Ball fucking is accomplished by first binding the scrotum in such a way as to force the testicles outward, away from the males body. When done correctly, and with a scrotum of sufficient size and elasticity, the testicles appear to be supported on a thick column of flesh. The testicles themselves are forced to bulge out, and the skin over them is stretched drum tight. When presented in this manner, the testicles are very sensitive to the slightest touch or pressure, as they have no space within which to move.

The binding may be accomplished by use of rope of a suitable diameter, or by using a ball stretcher (usually a leather sleeve secured by snaps along its length). To insure complete flexibility of the scrotum, the male is usually drained of semen prior to having his testicles bound. This draining is accomplished by forced masturbation, stimulation of the prostrate, oral sex or a combination, all dependant on the woman's feeling, attitude and generousity.

Once the scrotum has been tightly bound and the testicles can no longer move about, the male is positioned on his back, with his legs pressed together. His scrotum is held by hand so his bound testicles are positioned upright. The woman then straddles the males hips and, using one hand to hold her vulva open, lowers her pelvis. The testicles are then guided into her vaginal introitus. The depth of insertion is dependant upon the tolerance to pain the male has, the length to which the males scrotum can be stretched, and the degree of flexibility present in the woman's introitus and vaginal canal. If her introitus has been stretched to the point where she can easily accommodate a large object, such as a clenched fist, then the pain associated with ball fucking may be tolerable. The woman then stimulates herself by relying upon a combination of clitoral stimulation, either from her own hand or the male's, along with the sensation provided by the insertion and withdrawal of his testicles in her vagina.

When finished, the woman lifts her pelvis up and away from the bound testicles. The binding is removed and the testicles are checked by hand for damage, rupturing, etc.

It is recommended that binding the testicles to this degree not be done for a period of time greater than 15 minutes. Longer periods may cause damage due to reduced circulation.

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I had just ended a two year relationship with a woman that could have been my perfect partner. She was overweight by the charts, but was still very attractive. She had long, dark blond hair she loved to have brushed every evening after taking a shower. Her breasts were her most prominent assets, and I found them to be particularly erotic due to their size and appearance. Her bosoms were very large (she wore a 40DD bra) and pendulous; the lower portion of her breasts hung nearly to her navel. She had an alabaster complexion that emphasized the prominent network of blue veins that criss-crossed just beneath the surface of her almost translucent skin. Her areolas were wide, over five inches in diameter and were colored just a shade darker than the surrounding flesh. Except for the bumps and ridges caused by the number of veins that increased in intensity as approached her nipples, her areola had a very smooth, almost non-distinct texture. Her nipples were uncharacteristically small, just thimble-size bumps with a slight indentation in each tip.

When aroused, her nipples and areola would evidence little change in their appearance. She had breast fed one child and said the only result was a decrease in sensation to her nipples. She could easily suckle her own nipples, but obtained no satisfaction in so doing (other than to tease her partner).

I emphasize the nature of this woman's bosoms because it was, along with her buttocks, the part of her body she most liked having punished. On our first date, as we were driving down a city street, she made a comment that included the "f" word. After saying it, she held her hand over her mouth and, in a sarcastic voice, asked if I didn't think she should be punished for saying such a naughty word.

I glanced at her, then slowed down and pulled into a nearby empty parking lot. I stopped, turned around in my seat and looked at her, then asked what she meant by being punished.

She (her name was Diane) said that she was told by her mother on numerous occasions that proper ladies didn't use obscene language and that, unless I wanted to hear her constantly talking with a gutter mouth, I would have to punish her.

I tentatively agreed, then asked what type of punishment she thought would be appropriate. Diane removed her seat belt, sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, and said that she knew I was spending a lot of time starring at her tits (again, she covered her mouth and laughed), and that if I liked them so much, then perhaps I should slap them.

I told Diane that yes, I did find her breasts to be very attractive, but I didn't think I was starring at them in an excessive manner. But, in all honesty, they were very prominent and hard not to avoid looking at. But, more importantly, I didn't want to make the mistake of not understanding exactly what she was referring to.

I held out by left hand, palm up, and asked Diane to take it and show me what she meant. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist in a firm grip and brought my palm to her left breast. I was holding my arm out passively, and she brought the flat of my palm firmly into her breast, slapping it.

"Like that," she said, "only harder. Make it a real slap."

She released my hand and looked at me with a sly smile on her face. I turned towards her a little more, took a brief look outside the car to see if anyone was nearby, then gave her bosom a tentative slap, not much harder than she had done.

As soon as my hand hit her, Diane's head tilted back and she began to laugh. She thrust her chest out further and said, "If that's the hardest you can hit, you must be some kind of wimp!"

That's when I told her, "Unbutton your blouse, Diane, and wipe that smile off your face. Do it now!" I said this in a very conversational tone, but knew there was a look of anger on my face. I was speaking in almost a whisper and saw a quick look of fear in Diane's eyes. Still looking at me, she slowly brought her hands up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

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