Ballbuster

"Fuck me! I'm a horny slut and I need to be fucked!"

I slid her to the floor. With her hands bound behind her, her breasts and head rested on the soft
carpet. I grabbed her hips and thrust in doggy style. She screamed and begged me to fuck her
harder. I have no idea how many times she came before she collapsed on the floor with me on
and in her.

I pulled out and stood, yanking her to her knees. She was startled, but opened readily and took
me in her mouth. I fucked her face until I came. Ellen always did like sucking cock and this was
the best she ever had been. I carried her to bed and removed her handcuffs. She curled against
me, entwining our bodies. With soft, barely focused eyes, she gazed into my face.

"That spanking hurt, Jack," she whispered.

"Good. I'll spank you, Ellen, every time you need it. Tell the truth. You were aroused and you
loved it."

The sly, sexy look told me I was right, but she might never admit it.

"Of course not. Promise me you'll never do it again."

"I promise you I'll do it every time you need it. And, next time I'll not be as gentle."

She didn't reply. She stared at me for a long time as we lay together. Then, she tucked her head
under my chin. As she closed her eyes in sleep, she murmured it again.

"I love you, Jack."

In the morning, she was pressed hard against me. I was sure her wrists were sore from having
been bound, her pussy sore from being fucked and her ass sore from being spanked. I drew a hot
tub of water and carried her into the bathroom.

"Pee first," she mumbled.

I sat her on the toilet, then helped her into the tub to soak. After making coffee, I joined her in
the big tub, soaking and sipping coffee, gently bathing each other. In the water, we made love
slowly and sweetly.

When she started to dress, I said, "You forgot something."

"What?"

"You have not asked me what clothes you may wear today."

I expected a bitch fit. What I got was a shy, sexy smile.

"What may I wear?"

I gave her a dirty look. She knew what I wanted.

"What may I wear . . . master?"

"Bra and blouse, skirt, shoes."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"Jack, I . . . "

She stopped, smiling at me again.

"Yes, master," she answered, sounding like a sweet, submissive woman.

No doubt, she'd never left her house without panties before that day.

We drove to my favorite restaurant hangout for Mexican eggs, which means you get
more jalapenos than eggs and a ton of tortillas to help them go down. She was delightful
company. After a long brunch, I drove to the local bondage boutique.

"I will not go in there," she snapped.

Her body was rigid, her face tight with lips compressed. It wasn't a desire to control me
I saw in her, but a fear of what it might mean to her. We sat in the car a few moments.
Her eyes flicked back and forth between me and the store front. She licked her lips
nervously.

"What's the problem, ballbuster?"

For an instant, our eyes locked together and I could read her emotions. Ellen was torn
between surrender and resistance. Then, she looked away, sighing deeply as she
struggled with her own feelings.

"Let's go, ballbuster," I said firmly, as I dragged her from the car.

She held my hand with a crushing grip as we walked through the shop. She shivered
when I stopped to examine their display of whips. She was visibly relieved when all I
purchased was a basic bondage set and a collar and leash. By then, fear was waning;
arousal and curiosity were waxing. Her eyes were bright, eager and sexy, until I slipped
the collar around her neck.

"Okay. It fits. Take it off!"

I made no move to remove it, nor did she, although it had a simple buckle she could
easily reach. She did constantly survey the room to make sure she knew no one there. I
saw the excitement in her eyes.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Of course not. How absurd. Now, take it off!"

"That's no way for a sex slave to talk to her master, Ellen," I replied, unable to restrain a
smile.

Her frightened look morphed into shyness as she leaned into me, her hands on my chest.

"Yes, I like it. Please though, this is something I want to do only in private. Take it off,
please, master."

I removed the collar to her visible relief, kissed her and led her to the car. She was
abnormally quiet as we drove toward her house. The equipment lay at her feet in a sack.
She reached down and retrieved the collar. She absentmindedly played with it as she
watched me intently.

"May I ask a question . . . master?"

"Yes."

"What do you have planned for me?"

"I'm going to make you my submissive sex slave. When I know you can be sufficiently
trained, we'll move in together."

"Will we marry and have children?"

That was a question requiring full attention and concentration. I drove the car into a
parking lot, parked and turned to her. She looked excited and a little frightened. Ellen
excited and submissive is more beautiful than Ellen as a ballbuster.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

"Yes. I'd like that more than anything in the world."

Honest emotion, deeply given. She'd admitted she wanted and needed me. She was so
vulnerable now and it frightened her. After ten years of ball busting, saying she wanted a
real relationship had to be as hard as anything she had ever done.

"I want to marry you, too, Ellen. I want it more than anything in the world. You know
that."

Her face burst into sunshine. A tear of joy trickled down her cheek.

"But - I cannot and will not live with a woman who treated me as you did. So, if you
want to marry me and bear my children, learn how to be a submissive sex slave quickly."

I stroked her face gently and softened my voice.

"I'll help you, Ellen. I know you can do it. I know you want to do it."

When I put my hand on the gearshift, her hand covered mine.

"Will you ever tell me you love me?"

"I did once, Ellen. Our relationship soured very quickly after I did."

"I know. I'm very sorry for that. It was the biggest mistake of my life."

Dammit! I got tears in my eyes! Masters are suppose to be tougher than that.

"Jack, I know why you walked out on me. I admit I was a bitch, a ballbuster. My god,
even my mother told me no self-respecting man would put up with me. Please don't
walk out this time. Please, Jack, give me time, give me a chance."

"I will, Ellen," I replied.

We kissed as we sat in the car in the parking lot of a grocery store on a bright and
glorious day. I held her as she cried until she lay soft and depleted against my shoulder.
She sat quietly as I put the car in gear and pulled out to reenter traffic. We had gone only
a block when she spoke again.

"Jack?"

"Yes, Ellen?"

"Do you really plan to bind me with these things?"

"Occasionally, for fun. Sometimes, if you need it. Primarily, they're symbolic."

"Do you plan to spank me?" Her voice caught on "spank," as if the word hurt coming
out.

"Yes, every time I think you need it. It will not be symbolic. It will be real."

She nodded in acknowledgment. We drove to her house, each lost in our own thoughts
which were so separate and, yet, so inseparably plaited. I drove into her garage and killed
the engine.

She'd been playing with the collar. Our eyes locked again, unable to look away.
Tentatively, Ellen fastened the collar around her neck. She was shaking as she handed
me the leash. She tilted her head back. As I reached toward her to fasten the leash, her
hands seized my wrists. Desperation poured through her fingers as she dug her nails into
me.

We waited, our hands suspended in time and air, before she spoke. Her voice was tight
and filled with a gut wrenching honesty.

"I don't want to be a ballbuster. I want to be your wife and the mother of your children. I
want to belong to you. But, Jack, am I trainable?"

"Yes, you are, if you want to be. Then, you will be a wonderful wife and mother. I can't
wait to make you both."

I felt the tension leave her hands, the pressure of her nails cease. Her hands dropped into
her lap. I clicked the leash on her collar. Gently, I pulled her toward me. We kissed very
softly.

"Last time was partially my fault," I said. "I wasn't mentally tough enough for you. I am
now."

Her eyes twinkled, bright with fire and passion and hope for the future. A smile curled
her lips. She raked her fingers down my cheek.

"I hope so, Jack. After all, they do call me ballbuster."

The End.

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