BallBusting the Delivery Driver

Dear FemdomU Forum,

After much contemplation, I have finally gathered the courage to share my own sexual adventure with you and your readers. As a delivery driver for the brown-truck company, my job involves delivering packages to various addresses throughout the city. It may not seem like the most exciting job, but let me tell you, it has its perks. One particular day, I was delivering a package to a house on my route, and as I approached the door, a beautiful woman answered. She had long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a seductive smile that could make any man weak in the knees.

She introduced herself as Amanda and invited me in for a drink to thank me for my speedy and efficient delivery. It was a hot day, I was ahead of schedule, so being the polite gentleman that I am, I accepted her offer and followed her into the living room. As we chatted, I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes lingered on my body, and I could feel a familiar stirring in my pants.

Amanda poured me a drink, but as I took a sip, I noticed a strange taste. Before I could even question her about it, my vision started to blur, and I felt my body go limp. The last thing I remember is Amanda’s wicked grin before everything went black.

When I woke up, I found myself standing, bound with my arms above me and my legs spread apart. I looked down and through my haziness noticed my uniform in a pile on the ground. That’s when I realized – I was fucking stark naked! I started to panic, not understanding how I ended up in this bizarre predicament. My head was pounding, and I could barely move, but what I noticed next made my heart race with both fear and excitement.

Amanda was standing in front of me, wearing a tight black leather outfit that left nothing to the imagination. I could feel my arousal growing despite the fear and confusion I was experiencing. She walked towards me, and I felt completely vulnerable. I tried to speak and realized I couldn’t due to the red ball gag in my mouth. The only thing that came out was a mufffled “whafuk??!”

Out of nowhere, she delivered a swift and sharp kick to my groin, causing me to gasp and cry out in pain. The searing intensity of the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, my body trembling with confusion and agony. I couldn’t understand why she would hurt me like this. As Amanda’s attack on my body continued, I couldn’t deny the conflicting feelings that washed over me – pleasure mixed with shame and fear. Each strike only heightened my arousal, but at the same time, I feared for the well-being of my cock asnd balls under her relentless assault. What was she doing to me? Would I be able to handle it?

Amanda’s eyes glinted with a predatory gleam as she noticed my growing arousal. She ended her kicks abruptly and slowly peeled off her leather gloves, revealing long, slender fingers that promised both pleasure and pain.

With an evil smirk on her face, she began to expertly torment me with her touch. Each caress of her fingers sent electric shocks of pleasure through my body, followed by sharp jolts of pain when she would squeeze my bruised cock or slap my throbbing balls.

As I neared the edge of ecstasy, Amanda’s movements became quicker and more ruthless. With one hand working my sensitive member and the other pulling and twisting my tortured flesh, she brought me closer to climax with each passing second.

And then it hit me. My whole body convulsed as intense waves of pleasure washed over me, surpassing any previous orgasm I had ever experienced. Pain mixed with lust and desire, creating a heady concoction that consumed my mind and body. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that Amanda’s skilled torture had brought me to.

Amanda released me from my restraints and I fell to the floor, panting and completely spent. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and my mind was swirling with questions. What had just happened? Why the fuck did I enjoy it? Would the pain in my balls go away? Was my dick going to be okay?

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, Amanda leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You were a good boy, Garrett. Next time you deliver a package here, I’ll expect you to last even longer.” And with that, she disappeared, leaving me alone to get dressed and return to my truck.

Since that day, I have been unable to stop thinking about Amanda and the intense pleasure she brought me through pain. I hope every day to see a package with her address on my route!

Sincerely,

Garrett