Ball busting, the beginning
I just got off the phone with a tiny dick that is convinced that I am the girl from high school that ruined his self esteem by giving him the nickname of “needle dick”. He was hoping I’d apologize for causing all of the resulting emotional scarring, which in and of itself is very amusing. The funniest part of the call was how easy he was to tear down, and humiliate even further. The sounds of his suffering, the near sobbing… all very pleasing.
The one thing I didn’t tell this caller is that I could have very easily been the girl in high school that first laughed at his tiny little dick. He’d know for sure if he’s also the one that received my very first ball busting kick with pointy toed boots on. I’ll never forget that day… even over the bustling of all the people moving through the hallway, when that kick landed, all I heard was that sound. The sound of the connection between my boot, and his worthless balls.
It’s a sound I’ve grown to enjoy as frequently as possible. Frequently, it’s a sound that’s not only justifiable, but often necessary. Then again, sometimes, it’s just a sound that I crave, knowing full well that it’s usually followed by other delicious sounds of suffering, a prelude, really. Yes, I’ll never forget that first time… the crushing of balls under the leather of my boot combined with the sudden gasp for air by the victim. My caller, if it’s who I “practiced” on all the way back in high school, should just be happy that I hadn’t already grown fond of that sound, that feeling, at that point.
Where we to meet today, he’d be in for a whole new world of hurt. Something tells me though, that he’d enjoy our meeting thoroughly. By the end of the call I had revealed what I know of all little dicks… it’s Women like Me, the ones that know what your weaknesses are… the ones that know exactly how to abuse you… how to feed that craving you have… it’s this kind of Woman you dream of serving.
The basic instincts were there in me during high school. If I had only known then, all that I know now… I doubt that boy would be calling me. He’d be sitting at my feet instead, waiting for instruction.
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