Ballbusting Training

Dominatrixes busting balls

It is no secret that focused training will yield the most gains, whether that is intellectual gains, or physical gains, or kinky gains; Consistency is key! I want to build a strong community with happy confident kinksters, and that starts by offering a more easy to follow regiment with a targeted BDSM training programme. More activities will be added to this roster as the project grows. But I thought I would start with one of our favorites: Ball Busting.

Mistress Isobel Devi Kicking a man
Take THAT!

A Quick Dick Break

Overview

My goal is to make you the ball bustee of your hottest dreams. Whether you are a novice, mostly inexperienced, or a complete wuss is not important. Only your desire to be kicked in the balls and learn to love it matters. Training begins at your comfort level and escalates slowly beyond your limits as you form new ones to surpass again and again. I use a combination of cognitive behavioral training and exposure therapy to get you the most painfully satisfying results possible.
There are no excuses not to stick to your training:

Details

Choose between 4 and 6 training sessions.
Train as often as daily or as leisurely as monthly.
Training is personalized to your personal fitness level and limitations.
No alterations or reschedules.

Philosophy

Taking a kick to the groin for a woman is the epitome of manliness by many accounts. What can ooze more stoic masculinity than accepting her gift with honor and gratitude? A crack to the nuts is a blessing, like a sensual kiss from the angel of death. The stronger the wave of her powerful blow washing through you, the deeper and more satisfying the pleasure I receive from it.

So what is your ultimate gift to a woman? An ultimate sacrifice, though tantalizing to the mind and soul, offers little in longevity to your commitment in My sadistic satisfaction. I want your balls, but I want them attached to you with every nerve ending still tragically alive and suffering for me. If I shall be spoiled with a fine pleasure like breaking your balls, they are to heal quickly so that I may indulge frequently and more viciously each time. The more agony your voice betrays while I toy with you, the more compelling the urge to let my eyes roll back, enraptured by the power your misery supplies me with.

I will break you, but only so much so that I can break you again and again. When your vision betrays you, my foot will be there to remind your balls where the floor is. No cigarette is required for me to grind my heel into the concrete, your scrotum will do. It flattens so nicely under my platform heels after all. If only you deserved to feel my bare foot’s devastation, but I have to be certain there will be no attempts to escape from between my toes first. Some joyful stomps should set you up for success and good behavior.

Every scar you earn from me will add to your worth in my stable. Like shining medals lining a submissive uniform, my marks will award those brave enough to take on a life of sacrifice to woman. How far are you prepared to go with Me?

Dominatrixes busting balls
These have some potential for fun.

Girls are Evil

It is true, we are all a little blood thirsty; or a lot blood thirsty.

Certainly it is possible to curb misandry with logical thoughts of particular versus general fault, but where is the pleasurable gain in that? Not all girls relish in vivid fantasy of hitting guys where it hurts, but most do, and some love to indulge.

I am not addicted to ball busting, I simply demand it because I am a Princess.

Emasculating by blunt force is the tuning fork for My inner serenity and bliss. Catering to My madness requires dedication, and a resilient pair of balls. Know your place beneath My heel and accept every punch, kick, and whack with honorable subordination to your cause for your superior. 

Flamboyant masculinity sickens Me, and I will seek to correct it with a firm hand, and a committed foot, directly where it stems, at the odious well of libido between a mans legs. 

Surrender your unworthy dangly parts for My wicked indulgence. The screams of your torment are the elixir I seek for the vice which burns deep withing Me.

Denver Dominatrix Isobel Devi punishing a man
These things are broken or something. Maybe a couple of whacks will fix them.
Denver Mistress Isobel Devi punishing a man over her lap.
Regular spankings are not working on you, maybe spanking your balls will work best.

Swing

The swing-set is my favorite playground item. It is the feeling of weightlessness at the ends of each swing that spins My mind into a serene kind of frenzy. As I gained air and momentum, My white dress flared up to catch the wind. I stretched My pale little feet out as far as I could shooting up and then back. 

From way up high at the beginning of another exciting swing I spotted a man-boy approaching with his hands held wide as if to receive Me for a big embrace. He was statured like a man, but had the look of a boy; lightly freckled skin, perfect blue eyes. He was very near now, almost beneath Me, perhaps looking up My dress which  had taken to streaming behind Me like a long angelic tail. 

I saw his beautiful face arranged perfectly for kissing, and as My gondola of joy brought Me down to My cortier I dismissed it all for what appeared to be a target, right between his legs. It beseeched Me and I obliged, landing My tiny slippered foot right on the target. I felt the dull impact, like stepping on an expired wafer, against the body of My little foot. The squishy flesh beneath his crunchy gentleman pants gave way, almost enveloping its attacker. Simultaneously the impact sent him to his toes, his eyes widening to accept the gesture with stoic gratitude. 

My seat swung back sharply, pulling Me back on course against all physical reason. From the pinnacle I saw him again below Me, waiting, and I came down for another bull’s eye, laughing with maniacal pleasure as I descended. This time he became air borne, his face of masochistic bliss even more distorted, smiling at Me.

I kicked the man in the genitals again, and again until his head grew large with pressure like a balloon and finally burst, propagating a colorful shower of marshmallow candy bits. Each little sugar morsel melted into a gooey frosting as it rained down upon Me and the playground. 

A drowning sensation woke Me from My dream. Have you had any kinky dreams lately? Share them in the comments or if you are shy in a private conversation with me.

Torture…

When dealing with a sadist, torture can be quite inevitable. But why attempt such robbery to one’s self? Behind the complex fabric of our existence, delicate math erects the foundation of all that was, is, and will be. There are equalities and inequalities, and each is addressed respectively to derive the optimal result.

If you wish to make a sadist happy, because Her laugh is sweeter than any other poison to cross your lips, you will simply have to endure the torture which fills her black heart with glee. There are formulas for this, but My suggestion will be blind trust, for optimal benefit. I know you want to hurt for Me, as much I want to elicit the torment from your voice in chilling howls and desperate pleas. 

want to talk about it?

Text Me Call Me