Making and breaking of a cuckold – 19 The bar B que two

“Well, what are you waiting for fuckwit?”, she said. I placed the boots on her feet and did up the laces. They were a little large but fitted OK.

Christy turned to Max and said, “Do you mind if I borrow the cuckold for just one kick in the balls?”

“Knock yourself out”, was Max’s rely

Oh dear, I was dreading this. I was usually busted bare foot and that was bad enough. And the build-up had been excruciating and exhausting. I knew which words were coming.

Gemma spoke, “Assume the Position faggot … in front of Miss Christy”.

I did and she looked me up and down with contempt then spoke, “I’ve only been her for 10 minutes faggot but you’ve already licked my feet and now I’m gonna kick your balls with these boots. You’re not much of a man, are you? Don’t answer that, your Mistress has already told me she has taken away your manhood. Maybe after this, you’ll treat me and my man with proper respect”.

Miss Christy was a dreaded toe kicker. She unleashed a devastating kick with her heavy boot, the toe of which trapped my left testicle against my pelvis, again. The next thing I knew I was lying at her feet dry reaching while everyone else was cheering. Through the mists I heard Princess Sheridan’s voice;