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Rule Thread
>Copied from 8gag
Hello, and welcome to /femdom/. This place is for (almost) any and all femdom. 2D or 3D or even just the written word, it's allowed.
>Is futa allowed?
Yes, as long as there is a futa or other feminine person in an assertive or dominating role
>Is lesbian femdom allowed?
Yes
>Is loli and shota art allowed?
Yes as long as it is femdom.
>Is trap on male allowed?
As long as the trap is significantly feminine and is in an assertive or dominating role, yes.
>Are discussions/stories/text posts allowed?
Yes. You don't have to post a single picture, even for new topics, as long as your content is femdom related
>How "hardcore" does the femdom have to be?
It can be anything from vanilla hetrosexual sex with an assertive/mothering girl to a ten foot woman keeping her slave in chastity and treating them like a literal dog and toilet. In other words, all kinds of femdom are allowed here.
>Can you clarify "No furry or pony"?
You can still post non-human girls, just make sure they're humanoid enough
>What does THAT mean??
If you don't know if something is "human enough" or not, just try posting it, I don't plan on banning people left and right until we can establish clearer lines of what is and isn't allowed. I will still delete content, though.
>Is cuckoldry allowed here?
Nope.
This is a new board and I might change rules or add new rules at any time. This is, of course, assuming we can get people to even post here.
And one last announcement:
I will leave this thread open for discussion, but only if it is rule related. So if you have any concerns about the rules or you want to have new rules established, feel free to post your thoughts here.
Hello, and welcome to /femdom/. This place is for (almost) any and all femdom. 2D or 3D or even just the written word, it's allowed.
>Is futa allowed?
Yes, as long as there is a futa or other feminine person in an assertive or dominating role
>Is lesbian femdom allowed?
Yes
>Is loli and shota art allowed?
Yes as long as it is femdom.
>Is trap on male allowed?
As long as the trap is significantly feminine and is in an assertive or dominating role, yes.
>Are discussions/stories/text posts allowed?
Yes. You don't have to post a single picture, even for new topics, as long as your content is femdom related
>How "hardcore" does the femdom have to be?
It can be anything from vanilla hetrosexual sex with an assertive/mothering girl to a ten foot woman keeping her slave in chastity and treating them like a literal dog and toilet. In other words, all kinds of femdom are allowed here.
>Can you clarify "No furry or pony"?
You can still post non-human girls, just make sure they're humanoid enough
>What does THAT mean??
If you don't know if something is "human enough" or not, just try posting it, I don't plan on banning people left and right until we can establish clearer lines of what is and isn't allowed. I will still delete content, though.
>Is cuckoldry allowed here?
Nope.
This is a new board and I might change rules or add new rules at any time. This is, of course, assuming we can get people to even post here.
And one last announcement:
I will leave this thread open for discussion, but only if it is rule related. So if you have any concerns about the rules or you want to have new rules established, feel free to post your thoughts here.
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Femdom Resource Thread
>8gag pasta
I hope this will bump up the activity of the board, because people will find stuff easier now, which they can post here.
If you find any other sites just post them in this thread, so i can add them to the OP.
Femdom search engine:
http://femdomvip.com/
Femdom pictures:
http://femdom-artworks.tumblr.com/
http://www.femdom-resource.com/
http://www.femdomartists.com/
Femdom tumblrs:
http://goodboy4herart.tumblr.com/page/7
http://strap-on-girl.tumblr.com/
Femdom hypnosis .mp3
http://spiralseductions.com/free-files/
http://herehesleeps.com/
Femdom blogs
http://femdom101.blogspot.de/
http://rwddh.blogspot.de/2014_09_01_archive.html
im-hers.blogspot.de/
http://www.domme-chronicles.com/
Femdom Stories
https://bbkat.wordpress.com
http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/
http://www.femdomale.com/
Femdom Videos
http://www.smplace.com/forum/forums/femdom.21/
I hope this will bump up the activity of the board, because people will find stuff easier now, which they can post here.
If you find any other sites just post them in this thread, so i can add them to the OP.
Femdom search engine:
http://femdomvip.com/
Femdom pictures:
http://femdom-artworks.tumblr.com/
http://www.femdom-resource.com/
http://www.femdomartists.com/
Femdom tumblrs:
http://goodboy4herart.tumblr.com/page/7
http://strap-on-girl.tumblr.com/
Femdom hypnosis .mp3
http://spiralseductions.com/free-files/
http://herehesleeps.com/
Femdom blogs
http://femdom101.blogspot.de/
http://rwddh.blogspot.de/2014_09_01_archive.html
im-hers.blogspot.de/
http://www.domme-chronicles.com/
Femdom Stories
https://bbkat.wordpress.com
http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/
http://www.femdomale.com/
Femdom Videos
http://www.smplace.com/forum/forums/femdom.21/
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I have a small collection called "Proud of Their work". Here ladies proudly demonstrate results on male backs/
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Fit and strong girls
I love physically strong women. Women with impressive biceps when they flex their arms and girls with legs (thighs, calves) that are strong enough to trap you in headscissors that you cannot escape.
A little disclaimer: I am not into women on steroids or female body builders; they are not feminine any more.
Enjoy this thread and post any picture you have from a physically strong lady! :-D
A little disclaimer: I am not into women on steroids or female body builders; they are not feminine any more.
Enjoy this thread and post any picture you have from a physically strong lady! :-D
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Castration Captions
Post the best you found.
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Useless scrawny white boys
I hate how these skinny white cisgender boys think they rule the world.
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Is there anything "lighter" in the realm of this fetish? I'd like to see some intimate, warm love but just in a setting where the woman takes the lead, little domination okay, but nothing fucked up like locking away genitalia, mutilation, ball-busting, pegging, fisting, humiliating etc. like you dudes seem to enjoy. Just... something more sensual rather than brutal, something where the guy can get off too on the basis of "normal" stimulation instead of being trashed physically and mentally.
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Ballbusting Chatbot
I created a chatbot which you can look up at personality forge. Interacting with it can make it better. Additional themes aside from bb and pussy envy are bro/sis and universal male demasculization and universal female hypersexualization.
http://www.personalityforge.com/directchat.php?botID=140600&MID=140599
Additional info: Takes place in alternate universe where a mysterious "Girl Power Parasite" has began infecting girls and boys in a smallish town. The parasite rewires each sexes body differently in order to optimize it's proliferation.
In girls: It makes girls breasts, ass, hips and upper thighs swell bigger and bigger the worse the infection is. It also makes them girlier/stay young and makes them find ballbusting and male inferiority more and more amusing and funny. The parasite reproduces and feeds/lives in its host's girl parts where it suppresses the female immune system to make girls energetic and sexually active. Whenever a pussy envy stricken male is nearby, some of the parasite leaves the girl's body during a jiggle/bounce etc… and invades the male victim.
In boys: The parasite makes boys bodies androgonous, skinny-fat, baby-like. The worse the infection, the bigger, weaker, more debilitating, and more taut in its sac the testicles get. The testicles basically store pathogens, bacteria, viruses, some of which get released into the males body whenever they are busted near a female. The parasite uses this lying down, debilitated state of the male to turn the immune system way up, attaching antibodies and immune system info to the parasites stored in the boy's baby-fat. Feeling pussy envy causes the boy's tiny penis to wriggle and twitch more and more until it squirts out immunity enhanced parasites which make their way towards any girl feeling "pussy pride/girl power".
The parasite has basically altered mankind so we focus on reproducing more of it instead of us. Unfortunately for boys, it seems now we suffer " childbirth" instead of girls.
Any questions/comments/suggestions appreciated!
chatbot456@yahoo.com
http://www.personalityforge.com/directchat.php?botID=140600&MID=140599
Additional info: Takes place in alternate universe where a mysterious "Girl Power Parasite" has began infecting girls and boys in a smallish town. The parasite rewires each sexes body differently in order to optimize it's proliferation.
In girls: It makes girls breasts, ass, hips and upper thighs swell bigger and bigger the worse the infection is. It also makes them girlier/stay young and makes them find ballbusting and male inferiority more and more amusing and funny. The parasite reproduces and feeds/lives in its host's girl parts where it suppresses the female immune system to make girls energetic and sexually active. Whenever a pussy envy stricken male is nearby, some of the parasite leaves the girl's body during a jiggle/bounce etc… and invades the male victim.
In boys: The parasite makes boys bodies androgonous, skinny-fat, baby-like. The worse the infection, the bigger, weaker, more debilitating, and more taut in its sac the testicles get. The testicles basically store pathogens, bacteria, viruses, some of which get released into the males body whenever they are busted near a female. The parasite uses this lying down, debilitated state of the male to turn the immune system way up, attaching antibodies and immune system info to the parasites stored in the boy's baby-fat. Feeling pussy envy causes the boy's tiny penis to wriggle and twitch more and more until it squirts out immunity enhanced parasites which make their way towards any girl feeling "pussy pride/girl power".
The parasite has basically altered mankind so we focus on reproducing more of it instead of us. Unfortunately for boys, it seems now we suffer " childbirth" instead of girls.
Any questions/comments/suggestions appreciated!
chatbot456@yahoo.com
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What would the world look like if government and society were female led / female dominated and controlled? What sort of laws and regulations would there be?
My Ideas:
Any job that pays 40k or more MUST be held by a women without exceptions.
If a man has a job that a women wants he is fired and replaced without hesitation.
For any job a male is always the last one hired and the first one fired.
A female is always the first one hired and the last one fired.
Only females can start their own business.
Only females can hold government and educational positions.
Student loans are abolished and all education is free for women / girls but not for men / boys.
Sports for all ages are all co-ed but males are required to be nude.
A female authority figure (boss, teacher, mother) is permitted to and encouraged to use what ever methods necessary to discipline and control the male in question.
The sex offenders registry is reformed so that women / girls can never be put on the list no matter what, but at the same time it has been expanded for males who can be put on the list for: man-spreading, stare rape, farting in public, emitting offensive odor, or if their general presence makes any female feel uncomfortable.
Any adult man and even any young boys will be put on this list if they violate any of these offenses.
Anyone placed on the offenders list is to be both castrated and penectomized with the help of the victim.
Any more ideas?
Old thread from 8chan: https://web-beta.archive.org/web/20170203184407/http://8ch.net/femdom/res/3567.html
My Ideas:
Any job that pays 40k or more MUST be held by a women without exceptions.
If a man has a job that a women wants he is fired and replaced without hesitation.
For any job a male is always the last one hired and the first one fired.
A female is always the first one hired and the last one fired.
Only females can start their own business.
Only females can hold government and educational positions.
Student loans are abolished and all education is free for women / girls but not for men / boys.
Sports for all ages are all co-ed but males are required to be nude.
A female authority figure (boss, teacher, mother) is permitted to and encouraged to use what ever methods necessary to discipline and control the male in question.
The sex offenders registry is reformed so that women / girls can never be put on the list no matter what, but at the same time it has been expanded for males who can be put on the list for: man-spreading, stare rape, farting in public, emitting offensive odor, or if their general presence makes any female feel uncomfortable.
Any adult man and even any young boys will be put on this list if they violate any of these offenses.
Anyone placed on the offenders list is to be both castrated and penectomized with the help of the victim.
Any more ideas?
Old thread from 8chan: https://web-beta.archive.org/web/20170203184407/http://8ch.net/femdom/res/3567.html
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Angel of Destruction
The school was called into assembly. The first semester marks had come in, and now it was time for some of the students to be cut. For the girls, this meant they had to go back to a regular school, but for the boys it was so much worse. MacCordum Academy’s philosophy was based on the premise of extreme rewards and extreme punishments. This is what drove some students to excel and become leaders in their field. It was generally thought that if a boy’s balls were on the line – literally – then he would perform. For those who didn’t well, they served as a valuable lesson – and entertainment. After all, the girls had to be rewarded somehow.
Of course, the best part was that the boys didn’t know if their name would be called, so they all sat in fear. Likewise the girls, who would be called to perform the awesome duties, it was a surprise as well.
Chelsea and Jody sat there, exchanging smiles and brimming with anticipation. They had both worked really hard this semester, and had hoped they would be chosen.
“Alright,” said Madame Theriault. “We have a day of exciting entertainment for you girls. Thanks to all of you who have submitted your ideas – some of them were very creative. I can assure you, they have been incorporated into today’s events.”
Madame called the first two names. First, the girl, Jackie was called up. She squealed with delight when her name was called, and Chelsea felt a twinge of envy, as did the other girls.
The spotlight then shone a few rows behind Chelsea and Jody. There sat a fat boy whose colour had completely drained from his face, which was usually the colour of a tomato. He looked terrified. Chelsea studied his face, and soaked it in, she loved it. So this is what a boy looks like when he knows he’s about to lose his balls? She thought,and smiled.
The teachers came and grabbed poor Andrew, who started screaming madly. One of the teachers kneed him hard in the balls, then grabbed his groin, and together they pacified him enough to drag him to the front of the room, flailing and weeping. Andrew was placed against the wall in the left side of the auditorium, first his arms and then his legs tied into place so that he could not move and his legs were spread eagle. A teacher tied an elastic around the base of his sack, in order to ensure they couldn’t slip away easily, and the skin became tight. It was easy to see his testicles now.
Of course, the best part was that the boys didn’t know if their name would be called, so they all sat in fear. Likewise the girls, who would be called to perform the awesome duties, it was a surprise as well.
Chelsea and Jody sat there, exchanging smiles and brimming with anticipation. They had both worked really hard this semester, and had hoped they would be chosen.
“Alright,” said Madame Theriault. “We have a day of exciting entertainment for you girls. Thanks to all of you who have submitted your ideas – some of them were very creative. I can assure you, they have been incorporated into today’s events.”
Madame called the first two names. First, the girl, Jackie was called up. She squealed with delight when her name was called, and Chelsea felt a twinge of envy, as did the other girls.
The spotlight then shone a few rows behind Chelsea and Jody. There sat a fat boy whose colour had completely drained from his face, which was usually the colour of a tomato. He looked terrified. Chelsea studied his face, and soaked it in, she loved it. So this is what a boy looks like when he knows he’s about to lose his balls? She thought,and smiled.
The teachers came and grabbed poor Andrew, who started screaming madly. One of the teachers kneed him hard in the balls, then grabbed his groin, and together they pacified him enough to drag him to the front of the room, flailing and weeping. Andrew was placed against the wall in the left side of the auditorium, first his arms and then his legs tied into place so that he could not move and his legs were spread eagle. A teacher tied an elastic around the base of his sack, in order to ensure they couldn’t slip away easily, and the skin became tight. It was easy to see his testicles now.
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Teacher, Teacher (f/M)
The class was filing out of the room and Lacy waited until everyone but Mr. Robinson, their history teacher, had left. Then she went and locked the door the classroom from the inside. No one would be able to get in while she had her way with her teacher.
Will Robinson was a 20 something teacher with close cropped brown hair, round wire rimmed glasses, and a hard athletic body which he kept fit through daily cardio and some light weight lifting. But he was also rather submissive and docile. Perfect for what Lacy had in mind. After locking the door the little blond doll went up to Mr. Robinson's desk where he sat correcting papers. She stood next to his chair and cleared her throat.
Will looked up. "Yes, Lacy, is there something I can do for you?"
The little blond girl nodded, and sly smile played across her lips. "My father is a lot like you, Mr. Robinson. He's good looking and gentle. He lets me tell him what to do and if he isn't obedient I kick him between the legs. Before she died mom taught me that men were born to submit to women, and that the best way to control them was through pain to their balls." Lacy caught the look of surprise in Mr. Robinson's eyes. "Oh yes, I know about the eggs that men have between their legs, and how easy it is to cause them pain." Lacy reached down between Will's legs and grabbed his package.
"I've decided that from now on you'll do as I say and that I will daily torture your big nuts plus give you homework, and if you don't do what I want I will tell the principle that you've been touching me in naughty ways." Again a look of surprise came over Will's face. "Oh yes, I know how to make it sound as if you've been doing naughty things to me. Touching me in places you shouldn't, and they'll believe me because my dad will back me up."
"Now," said Lacy imperiously, " Stand up."
Slowly Will got up. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue button down shirt with a brown belt and brown loafers.
"Kick off your shoes," Lacy demanded.
Mr. Robinson did so. Now standing in his white socks.
"Now, kneel before me and bunch up the crotch of your pants with your hands so I can see your cock and balls."
Very slowly, but never taking his eyes off Lacy, the history teacher sank to his knees and did as he was instructed. He had a sizeable pouch even unaroused. Lacy looked deeply into his eyes with her own cold, cruel, shrewd stare, and when she was ready she aimed her foot and kicked the fat package with all her might. William's body shuddered with the impact but it turned out he was fairly resistant to nut-pain. Something he himself didn't even know. She kicked him again, and he flinched but didn't try and stop her. She now had the momentum to kick him about sixteen times in the testicles until he dropped to the floor and just lay there, moaning and holding himself. Lacy looked pleased.
Will Robinson was a 20 something teacher with close cropped brown hair, round wire rimmed glasses, and a hard athletic body which he kept fit through daily cardio and some light weight lifting. But he was also rather submissive and docile. Perfect for what Lacy had in mind. After locking the door the little blond doll went up to Mr. Robinson's desk where he sat correcting papers. She stood next to his chair and cleared her throat.
Will looked up. "Yes, Lacy, is there something I can do for you?"
The little blond girl nodded, and sly smile played across her lips. "My father is a lot like you, Mr. Robinson. He's good looking and gentle. He lets me tell him what to do and if he isn't obedient I kick him between the legs. Before she died mom taught me that men were born to submit to women, and that the best way to control them was through pain to their balls." Lacy caught the look of surprise in Mr. Robinson's eyes. "Oh yes, I know about the eggs that men have between their legs, and how easy it is to cause them pain." Lacy reached down between Will's legs and grabbed his package.
"I've decided that from now on you'll do as I say and that I will daily torture your big nuts plus give you homework, and if you don't do what I want I will tell the principle that you've been touching me in naughty ways." Again a look of surprise came over Will's face. "Oh yes, I know how to make it sound as if you've been doing naughty things to me. Touching me in places you shouldn't, and they'll believe me because my dad will back me up."
"Now," said Lacy imperiously, " Stand up."
Slowly Will got up. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue button down shirt with a brown belt and brown loafers.
"Kick off your shoes," Lacy demanded.
Mr. Robinson did so. Now standing in his white socks.
"Now, kneel before me and bunch up the crotch of your pants with your hands so I can see your cock and balls."
Very slowly, but never taking his eyes off Lacy, the history teacher sank to his knees and did as he was instructed. He had a sizeable pouch even unaroused. Lacy looked deeply into his eyes with her own cold, cruel, shrewd stare, and when she was ready she aimed her foot and kicked the fat package with all her might. William's body shuddered with the impact but it turned out he was fairly resistant to nut-pain. Something he himself didn't even know. She kicked him again, and he flinched but didn't try and stop her. She now had the momentum to kick him about sixteen times in the testicles until he dropped to the floor and just lay there, moaning and holding himself. Lacy looked pleased.
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Femdom Captions thread
Lets have a femdom captions thread. Upload images with captions.
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Femdom Cartoons
Let's have a random femdom cartoons thread. Post whatever makes you hard!
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Erotica Thread
Femdom erotica thread. This thread is for shorter femdom stories.
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Women trampling balls
Post pics of ladies trampling balls.
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The Batting Cage
“You’ve seriously never tried a batting cage?” Jessica asked.
“No” Michael self consciously replied.
“You gotta try it then.”
“Ok, I’ll try…but make it a low speed for me, I never play baseball.”
“Sure.” Jessica assured him. Michael fumbled with the helmet to get it on, grabbed the bat and stepped into the cage. He felt self conscious as he lifted the bat over his shoulder getting ready to swing. He didn’t know if he was holding it right.
“Did you start it yet?”
“Yeah” Jessica replied. She and Emily smiled deviously as she set the speed to 90 mph. During the time it took Jessica to get the speed changed, Michael wondered what was wrong. He dropped the bat to his side, and thoughtlessly walked onto the plate, trying to get a better view to see if something was wrong with the pitching machine. “Michael, get off the plate!” Jessica yelled. Her warning came as the first ball shot out of the machine. At ninety miles an hour, there was no way to dodge it. The ball was a car driving 90 on the freeway, and Michael was standing right in front of it, luckily or unluckily for him, the entire impact of the crash was absorbed by his genitals.
Michael fell abruptly to the ground, rolling off to the side. His penis and testicles had just suffered the trauma of a car accident, there was so much pain emanating from his manhood, that he knew he was in real trouble. He vomited. Emily, Jessica and Ashley’s eyes were opened wide with shock, but they were all smiling. Michael’s eyes were closed. He was laying there in the fetal position rocking back and forth slightly. His breaths were shallow as even breathing seemed to make the mind blasting pain worse. “Are you ok?” Emily asked, holding herself back from laughter.
“It hurts so bad.” He muttered. The girls started laughing, but tried to stifle it.
“You shouldn’t have walked in front of it.” Jessica scolded. “It was set to ninety miles an hour.” Michael’s mind reeled with this new information. He felt certain that he would lose his testicles. He started to have a panic attack. The pain was quickly worsening.
“Oh my gosh Michael, I hope you weren’t too attached to your nuts.” Ashley laughed. The girls gave in and started cracking up with her.
“Hope you and julia weren’t planning on having kids.” Emily added. The laughter became more boisterous.
“Oh my god, poor Michael.” Jessica said.
As the pain continued to increase, Michael couldn't hide his fear. "This is really bad, this is really bad, really really bad." He cried through labored breath as he rocked back and forth trying to find some form of relief. The girls were just laughing.
"Is it really bad?" Jessica asked. Ashley and Emily chuckled. Michael was moaning. Tears were forming in his eyes.
"Did you break your balls?" Emily asked. Ashley and Jessica burst into laughter. Michael didn't respond.
"Oh my gosh" Ashley laughed. “Can they really break?”
"Nah, I don't think so." Emily said. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
“Yeah, I'm sure.” Ashley laughed.
“Let’s help him out of here.” Emily said. She went into the the cage. “Can you walk over to a bench with us?” She asked condescendingly, a huge grin on her face.
Michael looked at her. “I don’t know, I feel horrible.”
“Come on, you’re fine, you got hit pretty hard, but at least it's just your balls, right?.” She giggled. Emily helped him to his feet. “Ok, we just need to walk over to that bench, then you can sit down.” Michael’s legs trembled as he walked. Each step felt like fire in his abdomen. The girls snickered to themselves. “Ok, I’m gonna go get you some water…do you want anything else?” Michael took a moment to respond. “Like maybe a band-aid or an ice pack.” Jessica and especially Ashley burst into laughter. Michael didn’t think it was funny.
“Just the water.”
“Ok” Emily laughed, Michael watched her curvy ass walking away, feeling bitter about her jokes.
“No” Michael self consciously replied.
“You gotta try it then.”
“Ok, I’ll try…but make it a low speed for me, I never play baseball.”
“Sure.” Jessica assured him. Michael fumbled with the helmet to get it on, grabbed the bat and stepped into the cage. He felt self conscious as he lifted the bat over his shoulder getting ready to swing. He didn’t know if he was holding it right.
“Did you start it yet?”
“Yeah” Jessica replied. She and Emily smiled deviously as she set the speed to 90 mph. During the time it took Jessica to get the speed changed, Michael wondered what was wrong. He dropped the bat to his side, and thoughtlessly walked onto the plate, trying to get a better view to see if something was wrong with the pitching machine. “Michael, get off the plate!” Jessica yelled. Her warning came as the first ball shot out of the machine. At ninety miles an hour, there was no way to dodge it. The ball was a car driving 90 on the freeway, and Michael was standing right in front of it, luckily or unluckily for him, the entire impact of the crash was absorbed by his genitals.
Michael fell abruptly to the ground, rolling off to the side. His penis and testicles had just suffered the trauma of a car accident, there was so much pain emanating from his manhood, that he knew he was in real trouble. He vomited. Emily, Jessica and Ashley’s eyes were opened wide with shock, but they were all smiling. Michael’s eyes were closed. He was laying there in the fetal position rocking back and forth slightly. His breaths were shallow as even breathing seemed to make the mind blasting pain worse. “Are you ok?” Emily asked, holding herself back from laughter.
“It hurts so bad.” He muttered. The girls started laughing, but tried to stifle it.
“You shouldn’t have walked in front of it.” Jessica scolded. “It was set to ninety miles an hour.” Michael’s mind reeled with this new information. He felt certain that he would lose his testicles. He started to have a panic attack. The pain was quickly worsening.
“Oh my gosh Michael, I hope you weren’t too attached to your nuts.” Ashley laughed. The girls gave in and started cracking up with her.
“Hope you and julia weren’t planning on having kids.” Emily added. The laughter became more boisterous.
“Oh my god, poor Michael.” Jessica said.
As the pain continued to increase, Michael couldn't hide his fear. "This is really bad, this is really bad, really really bad." He cried through labored breath as he rocked back and forth trying to find some form of relief. The girls were just laughing.
"Is it really bad?" Jessica asked. Ashley and Emily chuckled. Michael was moaning. Tears were forming in his eyes.
"Did you break your balls?" Emily asked. Ashley and Jessica burst into laughter. Michael didn't respond.
"Oh my gosh" Ashley laughed. “Can they really break?”
"Nah, I don't think so." Emily said. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
“Yeah, I'm sure.” Ashley laughed.
“Let’s help him out of here.” Emily said. She went into the the cage. “Can you walk over to a bench with us?” She asked condescendingly, a huge grin on her face.
Michael looked at her. “I don’t know, I feel horrible.”
“Come on, you’re fine, you got hit pretty hard, but at least it's just your balls, right?.” She giggled. Emily helped him to his feet. “Ok, we just need to walk over to that bench, then you can sit down.” Michael’s legs trembled as he walked. Each step felt like fire in his abdomen. The girls snickered to themselves. “Ok, I’m gonna go get you some water…do you want anything else?” Michael took a moment to respond. “Like maybe a band-aid or an ice pack.” Jessica and especially Ashley burst into laughter. Michael didn’t think it was funny.
“Just the water.”
“Ok” Emily laughed, Michael watched her curvy ass walking away, feeling bitter about her jokes.
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Dog Bite
"Aww, look at the doggie" Michael said as a woman and her dog walked toward them.
"Ohh, so cute" Ashley said. "I love pit-bulls."
"Aww" Emily added. Jessica smiled.
Michael got up from the picnic table and approached the dog. "Ah, he's not too friendly." The woman warned. Her dog started growling.
"Oh sorry." Michael started backing away, but the dog charged him. It snapped at his crotch, but Michael jumped away.
"Oooh, so close" Ashley laughed. The dog snapped again immediately and chomped it's vicious teeth into Michael crotch.
"No!" Michael screamed. His heart nearly stopped as he felt the teeth puncture his dick and one testicle. He reached for the dog's head, but the dog just growled and bit down harder. The bite was locked.
"Oh my God!" Jessica exclaimed.
The dog yanked it's head violently to one side tearing in deeper. The girls all kind of shuddered and laughed at the same time. "Get him off!!" Michael screamed. “No! No!” He cried. The pain was like fire burning him from the inside out. His head swelled with panic. He knew if this dog didn't let up his dick would be torn off. He thought the owner would get her dog under control, but he saw that she was just standing there with her hand over her mouth trying to cover her laughter. The dog yanked it's head to the other side. "Help me! He's tearing my dick off!" Michael screamed. At this point Emily, Jessica and Ashley started cracking up. Michael was beet red and pouring sweat. His heart pounded like a jackhammer in his head. He felt like was gonna have a heart attack. The lady was laughing more openly now that she saw the other girls laughing. She was doing nothing to help. Michael was panicking, he didn't know what to do.
"Just tell her to stop Michael, you have to be assertive with dogs." Ashley told him, struggling not to laugh the whole time.
"Stop! Off! Down!" Michael screamed desperately. The dog just yanked back and forth harder. The girls burst back into laughter. Michael tried grabbing her head, but she just bit down harder. He started blacking out and collapsed, at which point, the dog let go, and trotted, tongue out and tail wagging, back to it's owner. Michael was curled up, eyes closed tightly, taking tiny breaths, as even breathing deeply seemed to aggravate the nightmarish pain. He was terrified as he felt the blood collecting in his underwear., he knew he was fucked. The girls' laughter tapered off as the woman approached.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sometimes she gets a little feisty" She told him. "Are you alright?" She couldn't help but laugh a little. Michael didn't even respond. He was disoriented.
"He'll be fine" Ashley assured her. Emily and Jessica smiled at her.
"You sure?" The woman asked Ashley, now ignoring Michael.
"Yeah, don't worry, he's my brother, I'll take care of him."
"K" The woman snickered. "Thanks" and she strutted away.
"You ok Michael?" Emily asked. The girls cracked up. Michael was breathing heavily and feeling sick. He didn't respond.
"Ok, that was hilarious." Ashley said. They laughed in agreement.
"It looked like that dog did some serious damage." Jessica said.
"Oh my god he's bleeding." Emily noticed.
Ashley laughed. "Are you serious?"
"Oh my god he is!" Jessica said.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Ashley asked.
"Yes" Michael whimpered.
The girls laughed.
"Did the dog actually bite INTO your balls?" Emily asked.
"Yes" Michael was crying. The girls laughed harder.
"Oh wow, too funny." Emily said.
"Ok, let's go." Ashley said with a hint of annoyance. The girls got up. "Are you coming?" Ashley asked Michael.
"Yeah." He whispered. He struggled to his knees. The pain was sickening, and he felt woozy.
"Oh god, that's a lot of blood" Ashley laughed, noticing that the crotch of his pants was soaked. "Better hurry." She chimed.
"Can you help me?" He asked, as he held himself steady on the picnic table.
"Oh GOD" Ashley sighed. She went over and pulled his arm over her shoulder. "Ready?"
"Ohh, so cute" Ashley said. "I love pit-bulls."
"Aww" Emily added. Jessica smiled.
Michael got up from the picnic table and approached the dog. "Ah, he's not too friendly." The woman warned. Her dog started growling.
"Oh sorry." Michael started backing away, but the dog charged him. It snapped at his crotch, but Michael jumped away.
"Oooh, so close" Ashley laughed. The dog snapped again immediately and chomped it's vicious teeth into Michael crotch.
"No!" Michael screamed. His heart nearly stopped as he felt the teeth puncture his dick and one testicle. He reached for the dog's head, but the dog just growled and bit down harder. The bite was locked.
"Oh my God!" Jessica exclaimed.
The dog yanked it's head violently to one side tearing in deeper. The girls all kind of shuddered and laughed at the same time. "Get him off!!" Michael screamed. “No! No!” He cried. The pain was like fire burning him from the inside out. His head swelled with panic. He knew if this dog didn't let up his dick would be torn off. He thought the owner would get her dog under control, but he saw that she was just standing there with her hand over her mouth trying to cover her laughter. The dog yanked it's head to the other side. "Help me! He's tearing my dick off!" Michael screamed. At this point Emily, Jessica and Ashley started cracking up. Michael was beet red and pouring sweat. His heart pounded like a jackhammer in his head. He felt like was gonna have a heart attack. The lady was laughing more openly now that she saw the other girls laughing. She was doing nothing to help. Michael was panicking, he didn't know what to do.
"Just tell her to stop Michael, you have to be assertive with dogs." Ashley told him, struggling not to laugh the whole time.
"Stop! Off! Down!" Michael screamed desperately. The dog just yanked back and forth harder. The girls burst back into laughter. Michael tried grabbing her head, but she just bit down harder. He started blacking out and collapsed, at which point, the dog let go, and trotted, tongue out and tail wagging, back to it's owner. Michael was curled up, eyes closed tightly, taking tiny breaths, as even breathing deeply seemed to aggravate the nightmarish pain. He was terrified as he felt the blood collecting in his underwear., he knew he was fucked. The girls' laughter tapered off as the woman approached.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sometimes she gets a little feisty" She told him. "Are you alright?" She couldn't help but laugh a little. Michael didn't even respond. He was disoriented.
"He'll be fine" Ashley assured her. Emily and Jessica smiled at her.
"You sure?" The woman asked Ashley, now ignoring Michael.
"Yeah, don't worry, he's my brother, I'll take care of him."
"K" The woman snickered. "Thanks" and she strutted away.
"You ok Michael?" Emily asked. The girls cracked up. Michael was breathing heavily and feeling sick. He didn't respond.
"Ok, that was hilarious." Ashley said. They laughed in agreement.
"It looked like that dog did some serious damage." Jessica said.
"Oh my god he's bleeding." Emily noticed.
Ashley laughed. "Are you serious?"
"Oh my god he is!" Jessica said.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Ashley asked.
"Yes" Michael whimpered.
The girls laughed.
"Did the dog actually bite INTO your balls?" Emily asked.
"Yes" Michael was crying. The girls laughed harder.
"Oh wow, too funny." Emily said.
"Ok, let's go." Ashley said with a hint of annoyance. The girls got up. "Are you coming?" Ashley asked Michael.
"Yeah." He whispered. He struggled to his knees. The pain was sickening, and he felt woozy.
"Oh god, that's a lot of blood" Ashley laughed, noticing that the crotch of his pants was soaked. "Better hurry." She chimed.
"Can you help me?" He asked, as he held himself steady on the picnic table.
"Oh GOD" Ashley sighed. She went over and pulled his arm over her shoulder. "Ready?"
R: 1 / I: 1 / P: 2
Sister's Payback - The Ledger
My name is Bob, I am 22 years old. I live with my mother Jane and sister Susie, who just turned 18. My father left us when I was 15 and Susie was just 8. Since mom worked a lot of hours to make enough to support the family I often had to watch Susie. I am 6?4? tall like my dad, but Susie was always petite about 5?1? tall and only 98 lbs. even at age 18. I don’t know why but I always teased Susie about being short, saying things like:
- that’s the long and short of it
- what is the difference between a midget and a dwarf, and which one are you?
- can you limbo under the couch and see if the remote fell under there?
- asking her to stand up when she was already standing
- telling her she has pretty eyes, when she was standing on a chair or up a couple of steps, like I’ve never seen them before. Susie never seemed upset when I called her shorty or half pint or any other name you can imagine as a rude thing to say to a short (or vertically challenged) person, but I was about to find out she was keeping score and payback would be a ballbuster.
Today mom came home in a bad mood and seemed to take it out on me, but not on Susie. I was a little annoyed with that and called Susie a midget. Mom hit the roof “You’ve lived here rent free since you graduated high school and I have treated you with a respect that you haven’t really earned, but all you do is mooch and pick on your little (and here I made the mistake of snickering at the little comment) sister. Those days are over mister. Susie go get your ledger.” “What ledger?” I asked. “The ledger mom told me to start about 3 years ago, counting every time you insulted me or picked on me”, Susie said. Now I was getting nervous. I was kidding most of the time but if she wrote down every time it would look bad. “Now if you want to continue to live here, there will be new rules.” Mom said in a stern tone. “Your rude and mean comments to your sister have put you in debt to her and we will even this ledger starting now.” “Mom I was only teasing her, and she acted like she didn’t care, but if she wants to call me dummy, or idiot or
whatever she can go ahead.”
“You are an idiot but you don’t get to decide how she pays you back. SHE DOES!! With my help and guidance.” Just then Susie returned with the ledger actually 3 spiral notebooks, wow was I really that mean? “Susie do you have our running total?” “Yes mom, it’s 8913. Wow what a dick he’s been.” said Susie with a little smile at me, knowing she was getting
some payback of some sort which I was unaware as of yet.
Mom sat down on the couch and told Susie and me to sit as well. “Here is what Susie will get to choose from for a
total payback of eight thousand nine hundred thirteen: she can insult you, which you deserve but I wouldn’t waste them on, or make you do a chore for her, or look taller for 1 minute by forcing you to lay down so she stand on you…” At this point I started to object but was silenced by a slap in the face from Susie. “…as I was saying stand on you for 1 minute, or slap you as you just witnessed but that was to stop you interrupting so it won’t count against Susie, or kick you, or jump on you but that will take off 2 points even though she is very petite, or make you rub her feet for 5 minutes, or clean her shoes with your tongue 1 point for a pair of shoes, or practice her self defense moves for 5 minutes but that will cost 5 points per kick or punch charge and you can’t fight back, oh I forgot punching and kicking 1 point each but because I feel some sympathy kicks to the balls will count 2 points if Susie wears heels or boots, 1 point if her tennies or barefoot. Susie have I forgotten any?”
“Yes mom how many points if I stick my sweaty socks in his mouth?
- that’s the long and short of it
- what is the difference between a midget and a dwarf, and which one are you?
- can you limbo under the couch and see if the remote fell under there?
- asking her to stand up when she was already standing
- telling her she has pretty eyes, when she was standing on a chair or up a couple of steps, like I’ve never seen them before. Susie never seemed upset when I called her shorty or half pint or any other name you can imagine as a rude thing to say to a short (or vertically challenged) person, but I was about to find out she was keeping score and payback would be a ballbuster.
Today mom came home in a bad mood and seemed to take it out on me, but not on Susie. I was a little annoyed with that and called Susie a midget. Mom hit the roof “You’ve lived here rent free since you graduated high school and I have treated you with a respect that you haven’t really earned, but all you do is mooch and pick on your little (and here I made the mistake of snickering at the little comment) sister. Those days are over mister. Susie go get your ledger.” “What ledger?” I asked. “The ledger mom told me to start about 3 years ago, counting every time you insulted me or picked on me”, Susie said. Now I was getting nervous. I was kidding most of the time but if she wrote down every time it would look bad. “Now if you want to continue to live here, there will be new rules.” Mom said in a stern tone. “Your rude and mean comments to your sister have put you in debt to her and we will even this ledger starting now.” “Mom I was only teasing her, and she acted like she didn’t care, but if she wants to call me dummy, or idiot or
whatever she can go ahead.”
“You are an idiot but you don’t get to decide how she pays you back. SHE DOES!! With my help and guidance.” Just then Susie returned with the ledger actually 3 spiral notebooks, wow was I really that mean? “Susie do you have our running total?” “Yes mom, it’s 8913. Wow what a dick he’s been.” said Susie with a little smile at me, knowing she was getting
some payback of some sort which I was unaware as of yet.
Mom sat down on the couch and told Susie and me to sit as well. “Here is what Susie will get to choose from for a
total payback of eight thousand nine hundred thirteen: she can insult you, which you deserve but I wouldn’t waste them on, or make you do a chore for her, or look taller for 1 minute by forcing you to lay down so she stand on you…” At this point I started to object but was silenced by a slap in the face from Susie. “…as I was saying stand on you for 1 minute, or slap you as you just witnessed but that was to stop you interrupting so it won’t count against Susie, or kick you, or jump on you but that will take off 2 points even though she is very petite, or make you rub her feet for 5 minutes, or clean her shoes with your tongue 1 point for a pair of shoes, or practice her self defense moves for 5 minutes but that will cost 5 points per kick or punch charge and you can’t fight back, oh I forgot punching and kicking 1 point each but because I feel some sympathy kicks to the balls will count 2 points if Susie wears heels or boots, 1 point if her tennies or barefoot. Susie have I forgotten any?”
“Yes mom how many points if I stick my sweaty socks in his mouth?
R: 1 / I: 0 / P: 3
Harmless Prank
“Your water is boiling.” Bobbie called.
“Awesome.” Brittney came running into the kitchen. Grace and Bobbie were sitting at the table.
“You makin’ tea or something?” Bobbie asked.
“Nope, not exactly” She said.
“Well what then? Why’re you being so mysterious?”
Brittany laughed. “Do you mind if I hurt your brother?”
Grace laughed. “Of course not.”
Brittany smiled enthusiastically. “Awesome, but this is gonna REALLY hurt.” She gestured toward the boiling water.
“What!?!” Grace feigned shock, but then broke into laughter with Bobbie. “Oh my gosh, that's too much”
“You don't want me to do it?”
“YES! Of course I want you to do it, it's gonna be hilarious!”
“Alright then…” Brittney poured the boiling water into a big tea cup. “Nathan is supposed to get up for his second job in about a half an hour…what do you think about giving him an early wake up call?” Bobbie laughed. “You're so evil.” “I know, dontcha love me?” She quipped. Grace and Bobbie laughed. “Now let's be super quiet when we go in his room, he'll be sleeping soundly cause he's been kind of sleep deprived for a while now, but still, we don't wanna ruin it by waking him up.” The girls all tiptoed down the hall. Bobbie took charge of opening the door, and she did it with only the slightest squeaking noise. The girls quietly gathered around his bed. He was lying on his back with the covers over one leg and his swollen genitals. Brittany ever so carefully lifted the blanket, revealing his gross swollen bruised balls. “Ewwww.” Grace whispered. Bobbie and Brittany both shushed her. Brittany prepared the cup carefully to be poured. The steam was still rising aggressively from the near boiling water. She quickly dumped it over his manhood and jumped back. Nathan started moaning. The girls snickered. After just a few seconds he started freaking out. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” The girls were cracking up. “What did you do to me!?!?!??” He jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. The girls laughed at how quickly he ran.
“Oh my god, he's freaking out.” Bobbie laughed, as the girls chased after him.
“What are you doing?” Grace laughed as she saw him rummaging through the freezer. Her question was answered when he pulled out a bag of ice and collapsed to the floor with it between his legs. The girls broke into another level of hilarious laughter when they saw the ice.
“Is that helping?” Bobbie laughingly asked.
“No” Nathan muttered. He was rocking back and forth. Beads of sweat had formed all over his body. The girls laughed.
“You better be careful, you might get frostbite.” Brittney warned.
“I don't think he's worried about that right now.” Grace laughed. “That was seriously hot water Nathan…it was freakin' boiling like 5 seconds before she poured it on you.”
Nathan heard this and imagined himself with no skin sensation left on his dick. The thought made him sick. He crawled over to the garbage and started vomiting.
“Ewwww” The girls cried in unison.
“You might wanna get some burn ointment or something.” Brittany suggested.
“I actually have some…” Bobbies voice trailed off as if she didn't mean to say it. Nathan's head turned.
“You have some” Nathan asked.
“Nevermind.” Bobbie denied.
“Please Bobbie, let me use it, please, this hurts so bad.” He almost started crying.
“Oh my gosh, are you crying?” Grace asked. “Don't give it to him, he's just trying to guilt trip you.”
“No! Grace please, I'm not trying to guilt trip her, look. I was just burned with boiling water, I need it!”
“Well that's too bad cause it's mine, and it was expensive.”
“Please I'll pay you back for it. Bobbie Please! This is fucking killing me!”
“It's really expensive Aloe Vera though…” Bobbie said. Grace sputtered a laugh, while Brittany smiled contentedly. Nathan was feeling woozy and overwhelmed.
“Please, let me just pay you for it.”
“K, well, maybe I could let you use it if you let us use your credit card online.”
“Awesome.” Brittney came running into the kitchen. Grace and Bobbie were sitting at the table.
“You makin’ tea or something?” Bobbie asked.
“Nope, not exactly” She said.
“Well what then? Why’re you being so mysterious?”
Brittany laughed. “Do you mind if I hurt your brother?”
Grace laughed. “Of course not.”
Brittany smiled enthusiastically. “Awesome, but this is gonna REALLY hurt.” She gestured toward the boiling water.
“What!?!” Grace feigned shock, but then broke into laughter with Bobbie. “Oh my gosh, that's too much”
“You don't want me to do it?”
“YES! Of course I want you to do it, it's gonna be hilarious!”
“Alright then…” Brittney poured the boiling water into a big tea cup. “Nathan is supposed to get up for his second job in about a half an hour…what do you think about giving him an early wake up call?” Bobbie laughed. “You're so evil.” “I know, dontcha love me?” She quipped. Grace and Bobbie laughed. “Now let's be super quiet when we go in his room, he'll be sleeping soundly cause he's been kind of sleep deprived for a while now, but still, we don't wanna ruin it by waking him up.” The girls all tiptoed down the hall. Bobbie took charge of opening the door, and she did it with only the slightest squeaking noise. The girls quietly gathered around his bed. He was lying on his back with the covers over one leg and his swollen genitals. Brittany ever so carefully lifted the blanket, revealing his gross swollen bruised balls. “Ewwww.” Grace whispered. Bobbie and Brittany both shushed her. Brittany prepared the cup carefully to be poured. The steam was still rising aggressively from the near boiling water. She quickly dumped it over his manhood and jumped back. Nathan started moaning. The girls snickered. After just a few seconds he started freaking out. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” The girls were cracking up. “What did you do to me!?!?!??” He jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. The girls laughed at how quickly he ran.
“Oh my god, he's freaking out.” Bobbie laughed, as the girls chased after him.
“What are you doing?” Grace laughed as she saw him rummaging through the freezer. Her question was answered when he pulled out a bag of ice and collapsed to the floor with it between his legs. The girls broke into another level of hilarious laughter when they saw the ice.
“Is that helping?” Bobbie laughingly asked.
“No” Nathan muttered. He was rocking back and forth. Beads of sweat had formed all over his body. The girls laughed.
“You better be careful, you might get frostbite.” Brittney warned.
“I don't think he's worried about that right now.” Grace laughed. “That was seriously hot water Nathan…it was freakin' boiling like 5 seconds before she poured it on you.”
Nathan heard this and imagined himself with no skin sensation left on his dick. The thought made him sick. He crawled over to the garbage and started vomiting.
“Ewwww” The girls cried in unison.
“You might wanna get some burn ointment or something.” Brittany suggested.
“I actually have some…” Bobbies voice trailed off as if she didn't mean to say it. Nathan's head turned.
“You have some” Nathan asked.
“Nevermind.” Bobbie denied.
“Please Bobbie, let me use it, please, this hurts so bad.” He almost started crying.
“Oh my gosh, are you crying?” Grace asked. “Don't give it to him, he's just trying to guilt trip you.”
“No! Grace please, I'm not trying to guilt trip her, look. I was just burned with boiling water, I need it!”
“Well that's too bad cause it's mine, and it was expensive.”
“Please I'll pay you back for it. Bobbie Please! This is fucking killing me!”
“It's really expensive Aloe Vera though…” Bobbie said. Grace sputtered a laugh, while Brittany smiled contentedly. Nathan was feeling woozy and overwhelmed.
“Please, let me just pay you for it.”
“K, well, maybe I could let you use it if you let us use your credit card online.”
R: 4 / I: 13 / P: 3
Spanking Art / pictures
Let's have a spanking femdom thread!!
R: 3 / I: 2 / P: 3
School days - Scrambled Eggs
Chelsea and Jody rode the school bus home together, as they had since beginning MacCordum Academy earlier that week. Only this time was different everything had changed. They could hardly contain their glee as they adjusted to the new reality of the world in which they lived. What had heretofore been a boring, humdrumb life full of rules, had now become one of excitement and opportunity.
Only hours before they had learned that one half of the human species suffered from an immense flaw, one which it was every females right to exploit to her own ends be it control, pleasure, etc. Of course, being of Middle School age, the girls did not fully comprehend this paradigm, but they understood enough. They understood that boys had balls and girls didnt, and that with very little effort a girl could cause a boy indescribable pain, a pain which he could not reciprocate to her. They further understood that MacCordum Academy was going to be a place where they would have plenty of opportunities to hurt boys. When boys acted badly as theyre prone to do they would be punished, and the girls who acted good, well they would be rewarded by getting to deliver the punishment.
The girls exited the bus and walked together in their upscale suburban community. Chelsea couldnt help but fixate on the groin of every male she saw. Only that morning she had never given any thought to what lay between a males legs, now it was as if she couldnt see anything except that. Unconsciously, she rubbed the area between her own legs through her kilt, as if reassuring herself. It was nice and smooth down there. Looking at another passing mans groin, she couldnt help but wonder what it must feel like to have stuff hanging down there, and to walk around in the knowledge that at any moment you could be reduced to a pathetic heap as a result of those dangling bits.
This brought Chelseas mind to her brother, Bobby. She was quite sure that Bobby had no idea about the weakness between his legs, since she hadnt known. And had he been kicked in the balls before, she reasoned, theres no way he would be so damn obnoxious. No, he would fear her, as he should - and as he soon would.
As if reading her mind, Jody said, I cant wait to nail Brian right in his pathetic little nuts tonight! This is going to be soo awesome! The girls giggled loudly thinking about the tormet they would unleash on their unsuspecting little brothers. As they walked, they would stop every few paces to fake kick one another between the legs after all, neither of them had kicked someone there before, they needed to make sure their aim was good. This would not be a problem for either girl, as they were both excellent soccer players.
The girls parted ways, with promises to call one another and share all the gorish details once they had nailed their brothers. Chelsea walked into her house. Im home.
Up here dear, replied her mother.
Chelsea walked into the kitchen where her mother was doing some baking. Her mother turned to her. How was your day at school? she asked.
Chelsea didnt quite know what to say. Madame had said something about all of their mothers knowing about what happened, and that they would explain more to them about the system at MacCordum, but she was still hesitant to broke the subject.
Seeing her daughters excitement but mixed with hesitancy, Chelseas mother saved her the trouble. Oh dear, I know all about what happened today. I think its marvelous.
You do! Chelsea squealed and embraced her mom. This is so awesome. Thank you for sending me to this school!
I wouldnt have it any other way, she replied. I went there after all.
Really? Chelseas mind processed the information. That means
Oh yes, dear. Ive kicked and stomped more pairs of testicles than I can recall, a devious smile came to her face.
Only hours before they had learned that one half of the human species suffered from an immense flaw, one which it was every females right to exploit to her own ends be it control, pleasure, etc. Of course, being of Middle School age, the girls did not fully comprehend this paradigm, but they understood enough. They understood that boys had balls and girls didnt, and that with very little effort a girl could cause a boy indescribable pain, a pain which he could not reciprocate to her. They further understood that MacCordum Academy was going to be a place where they would have plenty of opportunities to hurt boys. When boys acted badly as theyre prone to do they would be punished, and the girls who acted good, well they would be rewarded by getting to deliver the punishment.
The girls exited the bus and walked together in their upscale suburban community. Chelsea couldnt help but fixate on the groin of every male she saw. Only that morning she had never given any thought to what lay between a males legs, now it was as if she couldnt see anything except that. Unconsciously, she rubbed the area between her own legs through her kilt, as if reassuring herself. It was nice and smooth down there. Looking at another passing mans groin, she couldnt help but wonder what it must feel like to have stuff hanging down there, and to walk around in the knowledge that at any moment you could be reduced to a pathetic heap as a result of those dangling bits.
This brought Chelseas mind to her brother, Bobby. She was quite sure that Bobby had no idea about the weakness between his legs, since she hadnt known. And had he been kicked in the balls before, she reasoned, theres no way he would be so damn obnoxious. No, he would fear her, as he should - and as he soon would.
As if reading her mind, Jody said, I cant wait to nail Brian right in his pathetic little nuts tonight! This is going to be soo awesome! The girls giggled loudly thinking about the tormet they would unleash on their unsuspecting little brothers. As they walked, they would stop every few paces to fake kick one another between the legs after all, neither of them had kicked someone there before, they needed to make sure their aim was good. This would not be a problem for either girl, as they were both excellent soccer players.
The girls parted ways, with promises to call one another and share all the gorish details once they had nailed their brothers. Chelsea walked into her house. Im home.
Up here dear, replied her mother.
Chelsea walked into the kitchen where her mother was doing some baking. Her mother turned to her. How was your day at school? she asked.
Chelsea didnt quite know what to say. Madame had said something about all of their mothers knowing about what happened, and that they would explain more to them about the system at MacCordum, but she was still hesitant to broke the subject.
Seeing her daughters excitement but mixed with hesitancy, Chelseas mother saved her the trouble. Oh dear, I know all about what happened today. I think its marvelous.
You do! Chelsea squealed and embraced her mom. This is so awesome. Thank you for sending me to this school!
I wouldnt have it any other way, she replied. I went there after all.
Really? Chelseas mind processed the information. That means
Oh yes, dear. Ive kicked and stomped more pairs of testicles than I can recall, a devious smile came to her face.
R: 3 / I: 2 / P: 3
School days - Sex Education
Chelsea and the other students were sitting in the classroom, waiting for the teacher. There were about thirty of them in all, each student wearing their private school uniforms. The girls in white French blouses and kilts, the boys in white dress shirts and black pants. Chelsea was new to this school, as they all were. It was the first week of class, and they were the lowest grade at MacCordum Academy, a prestigious school known for getting results. Its students scored among the highest in the country and its students went on to the top colleges.
Of course, none of that meant anything to Chelsea, who at the moment was chatting with her new best friend, Jody. They had quickly become friends, finding they shared many things in common - they both liked playing soccer, they both detested sitting in a classroom, and of course, they both hated their annoying brothers.
Their chatting came to a halt as the door closed behind them, and Madame Theriault walked in between a row of desks to the front of the class, her high heels clacking on the ceramic tile floor. She walked with a steady and confidence gait, surveying the classroom with her sharp blue eyes, resting behind her narrow glasses. Her blond hair was tied back neatly in a bun. With a similar shade of hair, Chelsea couldn't help but admire it, in fact she admired everything about her. There was just something about her that inspired respect. It wasn't just her, the entire class had fell silent as soon as she entered the room.
Madame took her place in front of the board and addressed the class. "Good morning everyone," she said in her steady tone, which did not sound at all friendly. "Now that you have all settled into the Academy, it is time that I give you the most important lesson of all, and teach you about discipline." At the sound of that word, every student in the class shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"What sets this school apart from all others is the discipline with which students conduct themselves. We have a clear system of rules. Those who violate it will receive the strictest of punishment," she said, looking at the boys' side of the room. "However," she added with a rare smile as she turned her gaze to the girls' side "those who follow the rules will excel and be amply rewarded."
"How this system works will become clear to you throughout the day. Now, let's begin today's lesson."
Madame dimmed the lights and turned on the digital projector. The students were stunned by what they saw. At the top of the screen it said "Sex Education" and underneath, side by side, were the diagrams of male and female genitalia. Shock soon turned to giggles, as this was the first time any of these students had seen such images.
Chelsea was stunned. She clearly recognized the vagina as something that she had, but she was transfixed on the image of the penis, or more specifically, the penis and "testicles" as the heading over the picture said. This was the first time she had ever seen a penis, and she had never even heard of "testicles" before. Beside her, Jody was equally transfixed.
Of course, none of that meant anything to Chelsea, who at the moment was chatting with her new best friend, Jody. They had quickly become friends, finding they shared many things in common - they both liked playing soccer, they both detested sitting in a classroom, and of course, they both hated their annoying brothers.
Their chatting came to a halt as the door closed behind them, and Madame Theriault walked in between a row of desks to the front of the class, her high heels clacking on the ceramic tile floor. She walked with a steady and confidence gait, surveying the classroom with her sharp blue eyes, resting behind her narrow glasses. Her blond hair was tied back neatly in a bun. With a similar shade of hair, Chelsea couldn't help but admire it, in fact she admired everything about her. There was just something about her that inspired respect. It wasn't just her, the entire class had fell silent as soon as she entered the room.
Madame took her place in front of the board and addressed the class. "Good morning everyone," she said in her steady tone, which did not sound at all friendly. "Now that you have all settled into the Academy, it is time that I give you the most important lesson of all, and teach you about discipline." At the sound of that word, every student in the class shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"What sets this school apart from all others is the discipline with which students conduct themselves. We have a clear system of rules. Those who violate it will receive the strictest of punishment," she said, looking at the boys' side of the room. "However," she added with a rare smile as she turned her gaze to the girls' side "those who follow the rules will excel and be amply rewarded."
"How this system works will become clear to you throughout the day. Now, let's begin today's lesson."
Madame dimmed the lights and turned on the digital projector. The students were stunned by what they saw. At the top of the screen it said "Sex Education" and underneath, side by side, were the diagrams of male and female genitalia. Shock soon turned to giggles, as this was the first time any of these students had seen such images.
Chelsea was stunned. She clearly recognized the vagina as something that she had, but she was transfixed on the image of the penis, or more specifically, the penis and "testicles" as the heading over the picture said. This was the first time she had ever seen a penis, and she had never even heard of "testicles" before. Beside her, Jody was equally transfixed.
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Coloring Time
It's coloring time faggits! Post your works here!!
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3 Giantess Mayhem
3 Giantess Mayhem! You have been shrunken by 3 grills! Can you survive?
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New Socks
Sister tests new socks out on her brother!
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BBzine
BUST-The Ballbusting Magazine for Girls
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Kami Tora Art
The Wicked Stepmother
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my story
>Be me.
>Be the youngest of three children and the only girl.
>No male role models in the home as I grew up because my father took off within days after I was born.
>Mother was left to raise us when the oldest brother was 4 and the middle brother was 3 and as I said, I was just days old. >The first thing I remember of discipline in the home was when my oldest brother was late getting home from school.
>Mother took Michael into his room and stripped him naked and whipped his ass with a switch from the yard.
>She didn't close the door and I watched as she put red marks across his butt.
>He screamed and fought to stop her but it only made her whip him harder.
>It seams a though from that day forward neither of the boys could do anything right, almost everyday one of them was stripped and punished.
>Mother started to make sure that I was watching every-time they were disciplined. >I know she enjoyed doing it to them because she would tell me every-time how worthless they were and that someday they would turn into worthless men.
>In my preteen years I felt sorry for them but as I grew older I began to enjoy watching as they were being beaten.
>Once when Michael was about 16 he tried to see a girl behind mothers back but she found out.
>I wasn't sure if she was going to kill him or not but I figured she knew what she was doing.
>She had stripped him and as she was whipping his ass she made sure the tip of the belt went between his legs and slapped his balls.
>On the first hit he dropped to the floor like a rock.
>I almost wet myself as I watched him trying to protect his balls.
>He was unable to get up as mother kept wailing away with the belt.
>The belt went across his ass and the backs of his legs and everything he moved his hands to save his ass the next fling of the belt went across his balls.
>I had never seen her so mad as she yelled at him to stay away from girls or she would cut his nuts off.
>I'm twenty four now and I can't have any good relationships with men.
>It seem as though they are just like mother said, "worthless".
>All they want to do is get into your pants and fuck.
>I want a husband but I'm not going to be a sex machine for any man.
>My mother had had many long talks with me at night and had always told me that the best way to cool of a man was to disable or to remove his balls.
>So all I had to do was figure out which man and how I was going to castrate him.
>I had just bought a house and was working on training my kitten to be my castrator.
>I haven't said much about my brother David which is a miserable wimp.
>He watched Michael's beatings and he received many of his own.
>I do believe that he is even afraid of his own shadow.
>I called him over and told him I needed help training my kitten.
>That didn't seem to be to threatening so he came over.
>I told his to strip and to get onto the bed.
>Be the youngest of three children and the only girl.
>No male role models in the home as I grew up because my father took off within days after I was born.
>Mother was left to raise us when the oldest brother was 4 and the middle brother was 3 and as I said, I was just days old. >The first thing I remember of discipline in the home was when my oldest brother was late getting home from school.
>Mother took Michael into his room and stripped him naked and whipped his ass with a switch from the yard.
>She didn't close the door and I watched as she put red marks across his butt.
>He screamed and fought to stop her but it only made her whip him harder.
>It seams a though from that day forward neither of the boys could do anything right, almost everyday one of them was stripped and punished.
>Mother started to make sure that I was watching every-time they were disciplined. >I know she enjoyed doing it to them because she would tell me every-time how worthless they were and that someday they would turn into worthless men.
>In my preteen years I felt sorry for them but as I grew older I began to enjoy watching as they were being beaten.
>Once when Michael was about 16 he tried to see a girl behind mothers back but she found out.
>I wasn't sure if she was going to kill him or not but I figured she knew what she was doing.
>She had stripped him and as she was whipping his ass she made sure the tip of the belt went between his legs and slapped his balls.
>On the first hit he dropped to the floor like a rock.
>I almost wet myself as I watched him trying to protect his balls.
>He was unable to get up as mother kept wailing away with the belt.
>The belt went across his ass and the backs of his legs and everything he moved his hands to save his ass the next fling of the belt went across his balls.
>I had never seen her so mad as she yelled at him to stay away from girls or she would cut his nuts off.
>I'm twenty four now and I can't have any good relationships with men.
>It seem as though they are just like mother said, "worthless".
>All they want to do is get into your pants and fuck.
>I want a husband but I'm not going to be a sex machine for any man.
>My mother had had many long talks with me at night and had always told me that the best way to cool of a man was to disable or to remove his balls.
>So all I had to do was figure out which man and how I was going to castrate him.
>I had just bought a house and was working on training my kitten to be my castrator.
>I haven't said much about my brother David which is a miserable wimp.
>He watched Michael's beatings and he received many of his own.
>I do believe that he is even afraid of his own shadow.
>I called him over and told him I needed help training my kitten.
>That didn't seem to be to threatening so he came over.
>I told his to strip and to get onto the bed.
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KQ Femdom Thread
If anyone can find more pics from this site that would be great.
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Aunt Su
Paul had it down to a science. He'd lie on the floor in front of the
television and angle himself just right to see the reflection of his Aunt Su
Ling as she sat on the couch behind him. He had to catch the sun just right
as it washed through the big front living room window, but he'd done it
before, many times. And when it worked, his 14-year-old cock sprang to life
as he lay on his side facing away from her, watching the 40-year-old Asian
woman's long, lean legs as she lounged in tiny shorts on the couch
behind him, feet stuffed into short white socks and sneakers.
Paul was a leg man, a foot man, if one can use the term for so young a person.
Since he'd popped his first boner a couple years earlier, it was the legs and feet that got to
him - and all thanks to his Aunt Su Ling. They were at her pool one day
swimming, and she was sitting on the edge, her long legs dangling in the water, occasionally kicking a foot up in a motion that not only outlined the
long, hard lines of her sexy thigh muscles, but flashed her painted toenails
in the midday sun. It was around Paul's time of sexual awakening, and this
one day in particular solidified in his mind an image that would stay with him
the rest of his life.
Su Ling' own son, Mike, a goofy kid about 17 or so, was swimming by his mom
when she lashed out her legs, her feet capturing his head. Laughing at his
protests, she reeled him in, literally, scooping him back to the pool's edge
and capturing his head in her steely, wet thighs for a scissor hold. She sat
back on the deck of the pool and squeezed him hard enough to bring tears to
his eyes.
"Ma, please, not again, please, please…" the kid whimpered, his hands
meekly pulling at his mother's long, lean thighs.
Su Ling just leaned back on her hands and powered the hold down harder,
gritting her teeth, closing her almond-shaped eyes, her jet-black hair
touching the deck behind her as she crushed her son in her scissor lock.
"You know what I want, Mikey," she laughed, her sexy, exotic face scrunched up in concentration as she throbbed her long legs on his head.
television and angle himself just right to see the reflection of his Aunt Su
Ling as she sat on the couch behind him. He had to catch the sun just right
as it washed through the big front living room window, but he'd done it
before, many times. And when it worked, his 14-year-old cock sprang to life
as he lay on his side facing away from her, watching the 40-year-old Asian
woman's long, lean legs as she lounged in tiny shorts on the couch
behind him, feet stuffed into short white socks and sneakers.
Paul was a leg man, a foot man, if one can use the term for so young a person.
Since he'd popped his first boner a couple years earlier, it was the legs and feet that got to
him - and all thanks to his Aunt Su Ling. They were at her pool one day
swimming, and she was sitting on the edge, her long legs dangling in the water, occasionally kicking a foot up in a motion that not only outlined the
long, hard lines of her sexy thigh muscles, but flashed her painted toenails
in the midday sun. It was around Paul's time of sexual awakening, and this
one day in particular solidified in his mind an image that would stay with him
the rest of his life.
Su Ling' own son, Mike, a goofy kid about 17 or so, was swimming by his mom
when she lashed out her legs, her feet capturing his head. Laughing at his
protests, she reeled him in, literally, scooping him back to the pool's edge
and capturing his head in her steely, wet thighs for a scissor hold. She sat
back on the deck of the pool and squeezed him hard enough to bring tears to
his eyes.
"Ma, please, not again, please, please…" the kid whimpered, his hands
meekly pulling at his mother's long, lean thighs.
Su Ling just leaned back on her hands and powered the hold down harder,
gritting her teeth, closing her almond-shaped eyes, her jet-black hair
touching the deck behind her as she crushed her son in her scissor lock.
"You know what I want, Mikey," she laughed, her sexy, exotic face scrunched up in concentration as she throbbed her long legs on his head.
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Naked Boy Slave
The boy walked down the street following Caroline and her three teenage daughters, Kirsty, a 15 year old dressed in a thin blouse and short little mini skirt held on to his lead, it was attached to his collar, he was their slave and had no choice. The boy wore no clothing, not even a scrap to cover his sex, it was Caroline that had decided to keep her slave naked, after all, he had little to hide these days and she wanted everyone to see what she had done to him. Kirsty turned around and looked down at his pencil thin little penis as it swung too and fro over the void where his scrotum and testicles used to be, she remembered that day - the day they had castrated him. He was their new slave, the girls had helped their mother choose him at the slave market, now he was home, blushing as he was made to stand naked in front of the girls, the three of them giggling as Caroline went to find something to use, the girls knew that he was about to be castrated, but the boy had not been told that he was to have his manhood removed.
Caroline returned holding a tiny pair of nail scissors, she was the kind of woman that liked to do things slowly! “Nikki”, she said to her oldest daughter, “hold his penis for me”. The 17 year old reached out and held his cock, she felt it throb and grow hard in her hand, she giggled and thought to herself that he would soon be cured of things like that.
Kirsty watched as his penis hardened in Nikki’s hand, she was already excited and damp down there. Her mother took the little scissors and stuck them into his scrotum, the boy yelled out but she took no notice, Kirsty watched as she slowly and deliberately cut around the screaming boys sac, eventually pulling it from his body and leaving his exposed testicles hanging there, she desperately wanted to reach down and play with her clit as her other sister, 14 year old Clair walked up to him and began to examine his testicles, she watched as the pretty girl took hold of the scissors and calmly cut one of the boys testicles off, giggling as she ran off to play with it. Nikki was still holding him by his now limp penis as Clair removed his nut, she let it go and grabbed the scissors, she wanted some fun too, soon his remaining testicle was hers, she held it up so that he could see what she had taken from him, making sure that he knew that he was no longer a real male. Kirsty rushed off to her room, she began to play with herself, climaxing again and again until she was exhausted..
The boy groaned as the females walked into the clothes store, his lead was fixed to a hook and he was left standing there as they went around looking at underwear he was surrounded by females looking at clothes.
Caroline returned holding a tiny pair of nail scissors, she was the kind of woman that liked to do things slowly! “Nikki”, she said to her oldest daughter, “hold his penis for me”. The 17 year old reached out and held his cock, she felt it throb and grow hard in her hand, she giggled and thought to herself that he would soon be cured of things like that.
Kirsty watched as his penis hardened in Nikki’s hand, she was already excited and damp down there. Her mother took the little scissors and stuck them into his scrotum, the boy yelled out but she took no notice, Kirsty watched as she slowly and deliberately cut around the screaming boys sac, eventually pulling it from his body and leaving his exposed testicles hanging there, she desperately wanted to reach down and play with her clit as her other sister, 14 year old Clair walked up to him and began to examine his testicles, she watched as the pretty girl took hold of the scissors and calmly cut one of the boys testicles off, giggling as she ran off to play with it. Nikki was still holding him by his now limp penis as Clair removed his nut, she let it go and grabbed the scissors, she wanted some fun too, soon his remaining testicle was hers, she held it up so that he could see what she had taken from him, making sure that he knew that he was no longer a real male. Kirsty rushed off to her room, she began to play with herself, climaxing again and again until she was exhausted..
The boy groaned as the females walked into the clothes store, his lead was fixed to a hook and he was left standing there as they went around looking at underwear he was surrounded by females looking at clothes.
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Jodie & Knave
Jodie was out enjoying her daily jog. She was 25 years old and loved to work out and show off her magnificent body. Her breasts being especially large seemed to attract the most attention. She knew they were jiggling right now,
much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the
nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be
reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the
sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also
frightened off most potential male suitors.
Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at
the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them
“en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and
for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it
was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a
sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight
for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today
they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.
She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she
shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of
the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A young boy, she was uncertain as to his exact
age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d
have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.
“Can I have my ball back?”
“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.
“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”
“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you
like football?” she asked.
“Yup."
“I like football too.”
The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t
like football.”
“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play
football?”
“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.
much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the
nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be
reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the
sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also
frightened off most potential male suitors.
Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at
the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them
“en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and
for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it
was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a
sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight
for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today
they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.
She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she
shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of
the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A young boy, she was uncertain as to his exact
age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d
have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.
“Can I have my ball back?”
“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.
“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”
“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you
like football?” she asked.
“Yup."
“I like football too.”
The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t
like football.”
“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play
football?”
“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.
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Part 2?
If anyone has part two of this please post.
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Initiation in the girl’s room
On her twelve birthday young Jenny walked down the school corridor as normal and entered the girls cloakroom. As she walked into the locker room in the girls’ cloakroom she found a small group of girls giggling as they stood round her Maths teacher Mr. Brown. For a moment she thought that they had been caught hiding in the girls room when they should have been in class when a tall red haired girl she knew as Jane said in a low and excited voice “Come girls lets get him, lets do it to him.”
Mr. Brown just stood there acceptingly as the girls slowly walked
towards him with eager excited faces. When they got close enough to him they grabbed hold of him and threw him onto his back on the floor and held him down. Jane then ordered them to spread his legs and stood between them and stared into his eyes. A look of fear came across his face making Jane blush with excitement. Her face glowed red, her pupils became dilated and a slight glint of
perspiration gave away that she was getting very sexually turned
on. After staring into her eyes for about 3 minutes she purred
sexily “I’m going to kick you in your balls and I’m going to love
every minute of it.”
Jane continued to stare into his eyes as she smiled sadistically at him and then swung her right slowly back behind her and the sent it hard into his cock and balls savouring every moment. Jenny looked in astonishment as Jane panted and giggled with excitement as she inflicted pain on Mr. Brown’s cock and balls. She was sure that the other girls would stop Jane but to her surprise they encouraged her to do it again to him. After Jane had kicked him a few more times one of the girls complained that it was her turn to kick him and that Jane always got all the fun. Jane stood back from Mr. Brown and let the complaining girl have her turn. When she took Jane’s place between his legs she took her time in kicking him as hard as she could in his cock and balls and started to taunted him that girls were stronger than pathetic boys and were even better than disgusting men like him
Mr. Brown just stood there acceptingly as the girls slowly walked
towards him with eager excited faces. When they got close enough to him they grabbed hold of him and threw him onto his back on the floor and held him down. Jane then ordered them to spread his legs and stood between them and stared into his eyes. A look of fear came across his face making Jane blush with excitement. Her face glowed red, her pupils became dilated and a slight glint of
perspiration gave away that she was getting very sexually turned
on. After staring into her eyes for about 3 minutes she purred
sexily “I’m going to kick you in your balls and I’m going to love
every minute of it.”
Jane continued to stare into his eyes as she smiled sadistically at him and then swung her right slowly back behind her and the sent it hard into his cock and balls savouring every moment. Jenny looked in astonishment as Jane panted and giggled with excitement as she inflicted pain on Mr. Brown’s cock and balls. She was sure that the other girls would stop Jane but to her surprise they encouraged her to do it again to him. After Jane had kicked him a few more times one of the girls complained that it was her turn to kick him and that Jane always got all the fun. Jane stood back from Mr. Brown and let the complaining girl have her turn. When she took Jane’s place between his legs she took her time in kicking him as hard as she could in his cock and balls and started to taunted him that girls were stronger than pathetic boys and were even better than disgusting men like him