Ballbusting
Ballbusting is easily one of my favourite kinks of all time! Kicking, punching, crushing - BUSTING! - in all its various, decadent forms. I am skilled in every kind of ball torture and truly delight in these scenes. I love the look in a man's eye once I have him bound and ready for busting, it makes me light up like a sadistic, little Christmas tree.
I can play with ballbustees of all experience levels and love initiating newbies into this extreme form of play. Check out the extreme ball crusher I designed here and my ballbusting clip store to see me in action.
experienced & Safe
I love ballbusting so much that I created my own ball torture device! I was disappointed with the lack of high quality, professional level toys on the market so I created my own. My crusher is used in the dungeons of many professional Dommes including Mistress Damazonia, Mistress Jill in Belgium along with many of my professional peers. They are available for sale on my Etsy page.
Nothing makes my little Domme eyes twinkle more than a good boy taking a proper beating for me. Not up to par? No problem! That’s what pain training is for. Come visit for a training session and we’ll push the limits of what you can take, slowly working you up to full throttle.
Ballbusting is predominantly a psychological kink (shhhh don’t tell anyone) so you actually don’t need a crazy high pain tolerance to enjoy it. Just granting me permission to experiment and allowing me to tie you down is often enough to send any man into a delightfully submissive, nervously eager mind set.
Here’s an excerpt from my blog…
‘Sensual Ballbusting’
As I slide my hands down the warmth of his body, I lay my head in the soft familiar body hair running down his belly. I inhale deeply, breathing in the most comforting smell, the perfect packet of pheromones that makes my brain light up, perfectly satisfied in this moment. As my hand slides, I slow down, feeling a rush of excitement. This gorgeous, swollen cock is all mine to play with and it's fully erect, existing for nothing but my next move.
I look up with a genuine smile and he looks down at me with the glazed-over eyes of a man deep in the grips of arousal, and rightly so, I haven't let him cum in 10 days. I feel every curve of my body illuminate with power, I arch into every inch of my femininity. My form rolls into his glazed eyes and I watch as his physiology deceives him once again and his cock bounces in lust, leaking precum.
