The castration fantasy of a woman who busts balls. Contact djrwriter@hotmail.com

I moonlight as a ballbuster. Guys pay me to abuse their testicles. I consider myself very lucky to get paid to indulge a forbidden fetish, even if it requires me to work after putting in 8 hours at a day job. The feeling of power when I punish a pair of plums is such a rush! It’s exhilarating—both physically, and sexually. When I am finished with a session, I invariably find that the lips of my pussy and my clit are swollen and slick with my juice. I am careful not to let my clients know about my arousal and I never have intercourse with them. I am providing a service to them, and I keep the relationship professional. Once the client leaves my home, I relieve myself by masturbating. I like to take my time in bringing myself to orgasm and often fantasize while touching myself.

In one of my favorite fantasies, I have this gorgeous guy in front of me—all hard muscle, and well hung, too. He is naked and leaning against a wall. His scrotum is shaved bare, nicely displaying his testes, which are about the size of small hen eggs. His balls hang low, making them good targets. I am really being hard on him. I kick him again and again, harder each time, making him moan and cry, making his balls bounce higher with each impact. I am getting winded from working so hard, so I pause to gather my strength while he relaxes, wincing, with tears streaming down his cheeks. Without warning, too fast for him to react, I drive the pointed toe of my boot up into his unsuspecting sack. There is a loud, wet sound like a juice-filled fruit being ruptured. I look down in amazement. The toe of my boot has punctured his sack and there is blood and other liquids and bits of flesh oozing down the shiny black leather garbing my muscular calf. I look up at him and smile. He stares at me in horror, his mouth gaping but speechless. He is only able to make sick-sounding grunts. He knows that I have burst his balls, and that I know I have, and that I don’t feel the least bit sorry. He collapses in agony and humiliation.

I always achieve orgasm with this fantasy, usually at the moment I rupture the poor guy’s sack. Some of you may think that I am very sick or depraved to get excited by such a cruel daydream, but it’s just a movie in my head. As a fantasy, I don’t think it’s unhealthy at all. While I don’t feel any shame or guilt over it, nonetheless I have never shared my fantasy with anyone before, not even my closest girlfriend. My hope is that, as society becomes more and more open sexually, women’s fantasies of injuring and destroying testicles will be seen as normal, harmless, and relatively innocent. I know I am not the only woman who has them.