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I have a few friends who are sex workers and I’m always asking them to write blog posts for me because I think it is super interesting to peer into their lives. I’ve done sex work myself so I’m especially interested in the friends who are doing different kinds of work than I did. I finally got someone to do a post for me! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. And please remember to always be respectful. Without further ado I give you Mistress S …
While I have only been a professional dominatrix for less than a year, my clients never cease to provide me with entertainment. Certainly there are parts of the job that are enlightening regarding the amazing variety of desires and expressions of human sexuality that exist. There are times that are a bit sad, a bit repulsive or (oddly enough) down right cute. But for now I want to share a story about tormenting testicles.
Not long ago I saw one man at his hotel in downtown Chicago for what I understood to be a foot fetish session. He did lavish attention on my feet as he knelt on the floor and I remained comfortably seated, feet dangling off a comfy bed. But as he kissed, stroked and rubbed my feet on his face he decided that we should have a serious discussion, a discussion about the profound experience of kicking a man in the balls. He managed to jabber on for an hour the handful of occasions where he had given women the “amazing and life-changing opportunity” to kick him in the balls. He claimed these women had expressed a release like nothing else in their life, confidence and catharsis. I nodded along mentally rolling my eyes as he continued his monologue.
As our hour together came to a close (he only paid for one hour) he looked at me with great intensity and asked me if I would like to experience this life-changing act. I have to say I’ve never kicked a man in the balls before so for all I knew he might be right. He instructed me that the best way to experience this was for him to be naked, on all fours on the floor with me standing behind him. I stepped out of the way as he ceremoniously got into the proper position. And there he was, man ass in the air and ball sack dangling there all for me. Now, I’ve never been a very coordinated person and harkening back to playing kickball at school I worried that with this small target that I might miss. I asked him if I could practice going through the motion to make sure I hit the mark. He consented and I did a practice swing of my leg making contact with the top of my foot. I was all set. The room was completely silent. He turned his head and asked me if I was ready for this amazing moment. All I could think about was getting the deed done, so far it was boring as hell. So I pulled my leg back and kicked him moderately hard right in the nuts. He grunted and I felt no different. “Kick harder” he said. I kicked him harder. He collapsed onto the floor looking winded and lay on his back. “So how did that feel?” He eagerly asked. I lied and said I felt relieved and relaxed. He still looked at me expectantly waiting for more. The best I could come up with at that moment was faked sincere “thank you for giving me this opportunity.” He smiled as he got dressed. And I smiled as I left with an envelope of cash.
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Ha! When I was kid the boys would chase us girls and we’d kick ‘em in the balls. I always wondered why they kept chasing us if they knew they were going to get kicked?