It’s my oldest, hardest limit. Being hit there….y’know…. there.
So ball busting, the BDSM practise where the Dominatrix kicks the submissive in his testicles, that’s never going to happen, right?
But what if it was to happen? Just once.
One step at a time, Elita led me to the very edge; she let me take a long, close look and then, gazing straight into my eyes, she pushed me over.
The intensity of the build up, the panic before the act itself, the desperation to overcome the sensations it caused; these were new extremes in our exploration of my masochism.
She has never taken better care of me, nor hurt me more
which, in a strange way, made this session perfect.
If you are not horrified by the very idea, or even if you are, you can read more about this intense, challenging and rewarding experience here.
More, though hopefully less extreme, sin here: