1. Letter to b*****r


    Date: 11/23/2015, Categories: BDSM, Taboo, Author: vagabond90, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    the floor. Her body shuddered at the impact of the tennis ball and as she recovered she took big gulps of air. “Good shot…” she squealed. Janus was quite the physical specimen. Hannah should have expected her aim to be deadly, but hitting a woman down there from the front requires nothing short of a curve ball. “I still can’t get over how much you look like a dude. This is the best thing ever.” Janus’ apprentice was dressed in normal clothes, since even Janus wasn’t really in character. The lack of performance made all that black leather seem like less of an erotic fantasy and more of a Halloween costume. Hannah seemed to only want pain, and a specific brand at that. The apprentice walked to Hannah’s side and mockingly grasped her own crotch while lowering her voice. “Ow my balls.” Janus smiled at the protégé before turning back to Hannah. “How was it?” Hannah’ though still reeling a bit, had the look of a lightbulb over her head. “I thought I felt it in my gut for a sec. That’s so weird. Oh so yah, I accidentally wacked my b*****r with a tennis ball, and I feel really bad, so I guess I’m trying to simulate what it’s like.” Hannah spoke matter-of-factly, having recovered from the blow. “I know that seems weird but-” “Stop right there. Trust me. We’ve seen weirder, right mini me?” Janus spoke to her apprentice, who nodded back. “I’ll admit, you’re definitely the most unique female client, but I wouldn’t call you the weirdest. On the spectrum you’re not what I’d call extreme, ...
    just different. You’re like a side-grade instead of an upgrade or downgrade. Hang on, I wanna try bouncing the ball. Stand still.” She stood still, and lived to regret it. “OGH!” Hannah immediately collapsed on the floor. The ball sailed upwards and impacted her pubic bone, causing lightning to crackle in her legs. “Mother fudgesickle shit stick fruity loops FUCK!” (The apprentice couldn’t suppress her giggling). “Good shot.” Hannah said in a voice an octave higher than normal. Janus shrugged as the ball rolled back to her (somehow). “It’s not the same. Guys get it right in their gut, like a nausea sorta thing. You can’t simulate the intensity unless you hit the pubic bone, and that mostly gets your legs. You’d be better off trying to get a nasty period cramp.” Hannah shook her head. “It’s fine. I just want the shock and intensity. Where doesn’t matter.” Janus shrugged. “Your money, your call. Is your b*****r ok?” Hannah tried to stand up quickly while answering, but the weakness in her legs made her footing collapse and she sank back to the ground, causing Lady Janus to grimace slightly. Hannah tsk’ed and opted to answer on the floor. “He’s fine. He laughed the whole thing off. But I dunno. I’m his s****r. I’m supposed to protect him. I’m already worried he’s insecure in his manhood, seeing as our parents were such assholes. I know he doesn’t wanna grow up like his dad, at least. Next thing you know he’ll be developing a ballbusting fetish of his own.” Janus smirked. “Well, ...
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