Saturday, March 5, 2016

(f/Mmm) The Powder of Submission - NEW!

So, I've been sitting on this story for, oh, about nine years. And the reason why it's been so long in the making is that I wasn't sure if it would be popular and accepted. For two reasons: 1. it takes five pages before the action starts, and 2. it's essentially bisexual ballbusting, and I wasn't sure if anyone would like that (except by those of you who ARE bisexual). At any rate I've finally decided to finish it, so here it is! For your convenience I've marked (in red text) where the action starts in case you don't want to bother with the introduction.
The Powder of Submission
Crystal was weighed down with her four light shopping bags, but decided to visit one last boutique on Rodeo Drive before going home. All the sales staff knew her here of course, and she could always count in getting good service. A latté to moisten her soft-pink lips, a complimentary bag of cosmetics, and if she felt she needed it, a wonderful foot massage to ease the burden of a hard day of shopping. While relaxing in a plush leather chair, the sales girl would always gush over whatever outfit she wore that day, and compliment her excellent fashion sense, right down to her ruffled socks and $5000 Guess sneakers.
Crystal opened the door to receive a cool blast of conditioned air. The young blond sales clerk stopped what she was doing and came over and kissed both of Crystal’s cheeks.
“Oh. Another winning combination, Miss Lacy. Chanel skirt with a D&G pleated blouse is perfect. And that cardigan shows off the Tiffany broach to a marvel.”
Crystal preened. “I know. Isn’t it gorgeous? And look at these,“ tipping her head to one side, “Mikimoto diamante and pearl earrings. Made personally, just for me, of course.” Crystal smirked while she let the girl ooh and ahh over her good fortune.
“So,” said Crystal, “what’s new today? Has the McQueen spring line come in yet?”
“Oh, well. I’m sorry, no it hasn’t,” frowned the clerk. But then she brightened. “But . . . Mrs. Vanders did ask me to tell you she had something special for you, next time you came in. I can go and get her. Wait here!” The clerk tottered off into the back of the store, her heels clacking loudly on the marble floor.
Crystal pondered this sudden turn of events. Mrs. Vanders was the owner of the boutique, and only ever came out to greet the richest of the rich, and usually the older, more distinguished women. Crystal had only seen her on one or two occasions. ‘Hmmm,’ thought Crystal, ‘She must have something really special for me.’
After a few seconds, the elegant and beautiful Mrs. Vanders came out. She had platinum blond hair in long waives that perfectly framed her face, and wore a curvaceous, low-cut red dress that perfectly framed her ageless body. The proprietress gave a distant greeting, and then gave the young girl an appraising look, arms folded over her chest and one eyebrow arched.
“You’ve been an excellent patron of our little store,” she said, finally, in a slow, sultry voice. “I’ve seen you many times. Everything you’ve purchased has been chic and expensive. You obviously appreciate only the best, and that’s a valuable trait. It’s what I like to see in my clientele, and I think it’s time you were offered a bit of what this store is really all about.”
Crystal cocked her head in confusion. “Like, what do you mean?”
A small smile twitched in the side of the matron’s mouth. “I think you should save your questions ‘till we are alone. Follow me.” The woman turned smoothly, and her tight knee high dress shifted over her body as she walked with perfect precision into the back office. Crystal followed, and Mrs. Vanders closed the door behind them.
“Have a seat,” she said to Crystal, then took one herself, across from the girl. She assessed the young girl before her, and then stopped to look fully into Crystal’s eyes. “Do you fully understand what it means to be rich?”
Crystal remained still and silent, not knowing how to respond. Then she said, “Of course. I means that I don’t have to do any cleaning or go to a crappy school.”
Mrs. Vander’s eye’s narrowed. “No, my dear. Being rich means that you can have anything you want. Anything. Lesser people will say that fulfilling your desires, and any wish you have is a fantasy. Genies in bottles and the digital magic of Hollywood. But for those with true wealth, the kind if wealth you have access too, anything is possible. Do you understand me, anything.” The beautiful blond bombshell’s eyes had a wicked gleam to them as she said this.
Crystal cocked her head, incredulous. “What do you mean anything. I’ve been to hundreds of stores, all over the world. I can buy anything I want. What could you have that they don’t?”
Mrs. Vanders frowned elegantly at the insult. Then, she reached under her desk and pressed what must have been a concealed button. The wall behind her slid aside, revealing a series of smooth metal shelves, illuminated with concealed lightning, and filled with cut glass vials that glowed like diamonds. Each bottle was a work of art, and each contained a liquid or powered of a different hue.
“What are those?” asked Crystal, now curious.
“What are these?” said the older woman mockingly, as she got up to go stand by them. “These my dear are some of the most powerful substances ever created. Each one a work of chemical art. Each one capable of extreme power. Each one virtually priceless in its rarity. These are the elixirs of youth, of power, and of total control, and which only the most privileged women can have access too. I think,” and here she paused to gaze down at Crystal and assess her again, “that you are ready to join them.”
“No way!” said Crystal. She got up and walked to the cabinet to look at the bottles. “Are you saying these things are, like . . . like magical potions? What do they do?” She reached out to touch one, but her hand was stopped short.
“I didn’t say you were ready for all of them, my dear, just this one. Sit down.” Mrs. Vanders removed a bottle of peach colored dust from the shelf and set it down, not in front of Crystal, but herself.
“In front of me is something I think you’ll enjoy. It’s something every woman wished she could have, at some time or another. It’s called the Powder of Submission, and it makes any male who eats it your utter, and complete slave. One teaspoon of this powdered miracle will cause any man to re-arrange his entire existence to suite you and doing anything you desire, but have no memory of what happens during that time. The effect only lasts for 24 hours, but oh, what a time you can have.” Mrs. Vanders smiled at Crystal. “Tell me, my dear, isn’t’ there anything you would like to do to a man that would require such persuasion? Anything you’d like that they would never willingly submit to?”
Crystal slowly grocked the potential of such a substance, and then nodded slowly, then faster and faster. The older lady’s smile turned conspiratorial and she leaned forward. “Tell me. With this in your hands, would you make a man do for you?”
Crystal gushed enthusiastically with the first thing that popped into her head. “Well, I saw this one movie, like, once, and, like, oh my god, this blond chic totally nailed the Terminator guy, I think he’s like Governor, or something, in the nads, like over and over. You should have totally heard the crunching noise Arnold’s balls made when that girl hit them. It was way awesome,” she said breathlessly.
“I’d so totally love to do that to my boyfriend and stuff. All the guys I know, really. They’re all such jerks,” said Crystal petulantly.
Mrs. Vanders leaned back and absentmindedly brushed a invisible spec off her red skirt. “Is that that all? I mean just a few hits?” She gazed at Crystal thoughtfully and then leaned forwards again.
“I don’t think you understand the power of what I’m offering you, Miss. Lacy.  If subduing men is what you enjoy, with one command, you could have every male you know down on his knees waiting for you to crack his manhood like a lobster shell. Just imagine the noise a well place kick would make, or better yet, when you pop one.  Oh yes, didn’t you know? Men’s testicles are incredibly delicate, and I’m sure even that dainty little foot of yours could burst their nuts like ripe grapes. If emasculating a man is what you find fun, imagine them offering up their ‘manhood’ too you, and then having them cleaning up the mess afterwards so you could go out and have a facial. They wouldn’t remember any of it, and you could even pretend that they did it to themselves. It would be, shall we say, the perfect crime.”
“Are you saying,” said Crystal, as she slowly caught on, ”that I could make Ron and my dad and my dip-wad brother let me do anything to them, and do anything I say? And not remember it at all?” Crystal’s eyes went wide with enthusiasm. “Oh my god, that’s totally awesome.” A thousand forms of humiliation flashed through her head. The possibilities were endless.
 And then suddenly, her expression turned shrewd. “How much will this ‘man-control’ cost me?”
Mrs. Vanders smiled slightly, and then took out a small lavender card, made of stiff, expensive paper and wrote down something with a black S.T. Dupont pen, its gold plaited nib scratching loudly in the silence. She passed the card over to Crystal.
Crystal could barely keep from sucking in her breath. She was used to throwing down thousands of dollars in a single purchase, but this was something else entirely. The figure had an awful lot of zeros. Still, as she considered the powder and its powers, this would not only give her something to brag about to her girlfriends at school, but it would give her an opportunity to get revenge on her irritating brother and her horny boyfriend. And, what the heck, even let her bust the two balls that helped make her. All those zeros’ were actually starting to seem like a bargain.
“Do you accept checks?” She asked brightly.
The proprietress smiled wryly. “Of course.”
A half-hour later Crystal was back at home, the limo driver having dropped her off before going to collect Ron, her boyfriend, and that reject of a brother Eric from the skateboard park where they were practicing like delinquents. David, her father, was in the atrium on a chaise longue sipping on a mohito and working away on his laptop. David, like many people in Hollywood was a movie producer, and also like many people in Hollywood he had a flawless body – toned, tanned and trim. He wasn’t bulky, but smooth and muscular, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and wore vintage gold wire rimmed glasses. Today he had his shirt off and was only wearing some khakis and some white socks. As Crystal came in she noticed that his pants set off his bulge to nice affect and she couldn’t wait to take control of what lay beneath them.
“Hi dad,” she said, walking over to him, and then leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
David looked up, “Have a nice day shopping?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh yeah. I found some things you wouldn’t believe.” Crystal walked up the marble staircase to her room and put away the cloths she’d bought and then spent some time deciding on an appropriate outfit for busting testicles. Something girly and pink should do nicely. She undressed and then slipped into a Nina Ricci dress, put on some soft pink cashmere socks and finally some nice pink heeled Blahniks with little bows at the toe. She re-did her makeup to match the pink tones of her outfit, plumped up her pert breasts, and gave herself a manicure, pink of course. Just about the time she’d finished she heard the two boys come through the front door, talking loudly as they always did. Crystal went over to the bag containing the powder, slipped it into her cleavage, and walked down stairs to make her “menfolk” something nice and soothing to drink.
“That three-sixty was KILLER,” said Ron.
“Yeah, did you see the way I edged off the side wall?” said Eric.
“Totally. You’re like a god, or something. Next time you’ll show me how to do that,” remarked Ron
The two teens were gabbing in the hallway. Ron, Crystal’s boyfriend, had dark brown hair, a decent body, and clear tan skin. Eric was somewhat shorter than Ron, had sandy brown hair like his father, and was in a scruffy outfit, suitable for skateboarding. You’d never guess that his father was a billionaire.
Crystal stopped in front of them. “You two totally look like you could use something to drink. I was on my way to fix myself a Coke Zero, care for something?”
“Thanks, hon,” said Ron. “I’ll have one too.”
“Like get me a soda now, woman!” commanded Eric, snapping his fingers. Crystal stuck her  cute little pink tongue out at him. He returned the gesture. Crystal kissed Ron on the cheek, pivoted on her heel and walked away. Crystal decided she was going to humiliate and punish Eric the most, the little brat.
“Dad, can I freshen your drink?” she said loudly.
“Sure, honey, if you wouldn’t mind. There’s a pitcher in the fridge.”
Several minutes later Crystal returned, the little vial between her breasts now empty. “Here you go, dad.” She watched him take a long, sustain drink.
“Thanks,” he said, never looking up from his monitor.
Then she walked into the living room where the two boys had settled down into an Xbox 360 game. She set the drinks down in front of them. Both boys grabbed their soda’s and guzzled them down. Crystal smiled to herself. Mrs. Vanders had said it would take 15 minutes for the powder to take effect, so all she had to do now was wait. In the mean time she would make a call to her aunt Teresa. Teresa was a plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills, and wealthy in her own right. She was also a man-hating, ballbusting lesbian, and Crystal had no doubts that she’d be only too happy to come and fix up three men once Crystal was done with them. Crystal also had time to set up the video camera so that she could blackmail her brother with the footage.
Crystal looked down at her pink Versace watch. The fifteen minutes was up. She walked into the living room. Both boys were playing their game. Now it was time to see if all those zero’s she'd paid would pay off.
“So boys, how you feeling?”
“Fine,” they both said. The were both wrapped up in their game, but their voices had a slight "zombie" quality to them, like they weren't all there. Crystal decided to test her video camera first with some old fashioned humiliation. She turned it on and said to Eric, "Eric, tell me how much you love to suck cock and balls."
To her surprise, Eric dropped his controller and turned to face her.
"I LOVE to suck cock and balls," said Eric in a completely deadpan voice.
"OK," said Crystal, "Tell Ron how much you want to suck HIS cock and balls."
Eric reached over to his friend, who was still playing, and rubbed his basket. "I want to suck your cock and balls, Ron," said Eric in a seductive voice.
"Ron," said Crystal, "Let Eric play with your nuts and cock."
"OK." he said simply. He dropped his controller too and unzipped his fly. As usual the horndog wasn't wearing underwear, and with gentleness Eric reached into Ron's pants and pulled out the boy's equipment. Then, as Crystal zoomed in with her camera so she could film the action, Eric leaned over and began to gently lick and suck on Ron's cock. Naturally, it began to harden.
"Take it all in, Eric," said Crystal. "I want to see you deepthroat that thing."
"Mmmmhmmm," said Eric. He began to give Ron head, and Ron moaned. Crystal had seen his dong plenty of times, but never this big and engorged. It was as big as a dick could possibly be, and Crystal suspected it was the Powder's effect.
"Eric, squeeze his balls too, like you're trying to pop them."
"Mphttthh," he replied, his mouth filled with man-meat.
"Awww FUCK, my nuts," moaned Ron as Eric began to squeeze one nut in each of his hands.
"Do you like that, Ron?" asked Crystal. "Tell the camera how much you love having your dick sucked and your balls crushed."
"Oh yeah, it's great. Eric has a great mouth and . . . 'nnnnngggg' . . . FUCK my nuts feel so good being squeezed."
"Tell him to squeeze harder."
"FUCK. Eric squeeze me harder, make my nuts mush." Eric really bore down on the twin gonads. Ron began to cough, and using her hand to lift up Ron's shirt, Crystal got a close up of his muscular abs rippling from the nut-pain. Meanwhile, Eric was really using his mouth to good effect as he gave Ron an expert blowjob. Crystal giggled. It was great to see her lame-ass brother worship some other guy's prong. He'd never live this down. The little twerp considered himself to be a real lady's man. She could blackmail him with this for the rest of his goddamn life.
"Ron, are you getting close to cumming?" she asked her boyfriend. She knew from experience that Ron had a short fuse.
"Oh yeah, nnnnnmmmm, CRAP this is so hot. SHIT that hurts."
"OK, then. Eric stop what you're doing and get undressed I only want your socks on."
Eric stopped sucking instantly and scrambled on the couch to get undressed. He pulled off his shirt, then his pants, shucked off his shoes and slid down his underwear. He was sporting a big ol' woody too.
"Ron, since Eric was so nice as to worship your manhood, why don't you return the favor? But before you do, give him, like, lots of passionate kisses."
The two teens were best friends, but neither of them would in their entire life would want to french kiss each other. But, thanks to the Powder, they had no choice. Ron grabbed Eric by the back of the head, and pressed his lips to Eric's, plunging his tongue deep down the other boy's throat. It was hot. It was steamy. It was electric. They were really macking. In fact they seemed to be really into each other, one boy naked, the other with his tackle hanging out and rigid prick pressed against the other's. Crystal began to get a little bit aroused herself. She briefly wondered if she should start watching gay porn online. This was HOT.
"Ron, worship my brother's dick and then jack it while you suck hard on his nuts."
"Oh YEAH," said Ron. "Love to." Ron stopped kissing his naked friend, and leaned over. He kissed just the tip of Eric's dick, gently tonguing his piss slit, and then mouthing and sucking on just Ron's purple head and then letting the head pop out of his mouth. Suck, *pop, suck, *pop. Then he ran his tongue down the length of Eric's shaft to go and slurp in his dangling huevos. Ron's cheeks bulged with Eric's two fat eggs, and with one hand he stroked Eric's rigid shaft.
Eric's boner was already leaking pre-jizz and Crystal zoomed in to see it seep out in little spurting drizzles. Eric was groaning as Ron's tongue and teeth worked over his balls. Ron was pulling them and sucking them hard.
"Ron, do those nuts taste good?"
"Mmmhmmm" he gurggled.
"Why don't you pick one and try chewing on it. Eric, choose one of your nuts and BEG Ron to try and pop and eat it."
"Oh fuck yeah. OK. Ron baby, chew on my left nut. OH yeah. Oh, it's so thick and fat and full of sperm butter. FUCK yeah. Jeezus that hurts. Chew on my tough oyster and then swallow it and eat it. I want it to become part of you. My little nut in your stomach." There was a pause as Ron processed the instructions and then "AAAAAHHHHHHHH" screamed Eric as Ron really did bite down hard on the big left testicle that was between his molars. But testes are tough, and no matter how hard he chewed, the damn thing simply wouldn't burst. Seeing this, Crystal told him to stop. She didn't want blood and gore all over the place.
"Ron stop chewing on his balls. Get up and get undressed except your socks. We're going to go into the living room."
Ron instantly stopped what he was doing and shed his cloths. Soon he was just like Eric. Both had nice muscular bodies, lightly tanned and smooth as butter.
"Follow me, boys," said Crystal. The three marched into where Crystal had set up a still camera, on a tripod, and she told the two teens to get on their hands and knees a short distance from it while she oriented the camera and focused it properly. When it was just to her liking, she let it be and stood in front of her brother and her boyfriend.
"Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to stand behind you and kick your heuvos and when I do you're going to bark like the naughty dogs you are. Let's see if I can't rupture one of your balls and turn you from studs into bitches. Understand? And no letting your faces drop. I want you both looking into the camera while I punt you. I want it to capture the faces you make when I flatten your onions."
Both boys bobbed their heads in acknowledgment. Crystal circled around so that she could see their dangling scrotums and the vid-cam on the tripod and chose her brainless boyfriend first. WHAM. A solid kick to his ball-sack. Ron howled. She kicked her boyfriend between the legs again. SMACK. Ron gurgled in the back of his throat in pain. Then Crystal went sideways to kick her brother's balls, not just once or twice but six times. Her foot almost hurt from connecting with his hard little balls. Stupid boy. Stupid boy who ululated like a wounded wolf looking straight into the camera. Crystal couldn't be more pleased.
Back and forth between them, she went, occasionally squeezing their ballbags to check for ruptures and herniation. 'None so far', she noted. Both boy's bodies were covered in sweat both from the pain and as a byproduct of the powder. For a full ten minutes the boys received an unforgiving pummeling of their livelihoods just for their sister's twisted sense of enjoyment. Finally Eric collapsed and actually wretched while Ron was rolling on the marble floor whimpering as he held himself. Crystal smiled cruelly. This stuff was too good to be true.
Leaving the boys to their own miserable states, she walked into the adjoining room where her father was.
"Dad, like how are you feelin'?" she asked him.
"Fine," he said in a curious monotone.
"It's getting rather hot in here dad, why not take off your pants and underwear."
"Good idea, sweety" The sexy 30 year old set aside his laptop and stood up. He was already bare-chested and undid the belt buckle holding up his khaki's. Then he pulled down his pants and his boxer-briefs. Out popped his cock and balls. The very set that had given Crystal her life.
"Dad, get on your knees, put your hands on your head, and BEG me to totally kick your big fat balls. Like, right now." Petite Crystal stood there, hands on her hips with a pout on her face, her injected plump pink lips pursed in displeasure.
"Of course dear, anything you say. You're my little girl, after all." The handsome man knelt before his daughter and spread his knees. He wasn't erect yet so his dick somewhat hid a full view of his balls. Crystal's frown deepened. She yelled to her brother, "On second thought, Eric get your nutsack in here and give dad a nice blowjob. I want him hard when I crack his eggs."
Eric and Ron limped in, both holding themselves. Eric got on his hands and knees, crawled over to his father, and gently sucked in his father's dick. Ron just stood and watched. Crystal had an idea. She reached under her dress and pulled her pink panties down and stepped out of them. She sat down on the edge of the chaise longue and spread her own legs.
"Ron, come give me some pleasure with that tongue of yours. I want that whirlwind tongue of yours moving at full tilt inside me."
Ron just nodded and kneeled before his girlfriend. He stuck his head under her dress, between her legs and began to lap at her tight pink Valleygirl twat, nosing it deeply. Crystal moaned. So did her father. Her brother was doing his best to get his father rigid with excitement. Even in such a large room, the smell of sex began to permeate. You know the smell, that heady mixture of saliva, pre-jack and a dripping honeypot. Musky and sweet.
In the middle of Crystal's pleasure, Eric's voice broke in. "Dad's hard now sis."
Electricity was mounting in her mound. "Like totally keep him hard. I'll deal with him in a second." Crystal used her hands to pull Ron's and head and tongue deeper and deeper in her. Oh, the pleasure was pure liquid Ecstasy (which she'd tried once at a rave she went to). Finally a shuddering and waves of pleasure splashed all over her body like warm tingling lightning. Ron came up for air, and Crystal licked her moist pink lips. She used her hands to make Ron look up at her and then she blasted his balls with her leg. The pain his eyes was amazing. He was so vulnerable right now, both his balls and his face beet red from being worked over. She kicked him again, and then again until he sagged to her feet.
"Eric trade places with Ron. Ron, go give my dad's cock some desperate loving. And Eric I'm going to film you going down on me."
Both boys complied and soon her stupid brother was worshiping her pussy just as Ron had. But of course she had her video camera in one hand, and was able to film both activities.
"Dad how is Ron doing?"
"Mmmm. He's great Crystal. His mouth is warm and moist and he has great suction."
"Excellent. Eric, tongue me better than that or I'll make you suffocate. Yes, that's better. Oh yes, mmmmm." Crystal was bucking her hips into Eric's face while David, her father, was bucking his hips into Ron's face. Soon she was in the throws of another orgasm, from her brother's stimulation and she made sure to focus on her brother's face between her legs and the grunts he was making trying to please her.
David was moaning in pleasure, but Crystal would soon change that. When she'd had enough of Eric's pleasuring she got up. "Eric, Ron, Dad, on your hands and knees and spread your legs for me."
All three males were rock hard and eager to please their tormentor. Crystal set up the still camera again, and then proceeded to kick them in the balls for about a half hour. She drove the hard pint of her high heels into their vulnerable heuvos. Their nuts bounced, their erections waggled back and forth and their faces displayed their pain for the camera. it was wonderful! Well for Crystal at least. Eventually she stopped and took a breather while the men held themselves and moaned. Eric was actually crying a bit, and Crystal zoomed in on the tears on his face. After today, Eric wouldn't never again be able to claim he was a "super man".
Crystal got a glass of water for herself, and some ice cubes. She sipped the water and ran the ice over her breasts and popped them inside her pussy to cool herself down. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and her cunt was a floodplain of moisture. Time to permanently cripple her father and her brother. Ron she would leave intact in case she decided to marry the big lug. She could always break him after their first child.
She walked back into the living room and snapped her fingers to get their attention. "Dad and Eric  sit with your butts on the floor and spread your legs for me." Holding the camera in one hand she walked up to Eric. "Tell me which testicle I should burst Eric."
The brown haired boy looked up at her "Which ever one you want sis." Crystal jammed her foot into his junk. "No, I want YOU to choose. Tell me which nut to crush and how much you want it destroyed."
"OOOOPPHHH. Ok," he croaked, "I guess you should destroy my big ol' lefty. It's my favorite nut and I think it should go first."
"And . . . ?" Prompted Crystal, jamming her foot into his package again.
"And I really want you to pop it, sis," said Eric as he licked his lips. "See, I'm all hard and excited that you're going to nut me, sis. So please do it now, and make it painful."
"Like I totally will," she replied with a cruel grin. Crystal stepped down on his left ball and began to grind it into the unforgiving marble floor. Be fat ball squished flat and ballooned at the edges. Eric squealed like a stuck pig. It was wonderful. Crystal could feel his manhood going flatter and flatter and she pressed and twisted the toe of her shoe to make the testicle's destruction as painful as possible. Flatter and flatter it went and Eric's whine got higher and higher pitched, but Crystal wanted to actually record the testicle's pop so she stuffed her panties into his mouth so that they all could hear it. And it happened several minutes into her crushing it. A soft little "POP" could be heard and then his nut's contents oozed into his scrotum. Eric's eye's rolled back into his head and he fell back into a dead faint. Now it was time for David to lose a nut.
Leaving her lame brother comatose, she walked over to her father. She stood between his legs and stepped out of her high heels. Now she was just in her little pink fluffy socks, and she placed her right heel over his right testicle. She bore down on the nugget.
"Tell me what it feels like, daddy, to burst your bubble?"
"Oh SHIT that hurts so much, honey. It's like my whole world is coming to an end."
"It is father. I promise you after this month, your reproductive life will totally come to an end." She ground her heel into his soft ball until it too burst with a "POP" but she wanted to hurt him even more so she stomped down on the squishy little thing for quite a while, the camera picking up the squelching noises it made as it was turned to goo. It wasn't too long before her father passed out as well, and she let him.
Crystal walked over to Ron and told him to stand up and let her have access to his nuts, which he did. She then proceeded to knee his puny nuts until he too fainted. She was surrounded by hunky guys who'd passed out, naked, on the floor, with huge, puffy, swollen scrotums. It was wonderful. Crystal filmed their supine forms and then turning off the camera she went upstairs to have another shower and to clean up their mess. But . . . . she was already thinking about her next trip to the boutique to buy more of the Powder of Submission.


  1. Oh!Holy shit!!
    This is the best story I've ever seen. what beautifull
    The domination Female and Male Slaves. what a perfect pair looks like.
    I really love this story and no better way to describe it. F/mmmm and FM/mmmm is my favourite like I wanna be the eunuch who castrated by the other slaves and they just Ruled by the naughty mistress.....
    I'm your big fan. this story is really hot!!!God I wish this story will go on.....

  2. LOL. Well, glad someone enjoyed it. And thank you for the kind words. BTW your English is excellent. Kudos!

  3. Fabulous work as always! I for one think you've done the bi community a service with this one :D Also, great inclusion of pink socks ;)

    1. Thanx Mr. Knave. Crystal is very fond of pink.

  4. Damn hot story Nicholas, very intense ball popping and fun to read. Her father and brother gave their precious balls to her is so powerful and thrilling ;-) Wow

    1. Glad you enjoyed it, Crusher. As always, thanx for commenting!

  5. I Just came across your blog. Your stories are really good. This one is extremely awesome.
    I right ballbusting stories myself and had thought of doing one where the girl gets total control of the males. You have certainly done a very good job of doing a story like that.

    Have you thought of doing a part 2 to this story?

    1. Well, honestly I didn't know if anyone who wasn't bi would like this story. And it's a complex story with three sets of people in it Crystal, her father and the two boys. I'm not sure what a second part would look or sound like. But I am glad that you liked it. So, cheers!

  6. Une histoire belle qui mérite une conclusion et qui donne envie de remettre tous les hommes à leurs juste place!


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