting. you quickly learn that you can't move or talk. i reveal that i've stuffed my dirtiest pair of panties in your mouth and then secured them inside. i also describe what you're noticing for yourself, that i've tied you in an upright, spread-legged position. getting right down to business, i inform you that it's time for some long overdue punishment, which i will deliver directly to your balls and face! you wonder at what that might mean, when you notice that i take some sort of stance, set my back foot firmly on the ground, and kick you right in the balls, which reveals a pair of white satin panties under the dress. your vision explodes with stars, but soon learn that that wasn't going to be it. i start expertly kicking you in both your testicles and your face, but to your dismay, i mainly focus on your balls.   you can only make pathetic weak noises at my relentless ball busting, which i mock and call you names for. i laugh about how you sound like a squealy little pig, and evilly tease, "c'mon, squeal for me, you little bitch!" before administering another flurry of kicks. i remark on how the gold buckles on my shoes must hurt extra bad, before laughing wickedly at your little predicament. at least each kick gives a glimpse of those white satin panties you love so much. this will probably be your last time to get to see them. my fury interrupts your thoughts of undies. "once i've conked you out again", i gush, "i'll leave you outside naked. then, you can come back in a day or two and you'll find all of your belongings in the trash!"   not able to hold on to consciousness any longer, my next storm of kicks seals the deal. i quickly notice you're in dream land, which understandably upsets me a little bit. but just to be sure, i give several final kicks from each leg, chuckle black-heartedly, and walk off to find myself a new boyfriend.