Like a kick in the balls
For those of you who follow Me on twitter, it will be of no surprise to read the following words:
I absolutely adore ballbusting!
I have been kicking balls since the tender age of 13. When I was in school, I used to mostly hang out with boys. In fact, My group of friends was a group of 5 boys. They mostly saw Me as one of them, as I was never the most feminine of girls. Magazines and make-up didn’t interest Me. I preferred bunking off school with My guy friends and smoking cigarettes with them on the basketball court. There was one problem with spending all My time with boys though: They said a lot of very offensive stuff. So I developed a sort of edit button. If one of them made fun of Me or said something sexist… WHAM!!! an unexpected kick straight to the balls. It hurt, they would crumble to the ground and whimper, and I would tower above them with a side smile on My face, saying something like :”You should have thought before you spoke”.
Strangely enough,these boys remained My friends for many years, despite their habit of flinching every time I made a brusque movement.
After school, I lost the habit of kicking boys in the balls. Apart from the occasional scrotal punt when another chef was pissing Me off or trying to sexually harass Me in kitchens, I stayed mostly kick free. So you can imagine My joy when I found out that My new profession meant that men would come to Me and ASK Me to kick them in the balls! I was positively delighted. Having had much experience during My teenage years, I was of course more than prepared for this and took to the art of ballbusting with gusto. I may not be the hardest kicker out there, but My aim and accuracy are unmatched. I have a knack for impaling bollocks on the tip on My shoe, as I do for crushing them between My heel and the pubic bone. Recently, I discovered the joy of ballbusting a man when he is sucked up into a vacuum bed. Let Me tell you, the pure pleasure of seeing My victim unable to escape as I press all of My weight onto his balls and gently slide My foot down over them, crushing them as I go is beyond comparison.
I think kicks in the balls do wonders for discipline and training. A man whose balls are Mine to toy with will never doubt his place in the world, as his manhood is Mine, and I will do with it as I choose.