Allow me to briefly introduce myself. My name is Traci, but online (as well as to my husband) I’m known as Goddess Traci.
You see, I’m somewhat new to the fetish world. My husband, Tyler, and I met roughly three years ago while working in the same office. Him and I quickly connected on countless things but I knew nothing of his kinks until we moved in together. In fact, I was pretty green to the fetish world as a whole. After about two weeks of us living together he offered to rub my feet one evening. I could tell he was enjoying it and after a bit I asked him if he was into feet or if he was simply performing a nice gesture. He came clean and revel was that he does in fact have a foot fetish and I thought to myself “hmmm this isn’t too bad of a deal! Especially if I’m most likely getting treated like this every night!”
He was so thankful and happy that I was onboard with his kink. He started to frequently buy me shoes, treating me to pedicures, and I started to realize just how much power I had over him simply because of his adoration for my feet. I began to purposefully wear shoes that I learned drove him crazy. I would dangle them, heel-pop in them, any little “innocent” movement I could do to make him tremble with anticipation for my feet.
This continued for several months. We were both loving it. Now here comes the part I’m certain most of you ballbois have been waiting for.
Him and I were casually hanging out with some coworkers in the break area one afternoon. One of the women in the office was telling a story about her stupid, dickhead boyfriend. I responded with “Oh girl, I would’ve kicked him right in his fucking balls!” I noticed something right then and there. Tyler stopped what he was doing and put his jacket over his lap while he was sitting in his chair. I wondered what was going on there. But I had a hunch. So I continued. “Girl, I mean it, I would’ve squashed his stupid little testicles. He’s gonna regret even having balls when I finished with that motherfucker.”
Tyler then texted me “I have a giant boner and I’m leaking pre-cum.” THIS is why he had his jacket in his lap. Hiding that awkward boner while I continued to describe how I would destroy a set of nuts. It was hilarious. Just add that to the list of ways to drive my now husband insane.
Eventually the break room crowd died down and it was just Tyler and I in there. He asked me if I would kick his balls that night. Now, I’ve never kicked a guy in the balls, at least not until I met Tyler, that is. At first I toyed with him and said “I dunno maybe. Do you think you can handle it?”
He responded with “Yes! Yes, I’m certain I can!” I told him I’d think about it. Then before walking out of the break area I flicked his balls as if I’d just seen a little tiny ant crawling on my arm. I could tell that right there was enough to impact him. “Mmmm tonight is going to be interesting” I thought, as I walked out of the break area, leaving Tyler in there alone to fantasize (and possibly worry) about what will become of his silly little hanging grapes later.
That night he was so jumpy! If I even moved my leg he would recoil! And it was hilarious! I had him so worked up, wondering if I was going to do it, WHEN I was going to do it. I had so much fun playing this cat and mouse game. I almost didn’t want it to end… almost.
Bed time rolled around and I had not yet kicked him. We got under the bed covers and he was visibly shaking! I asked him what his problem was and he said he was just so anxious and excited about his nuts being kicked that he couldn’t control himself, and explained how badly he wanted to suffer that pain for me. I have to admit, the thought of that kind of made me wet!
I said “Look, I’m going to kick you. I just don’t know when or anything, I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to like, pop them! Are those things really that durable? Like, would you need to go to the hospital?” (Readers, please forgive me for being so uneducated on the matter at that time. But I genuinely did not know much about kinks and exploration of them until I started dating Tyler.)
So he explained to me that there was plenty of ballbusting in his previous relationship and just like anything else in life it’s as “safe” as you want it to be.
I told him to get out of the bed, remove his underwear and spread his legs. He did as he was told. I mean, why wouldn’t he?
Not going to lie, I held back quite a bit on my first kick. And I’ve got some strong legs, I can max out the leg press machine at the gym. I heard a light “smack” of my foot connecting with his hanging balls and I noticed this didn’t phase him much.
He asked for another one, this time harder. I turned it up just a little bit. The smacking sound was a bit heavier this time around and I noticed he had an ounce of a buckling reaction there. He asked for another one. I was hesitant and explained once more I didn’t want to truly hurt him.
He taunted me and said “I bet you couldn’t even bring me down anyway…”
I’m incapable of turning down a challenge. I replied “Please remember, you asked for this.”
I drew my right leg back as far as it would go and I rocketed my bare foot straight into his pathetic gonads. He immediately collapsed to the floor and began kissing my feet. (Suits me, I was going to order him to do that anyway!)
The squishing feeling of my foot making contact with those balls is something I’ll never forget, such a distinct feeling, doubled with that loud “smack” sound. I felt so powerful, like a literal goddess as he laid there holding his stupid balls, knowing he asked for every bit of this.
I eventually pulled my foot away from his mouth and planted it on his body as I stood in a victory pose for a moment. He began kissing my other foot as I felt a couple of tears roll down onto my instep. Obviously I told him he’d better get to licking that up. He asked for this, he can do the cleanup as well!
No, I did not help him up. In fact, I stepped over him on my way to the kitchen to pour my own glass of wine. Upon return to the bedroom he was still lying in a big heap of pain. I sat on the bed and used him as a foot rest while I drank my wine.
And that, readers, is my very first experience with ballbusting.
Goddess Traci 😘
No idea why ballbusting isn’t a taught in schools – it would be a lesson for the girls to look forward to and the boys would learn to grow a pair haha
Thank you Goddess Stacy for opening the door for guest writers. Thank you Goddess Traci for sharing your first ballbusting experience with your lucky husband, Tyler.
I love every word of it, and i notice few things.
– foot fetish is strong for men and it is mostly their entrance to ballbusting world.
– men would be the first one who bring kinks to the relationships then women will follow along until they take control of everything.
Do you do in person ballbusting and foot worship sessions??
I like your first experience Tracy.
My gf did not, like you, kick hard enough. Only booked ladies do it very hard. 😉
A foot fetish really is the gateway drug to ballbusting. When I was a very small child, an adult woman in my life used to rub her feet all over me all the time and tease and mock me because I found feet gross. She would pin me with her feet and press them into my face and make me kiss them.
I grew accustomed to being wo-man-handled with her feet, and grew to be turned on by it. I didn’t like that I was turned on by it at the time, but the first body part of an attractive woman to ever touch my junk was her feet as she was pinning me, and my whole body went limp and I brain became so confused and didn’t know what to do.
She saw that and loved it and became softer and spoke sweetly as she caressed me with her feet, and then her language became harsh and she told me how disgusting and unnatural I was and became very rough with her feet (especially on my small, child sized genitals). I didn’t realize at the time, but she was manipulating me into defending the activities she forced on me and making me think of them as part of my identity. She put my junk under some very painful and sudden pressure, but never stood me up and kicked me there or did anything that was pure ballbusting.
All I could think about for the rest of my life after that was feet, how beautiful women were and their feet were, my position under them, and how worthless I was.
I stared at girl’s feet all the time at school and wasn’t even aware of it. I probably made so many uncomfortable without even trying to or realizing it.
I saw women as powerful and distant beautiful entities that were as far away from me as heaven is from earth. Then I made the mistake of staring at the wrong girl’s feet one day and trying to be bold when she called me out on it and told her that I was sorry, but I couldn’t help it because I thought her feet were so beautiful, like the rest of her. I didn’t even realize what happened until I collected myself on the floor, but she used her beautiful feet to introduce me to pain so bad that I never imagined it could exist, and the next ten minutes of my life were spent trying to understand what was reality and what I was, and how I could stop being a part of reality to escape the agony I was in and the embarrassment and humiliation of what I was going through.
I became known as the “foot pervert” and “creep” of the class because of that, and never lived down that shame or fit in or had anyone willing to sacrifice their dignity by being my friend after that, so I fell deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of self-loathing, self-humiliation, and worship of the female. I saw myself as deserving of suffering and humiliation, and the only sunshine in my life after that till I was an adult is when a pretty girl at school gave me attention by mocking me or planting her shoe or foot into my crotch. The lack of attention at all was the most painful part, so I grew to love the pain and humiliation as the only ray of sunlight in a life I didn’t want to be a part of. The constant saturation in media of men being portrayed as useless, clueless, and expendable, and the way that everyone (male and female) cheered when a man’s world was turned upside down by pain and shame only reinforced this view of myself.
I found foot-fetish and ballbusting porn online and began to live for it. I found Fetlife and joined some local munches, and started several relationships with people I met there. The most hardcore relationship I got into was with someone not introduced to kink who I met at an Arby’s. She was very beautiful and was with a very unattractive guy who bought her the wrong meal. She was pissed and let off on him, and when he tried to defend himself she became extremely angry and kicked him in the balls and told him in so many words how useless and unreliable and frustrating he was. He was choking and swearing at her and calling her a psycho bitch, and I told him to fuck off, shut-up, and leave her alone before he regretted. I asked her if I could buy her something, and she said not at Arby’s, and we went to a very expensive restaurant in town and I spent a lot of money doting on her. She made it clear that whatever my game was, I better understand that the only thing I was getting was being able to buy her that one meal. I told her I thought it was an honor to be able to talk with her and spoil her, and that I would be happy to do so and expect nothing it return. During our conversation (that only started after she played on her phone for a long time and ignored me) I told her that she was stunning and that I couldn’t believe that she was with a loser like that. She scoffed and told me that I was just as much of a loser, and I seriously fell in love with her. I told her that she is right, but at least I understand that and what an honor it was to be in a position where I was able to give to her and enjoy her company, and told her that I would never take it for granted if she gave me that opportunity again. She laughed and said I’d better not if I didn’t want to turn out like the other loser, and I told her that if I ever did end up in that position, I would never curse her, but I would be grateful to have received correction and would immediately try to make things right. This straight up freaked her out, so added the admission that I always found a strong woman taking control of a man and ruling him to be absolutely beautiful and the natural order of things. She thought I was pathetic, but I intrigued her, and we developed a relationship over the next few months.
It was completely one sided, and she openly saw as many people as she wanted to on the side and would taunt me with the information (she knew that it caused me pain and discomfort to know). She didn’t treat me like someone she respected, and even had me come down and work on one of her fuck buddy’s house for a few days to help him out.
She knew that ballbusting turned me on, so she refused to let that be part of our relationship at first. She asked me about being a human toilet and learned that the idea horrified me and didn’t turn me on, so she turned me into her daily use human toilet.
That daily used eventually included riding dick, and she couldn’t help herself from slapping and playing with my balls. Then she complained one day about how much she hated condoms (she had medical issues that prevented her from being able to use other forms of birth control at the time), and I saw my opportunity. I volunteered that she could abuse my balls as a form of birth control and she could have dick without condoms.
The idea thrilled her and she told me that I’d better be careful about what I suggest, because she won’t take a chance on getting pregnant. She then spent the next few years of our relationship abusing my balls way beyond what I thought I was getting into, and not honoring any safe word or limit.
I suspect she actually started using birth control and didn’t tell me, but she may have just trusted the abuse. I went from being her occasional dick to her daily dick. Unfortunately she decided she enjoyed the abuse so much that she started roping her fuck buddies into being testicularly abused and I went back to being her back-up dick. Unfortunately after over a decade together and 6 years of testicle abuse, my dick stopped working, her career made her massively more financially successful than I was, and she stopped seeing me as someone who added value to her life.
To humiliate me, she stopped busting me and told me that useless dicks don’t deserve any attention.
She put me in chastity and did not let me out, and she told me that if I wanted to have any part of her life, I would be her new toilets toilet and be forced to pleasure him. I broke down crying and begged her not to reduce me to that, and then begged to come back after she kicked me out. I spent about 6 months eating another dude’s shit and drinking his piss and blowing him before I had a mental breakdown. (He treated me very poorly and didn’t like me. She knew I resented and didn’t welcome his abuse, so she encouraged it as much as possible)
When I said I wouldn’t blow the new toilet anymore, she told me to go die and kicked me out.
Looking back, it wasn’t a very healthy relationship, but if she had decided she wanted me to be her forever toilet and balls and dick, I would have married her on the spot and never looked back.
I look back and think about how strange it is that it all started with an attractive woman’s feet on my body.