OMG
By Liverpool Kiss
Travels with my Mistress


Chapter 8

I learned to fight when I was a boy, I thought we all did. I even boxed I had
six fights in the ring won 5, lost the last one. And when I turned 18 I found
myself to be the tallest man in the pub at closing time and a target for those
looking to prove themselves to anyone that might be interested. I ended up on
the end of a couple of hidings, but quickly learned if you want to win a
fight-start it. All the rubbish shown on television and movies is exactly
that, rubbish; hit someone hard enough with your first punch or head-butt and
the recipient won't respond which gives you a couple of seconds to decide
where to hit him (never a her) again, if at all. Unless the person on the end
of your assault is Mike Tyson or a Rugby League player that is usually the end
of it. Rugby League players have a horrible habit of getting back up!

That was where I was at when I was facing Orla. I'm six five, 220lbs, Orla 5'
6 and about 120. I was about to give her a quick hiding and end this nonsense
once and for all. But a split second before I could deliver the punch, she hit
me with a stinging right hander, an open hand slap that rattled me and hurt a
lot more than I thought it would, it gave her the slim advantage that she
seeked to deliver her coup de gras, she slammed her foot with the sensible
shoe attached into my tender and unprotected groin. The sound was sickening
and a nanosecond after I heard the splat of my balls being kicked the pain
seared through my body and I cried out in pain and collapsed in a heap beside
Jackie's desk.

Lisa, Pouna, and Jackie all jumped to Orla assistance, immediately responding
to my act of defiance.

"HE'S MINE ... DON'T TOUCH HIM. I AM GOING TO TEACH HIM A LESSON HE WILL NEVER
FORGET." She shouted.

I felt physically sick completely unable to defend myself as Orla attacked me.
She was wearing her companies blouse and skirt, the blouse was turquoise and
as always unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage without allowing
a glimpse of her lacy bra, her skirt was navy blue, pleated and hung a couple
of inches above her knee. During the winter she wore dark stockings, but not
today as the skirt whipped around her thighs I was allowed a quick flash of
her dark green lace panties before she dropped on to my body pinning my face
under her beautiful arse. She made herself comfortable and then began to
pulverize my balls.

She sat facing my feet, her knees pinning my arms she reached forward and
grabbed my swollen ball bag. Over the last few weeks my balls had received the
undivided attention of Pouna, but Orla and Lisa had shown her the way and as a
consequence of their constant attention my balls were so delicate, they were
twice the size they used to be, my scrotum was stretched to contain them and
now Orla seemed like she was going to give them some more attention. I
struggled beneath her, tried to get out of her clutches, but she held me with
a minimum of effort and when she squeezed my balls I screamed into her lace
covered bottom it was obvious to all who were watching, I was going nowhere.

Mistress Orla's Story

I was determined to pop one of his testicles. I wanted to teach him a final
lesson, pop one of his balls and leave him one. They were mine, mine to do
what I wanted with I'd pop one and he would know that I was capable to doing
such a thing. Any more disobedience and I would have no qualms about taking
the other and making him a eunuch It turned me on, I was wet as I held them.
His flaccid penis had shrivelled to just a stump. He was no longer a real man
any more the last few weeks we had chipped away at his masculinity and the
arrival of Pouna had taken him even further down the path of total submission.
She had given him some bad beatings for a small woman she had a strength that
belied her stature and a sadistic streak that equalled my own. He was ours to
mould I thought and then he turned all macho on me. Of course allowing him to
cum had brought that on, I now had to make sure that there were going to be no
more outbreaks, no more reoccurrences, I would break him once and for all.

I felt him wriggling underneath me I felt his hot breath on my thighs, and I
could feel his nose in on my bottom, his nose was pushing my lace panties
against my sphincter I released his balls for a second while I eased my cheeks
apart capturing his nose between them. Oh where was a fart when you needed
one! I looked up at Lisa and Jackie; both women confirmed we would not be
disturbed. I grabbed his scrotum and squeezed I dug my nails into his delicate
flesh and got an instant response, he struggled but I easily held him, he
sobbed into my bottom. I squeezed his balls I mean really squeezed. I clamped
one of his balls between my thumb and fore finger in each hand, and pressed
with all my might. He screamed into bottom and bucked like a bronco, but I was
determined to turn the bronco into a gelding. I applied intense pressure for
about a minute and I was surprised I never achieved my goal. Jackie and Lisa
sat on his legs and reduced his struggling. I grabbed his balls in my left
hand and squeezed the neck of his scrotum, where it joined the base of his
cock and I punched the ball I hard, and I allowed the others to join in, we
all punched him viciously, each of us trying to outdo each other, he bucked
and made a pathetic attempt to throw us, but in the end his thrashing ceased
and I felt him sob as he realised the hopelessness of his situation. I gripped
his balls between my finger and thumb again and squeezed.

I was in absolute agony. I screamed and begged but my cries were met with
laughter muted through Orla's underwear and skirt. I felt her squeeze my
balls. Oh God I thought she would never stop.

"PLEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHMISTRESSORLAAAAAAAAAPLEASEEEEEEEEPLEEEEEAAAS
SSTOPLEASE!" II begged and writhed beneath her and when my legs were pinned
and I was unable to stop her they started punching and slapping my balls.
Hard, oh God they hurt, once, twice three times, four a dozen it went on again
and again and again. Then she squeezed they again. They got off me and I was
yanked to my feet.

"Get up they chorused and I stumbled to my feet, Jackie, and Lisa grabbed an
arm each and forced them behind my back.

"Kick him as hard as you can. Orla told, Jessica and Pouna. Neither woman
needed to be told twice. "OPEN YOUR LEGS. WIDER BITCH" Orla demanded and I
obeyed Pouna swung her foot into unprotected balls splattering them.

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH." I screamed. Lisa yanked my head back as Jessica slammed
her foot. Again I cried out in agony. It was then Orla's turn, the only woman
wearing a skirt, she slammed her foot into my balls crushing them up into my
abdomen, the hem of her skirt flew up around her waist. Lisa and Jackie had
trouble holding me and I slipped from their grasp and fell to my knees and
curled into the foetal position. Lisa grabbed one leg and Jessica the other
and they hauled me on to my back, each woman forced my legs wide apart and
Lisa stomped on my genitals. My hand went down to protect my balls but Pouna
and Jackie grabbed my wrists and effortlessly yanked my hands away allowing
Jessica to copy Lisa she gave me a double stomp.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHPPPPPLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASTTTOOPPPPLEASE!"Iwas in
agony and totally at their mercy. Lisa's foot hovered over my busted balls.

"Please Mistress Lisa ... no more please I beg you ... " I pleaded. She smiled
evilly at me and then stomped on me harder than ever. Orla dropped on to my
body facing my feet and she grabbed my swollen testicles and squeezed them
again she separated them and squeezed them one in each hand. Pouna sat on my
left arm preventing me from moving, as Orla crushed my balls

"PLEASTOPLEASE!" And then it happened!

Mistress Orla's Story

His balls were remarkably resilient and I was disappointed not to have
'popped' one his balls by now. I wanted this more than anything at the moment,
I would crush one of his balls and allow him to keep one intact, but he would
know that he was just one transgression away from being a eunuch.

I tired of trying to crush his balls and thought it might be a good idea to
smash them around a bit more, soften them up. We we pulled him to his feet, he
was a lot taller than any of us, he stood about a foot taller than me and was
head and shoulders over Pouna, but he offered nothing that made any of us fear
him. He was our bitch to use and thoroughly abuse I loved watching Pouna
elevate he stature as a ball busting Woman, the slave was in total fear of her
and she took every opportunity to beat him further into submission. I had
thought about taking it back to Melbourne and adding him to my stable, but I
also like the idea of giving it to Pouna and letting her deal with him and
watch how she trained the bitch. We slapped and punched him several times,
vicious full blooded punches. Pouna made a fist and as small as it looked it
certainly appeared to do some damage. The slave writhed and bucked so I
decided to pull it to its feet. I hauled it up, Jackie and Lisa held the
slave, and I let Pouna and Jessica kick him as hard as they could.

"OPEN YOUR LEGS BITCH!" I demanded and he immediately obeyed, and Pouna
smashed her tiny foot into his swollen dangling balls. Jessica did the same a
couple of seconds later, and then I slammed my foot into his groin with all of
the force I could muster. The slave screamed and slumped, it was so heavy that
neither Jackie or Lisa could hold it and it fell to the floor curled up in the
foetal position. We stood over the slave, it was whimpering begging for things
to stop. Jessica grabbed on leg and Lisa grabbed the other and they took turns
stomping on him. Pouna and Jackie grabbed an arm each pulling his hands away
from protecting his balls, and Lisa and Jessica stomped on the bitch's balls,
again, and again and again.

I sat on its chest facing its feet and took its balls in my hands again and
squeezed a ball in each hand between my thumb and forefinger. And then
incredibly the ball in my right hand popped! I collapsed like a grape, there
was no 'pop' nothing theatrical, but something very medical one the testicle
collapsed I kneaded between my fingers ensuring it would never be repaired.
The slaves scream was confirmation.

"YES!" I shouted in jubilation. "I've popped my first ball!"

I knew the second she did it. It was a moment I will never forget. I struggled
beneath Mistress Orla, but the five women had me completely under their
control but I still struggle in an impossible attempt to escape from their
sadistic attention. Mistress Orla gripped my balls again and squeezed. I
screamed and then I felt my right testicle collapse. It felt horrible,
sickening. They had kicked, punch and tortured my balls for a couple of weeks
and the pain had been incredible but nothing prepared my for the agony I felt
immediately after Orla crushed my testicle. I screamed. It was a scream of
agony and loss and abject despair and loathing. Mistress Orla had crushed my
manhood; I was no longer a man. My tears acted like fuel to feed Mistress
Orla's sadistic appetite as she continued to squash my ruined testicle.

SCREAM YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Mistress Orla shouted. "You have one ball left, and
unless you obey us to the letter I will crush it and complete the job of
castrating you. Do I make myself clear?" Mistress Orla demanded to know.

"Yes Mistress Orla." I whimpered.

*

The women finally got off of me and finalised their business and then we made
tracks to the airport. Jackie accompanied us with her driver and the women all
said goodbye outside the Departure Gate.

"Say Goodbye to Mistress Jackie, Orla snapped. "On your knees and kiss her
feet!" Mistress Orla demanded and I fell to the ground and kissed our hosts
feet. The women laughed and Jackie said a fond farewell to her Australian
guests, and exchanged some words in Chinese to Jessica and Princess Pouna.

My ripped and dirty clothing caused more than a few raised eyebrows as we
passed through security, but I had a passport and a ticket, Pouna and Jessica
talked to the people at each station and I was allowed through. Something was
not right though, I was travelling in permanent agony, it was like being
kicked in the balls and the pain never went away, I was was having trouble
walking and felt physically sick. Just before we boarded I went to the toilet
and threw up. I went into the stall and looked at my tortured and busted cock
and balls they were too delicate to touch and the sight of my collapsed
scrotum caused me to cry. I came out of the toilet where Mistress Orla and
Princess Pouna were waiting for me, it was a long walk to the Gate and twice
they snapped at me to keep up. Princess Pouna snapped something at me in
Chinese and some women passengers who were passing us laughed.

"What did you say?" Mistress Orla asked.

"I said I know you are only a man, but try and keep up." Princess Pouna said
with a laugh.

We flew to Beijing where I sat next to Jessica. She was told to put her hand
in my pocket, she did but didn't touch me, for which I was eternally grateful.
All the time my condition was getting worse and Jessica was sympathetic but
didn't offer any assistance other than not make things worse.

My pain was also mental; Mistress Orla had destroyed one of my balls I was no
longer a complete male I knew the pain would eventually fade but would this
sickening feeling that totally engulfed me.

We said goodbye to Jessica at Beijing airport, her involvement had been
minimal, but essential. She would be the QA/QC Manager and a very important
cog in the machinery of the Joint Venture. We had to transfer from Beijing
Domestic to the International Airport; Mistress Orla talked at length with
Jessica about her role as we drove across a very busy city, and we eventually
said goodbye. Jessica looked at me.

"I want you to say goodbye to me the same way you said goodbye to Jackie." She
said her brown almond eyes pierced mine and I bowed before her and kissed her
feet. "I have learned a lot today." She said turning to Mistress Orla and
shaking her hand leaving me kneeling on the cold concrete. Jessica turned to
Princess Pouna and they hugged, a bond had grown between the two Asian women a
bond formed in a mutual understanding of Female Domination and Female
Superiority. They exchanged a few words before Jessica turned to go, but saw
that I was standing.

"Did I tell you to stand?" Jessica asked.

"N..no ... "

"No What?" Jessica snapped.

"No Mistress Jessica." I said bowing my head. And she walked off.

We made it just in time to catch the night flight to Bangkok. Again my
appearance caused a few comments as we passed through immigration and Customs.
Princess Pouna said something to one of the officials and he laughed.

"What did you say Mistress Lisa asked as she put my passport in the bag.

"I told them he's an English punk musician!"

By the time we took off I was feeling quite ill. I was sweating and had a
temperature and I vomited again. It was the longest night of my life cramped
in an economy seat while Mistress Orla, Mistress Lisa and Princess Pouna
enjoyed the comfort of Business Class. We arrived at Suvarnabhumi Airport at
seven in the morning after a seven hour flight Mistress Orla despite spending
the entire flight fast asleep seemed more pissed off than ever with my
behaviour and gave me a thorough dressing down in front of the waiting
passengers.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

"I'm not feeling well Mistress Orla." I replied, the title I gave her missed
by no one.

"I've carried you for two weeks, two weeks of listening to your moaning and
your belligerent behaviour. Look at you! Look at the state of you. You are
supposed to be representing my company and you dress like a tramp. Wait until
I get you back to the office." Mistress Orla ranted. I blushed and tried to
improve my dishevelled appearance. While the other passengers shuffled their
feet in mild embarrassment.

"Get our bags and meet us outside." Mistress Orla ordered.

"Yes Mistress Orla." I meekly replied.

I managed to stay vertical as I went through the airport, but my condition was
getting worse with every passing minute, I was in agony, my remaining ball was
the size of tennis ball, and my scrotum was black and severely bruised as was
my cock. The Novatel was booked out so we took a taxi to another hotel close
to the airport.

I shared a room with Princess Pouna, who had no sympathy for me whatsoever,
but grew very concerned that I might be seriously ill. She was more concerned
that I might die in her room and the questions that that might raise, so she
phoned Madam Mindiri. I lay on the bed naked after I had had a shower and
listened to the three women talk about what Madam Mindiri had proposed, but I
understood very little of what was said as I drifted in and out of
consciousness.

Late in the day Madam Mindiri came to the hotel. She entered into a long
conversation with Mistress Orla and Mistress Lisa about the success of the
trip to China; they spent about an hour going over all of the details and in
my delirium I heard them discuss almost every aspect of the trip. Princess
Pouna translated everything as they were concluding their business and almost
as an afterthought I was mentioned. Madam Mindiri, looked at my swollen and
deformed genitals, "Who destroyed his balls?" Madam Mindiri asked through
Princess Pouna.

"I did." Mistress Orla said without any emotion.

"Congratulations. I have tried many times to pop-a-nut, but never quite
achieved it." Madam Mindiri said feeling what a pop nut felt like. "He looks
quite sick," she said without showing any sympathy. Have we finished with
him?" Madam Mindiri asked, there was a noncommittal silence which more or less
indicated that they had, but didn't really know what to do with me. There was
a quick conversation between Princess Pouna and Madam Mindiri in Thai, a phone
call was made and a few minutes later I was taken down to the basement of the
hotel, a car pulled up and I was bundled into the boot. I don't know how long
I was kept in the confines of the stifling boot, but it done my health no good
at all. In a semi-conscious stupor, I was taken to Bumrungrad International
Hospital just off Sukumvit Road and in the early hours of the morning I dumped
outside the Emergency Department. I was found by a security guard and taken
in.

*

I was put into an induced coma for a week; men of my vintage turned up quite
frequently in my condition at Bumrungrad Hospital. Thailand is full of silly
old men who fall foul of all sorts of unscrupulous women, usually women sent
out to set up lonely men; they lead them on, fleece them and dump them. I was
just another one. The British Embassy in Bangkok was also very used to dealing
with stupid old men who thought that they were too smart to be duped by a
pretty face. They saw me as just another sad case.

As the fog slowly lifted, the pain subsided and the coma released its grip,
and slowly I recovered. Three weeks later I sat up in bed and reluctantly
spoke with my Embassy case officer. She was young Thai woman who spoke
excellent English and listened to my fabricated tale of misadventure. I had no
intention of involving anyone from FemDom Engineering or my Melbourne onetime
partners. I told a very leaky story of how I come to arrive at the doors of
the E & A wing of the hospital. I was just grateful that they had had the
common decency to take me there. Whether she believed me or not I don't know.
My case did gather a bit more momentum when everyone found out I had
sufficient funds to pay for my treatment and the Embassy became almost
sympathetic when they found out I was far from being a pauper. My case officer
didn't let me off lightly though, It was obvious I'd been involved in some
pretty rough S&M and she asked me to list the clubs I'd attended and asked for
names, but I refused saying I just wanted to go home.

But I was in real debt to the hospital in more ways than one; they saved my
life. I had contracted peritonitis and blood poisoning. They removed my
crushed testicle and repaired my broken body and all in all I received the
very best care and it was a very reluctant patient who checked out of the
hospital a few days later. I bought a new passport and a one way ticket to
London and a month after being dumped outside the hospital I flew into
Heathrow.

*

A couple of months quickly slipped by and the details of my nightmare started
to fade. I heard about the Mukdahan Project, a Joint Venture being undertaken
in Thailand by a team made up entirely of females, most engineering magazines
carried some aspect of the story. Mainly male labour, but the management and
control of the project were all women; Female Engineer's, Female Managers and
Female Superintendents and Supervisors and a lot of Female tradespeople. The
job was ahead of schedule and under budget and the companies involved FemDom
Engineering and South Eastern Construction were being offered much bigger
international contracts. And they were welcome to them.

I had lost a lot of money one way and another, but it's all swings and
roundabouts, you win some, you lose some, and by the start of the New Year I
had another project on the go. It was late January; Christmas was a blurred
memory and the tepid New Year celebrations were equally as memorable. I was at
home enjoying a cup of coffee on the balcony of my flat that overlooked the
Thames. I was deeply immersed in a newspaper report that I was reading from
the screen of my laptop, when my front door bell rang. I looked at my watch,
it was nine thirty. "Who could that be?" I wondered. I quickly walked down to
the front door when the bell rang again. "Alright, alright, I'm coming." I
shouted. I opened the door and Mistress Orla was standing there. "Not if I
have anything to do with it." She smiled coldly!

"OMG!"

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