The Latina Ballbusters Armpits

Sitting in Starbucks, I was relaxing after my first week of work at a new job. It was a new part of town for me, and I wasn't very familiar with my new surroundings, but I felt comfortable pulling into the coffee shop, even though all of the other businesses clearly catered to the Latino population that they served.

As I sipped on my caramel ribbon crunch frappacino and studied my phone, scrolling through the newsfeed on Facebook, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful, petite Latina beauty seated a couple of tables away. Her shoulder-length straight black hair looked so shiny, and her dark eyes kept glancing my way. I couldn't help but admire her as her crossed dark legs were clearly highlighted by the short black skirt that barely covered anything. She continually rocked her ankle, flipping her flip-flop on the end of her free foot. Her nails were painted a shiny black. She almost looked Gothic; everything was black, including her travel mug from which she sipped her drink.

She continued to glance over at me, and I was starting to wonder if my pants were unzipped or something. "Eric, come here," she said. I looked up at her, stunned. How did she know my name? She was staring directly at me, pointing to the seat beside her. I got up and moved down the aisle to take the seat beside her. As I did so, my lanyard and ID card swung in front of my face, and I realized how stupid I was for leaving them on. Of course, that's how she knew my name!

As I moved to the seat next to her, I turned to her with my hand out to shake and said, "Hi! You're right; I'm Eric. Nice to meet you!"

She smirked, but never raised her hand to mine, nor offered her name. Instead, she said, "Sit down, whiteboy. And, quit staring at my feet unless you want to earn a chance to massage them."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice," I replied.

"Oh? So you like my feet?" she asked.

"They are very pretty," I shyly admitted.

"Well, you'll need to earn them, whiteboy," she whispered as she reached across the table and pinched my nipple closest to her. I smiled like a fool as she continued to roll my nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at me with her big, beautiful piercing eyes. Finally, when my nipple was very erect, she smiled and asked if I would like to go back to her place. Of course, I was excited and ready! Anything that this young hottie wanted, I was ready to do!

As we left Starbucks, she grabbed my hand and told me to leave my BMW there. She told me that she only lives a few doors down. We started walking down the alley behind the coffee shop, and I suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. Why were we walking in an alley? Thankfully, it wasn't dark yet, but my eyes must have been darting back and forth, giving away my sense of fear. She leaned against me, and whispered, "Don't worry! You're safe out here, my whiteboy. But, you won't be safe when I get your clothes off." I relaxed a bit, smiling down into her beautiful eyes as we continued our walk.

After just a few more steps, she stopped and used her key to open a door that lead upstairs to an apartment over one of the businesses. I followed her up the dimly lit stairway, paying careful attention to how short her miniskirt was, and imagining how this petite beauty was going to rock my world. As we got to the top of the stairs, she unlocked another door, and then we were inside the living room of her apartment. It was beautiful! She had the place decorated and furnished very nicely, although everything seemed to be black or dark, except the walls that were painted a deep red. It appeared that blue lights were the only source of lighting, other than the natural light that entered from the large window overlooking the street below. She said, "Here, sit here and get comfortable while I go get out of these clothes. Go ahead and get naked for me." With that, she disappeared into the bedroom. I was out of my clothes within seconds. I knew this was the luckiest day of my life! And I was ready!

As I sat naked on the leather sofa, I began to get fidgety after awhile. What could be taking her so long? She had only worn flip-flops, a miniskirt, and a tank top. I'm sure that it shouldn't take long to remove those.

Soon, the bedroom door opened, and she slowly walked toward me wearing only a g-string. She smiled and said, "Are you ready to please me?" I didn't even get a chance to speak before she had her hand on my balls, massaging them gently. Then, I felt her remove one hand and begin wrapping something around my sack. I looked down to see what she was doing, and she had some kind of small collar that she was fastening tightly on me, pulling my balls down a bit. The next thing I knew, she had a small chain attached to the collar and she told me that she really liked her white boys to be kept on leashes. At that moment, I could only think to ask her how many white boys she has.

"Oh, quite a few," she beamed, as she pulled me off the couch, into the center of the room. "Now, be a good boy and unfasten the swing above you so that you will have a comfy place to sit," she directed. I looked up, saw a black circular object that looked like a padded toilet seat with four long chains. I unhooked the chains from the hooks in the ceiling and allowed the swing to drop fully to my waist. I wondered, how did I not see this when I was sitting and waiting for her to return, and what am I getting into? But, I was thinking with my wrong head, so I was ready to try anything that this hot little Latina wanted to do!

She ran the chain attached to my balls down through the center of the circular seat, then told me to hop up on the ring. I looked up, wondering if these chains would hold my weight, and she said, "Don't worry! This seat holds all sizes of white boys, even fat ones like you." I complied and was seated on the swing. She then quickly placed leather cuffs around my wrists and attached them high above me. I was starting to worry.

"Okay, now, I told you that you were safe until I got you naked. Now, you are mine. You are now my bitch." I started to speak, but the ball gag that she was attaching around my head kept me from saying more than a word.

"So, you like looking at my feet? Well, I told you that you would have to earn a chance to massage them. But, my feet are not my favorite part of me, so you have to take care of what I want first, okay?" I nodded, still thinking this may be fun, although I was worried about what was coming next.

"Good, I like submissive bitchboys like you who are so willing. So, I like my armpits to be worshipped." With that, she raised her arms and turned from side to side, and I could see that this little Latina goddess had some very hairy armpits. "But," she continued, "you have to endure some ball pain in order to get me excited enough to let you worship my armpits. You have to take lots of pain, and then, if I think you are truly ready to be my bitch, then I MAY let you worship my armpits. Do you want to lick my armpits, bitch?"

I wasn't sure how to answer, and I don't think she really waited for me to answer anyway as she dropped below me and began pulling my balls downward. She fastened the other end of the chain to a hook built into the floor. My nuts were definitely being pulled, but I was trying to reposition myself on the round seat to relieve some of the pressure that my sack was feeling. Then, she just tightened it and I was caught. She stood, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Welcome to hell, bitch!"

With that, she picked up a riding crop and began smacking my hanging fruits very hard and very fast. I don't know if I was making any noise through the ball gag, but in my mind I was screaming at the top of my lungs. She continued the assault on my stretched sack and balls for what seemed like eternity. Finally, she stopped, and asked if I wanted to worship her armpits. I nodded that I did, hoping that I wouldn't have to endure any more ball torture. She smiled, and said, "Great, only two more hours of ball torture and you will get your wish!" And, she resumed spanking my nuts.

At some point, I think I lost consciousness, and I was brought back to attention when she grabbed a nipple in each hand and began pinching and twisting with a grip that seemed like steel vicegrips. She smiled as I winced and endured the pain. I was beyond yelling into the ball gag by now. I was drenched in my own sweat, and I was weak.

She stopped and stroked my face gently, asking, "Okay, whiteboy, I am going to ask again. Do you want to worship my armpits?" I hesitated, then shook my head yes. I wasn't sure which way would end this assault, but I knew that she liked her armpits, so that was my clue to show my appreciation for them. "Good! Only one more hour of ball pain, and you can enjoy my sweaty, hairy armpits!" I began shaking my head no, but the riding crop was already landing again and again on my now-numb imprisoned balls.

After only a few minutes, she stopped. She said, "I will make a deal with you, bitch! I will stop hurting your balls if you are ready to be my true bitch. Or, if you just want to be done, we can finish your ball punishment now. Your choice, be my true bitch or be done...which is it? I knew that I didn't want the ball torture to continue, so I tried to say "bitch" through the ball gag. She walked around behind me and unfastened the gag, and said, "Now, think long and hard...do you want to be my bitch, or do you want me to finish torturing your balls. You have forty-five minutes before you earn the chance to worship my armpits. Or, you can submit to me and be my bitch."

I wasn't sure what being her bitch involved, but anything was better than what I was going through. "I will be your bitch," I said. She smacked my nuts hard a couple of times and said, "Beg to be my bitch!" I started to plead, "Please let me..." She landed a couple of hard smacks on my nuts. "Beg, bitch!" she shouted.

"Oh, goddess, please, please, please let me be your bitch!" I howled.

"Very well," she said. She disappeared into the bedroom and returned carrying a jumbo box of Fleet enemas and a box of Massengill's douches. She immediately squirted one of the enemas into my ass, followed by a second one. She told me not to leak, or she would beat my nuts harder. She unfastened me from the swing, and told me to stand up straight. I did, awaiting my next command. She lifted one arm, and told me to smell and then lick her armpit completely. I inhaled the sweaty aroma of a beautiful goddess who had just enjoyed an aerobic workout of beating whiteboy balls. As I was licking, she told me to lick really good because she never uses deodorant or soap on her beautiful armpit hair. I continued to lick that armpit until she switched arms, and I repeated my careful worshipping of her wonderfully scented and flavored armpits.

My stomach was beginning to cramp from the enema, and she pointed me toward the bathroom to go empty my bladder. When I returned, she told me to bend over, and she shot two more enemas up my ass. She told me that I had earned the chance to worship her feet. I beamed with pride. She then told me that it was just a chance...not a sure thing. "I would love to worship your feet," I softly told her.

"Okay, here's the deal, whiteboy!" she said. "You can take the last forty-five minutes of ball pain and be done, leave here and never come back. Or, you can worship my feet while you have a long, fat toy in your ass. If you choose to worship my feet, it will cost you. You will stop here every two weeks and give me $200 and worship my armpits and feet, and maybe once in awhile I will let you go down on me. You decide!

At this point, I don't know if I was just delirious or if I was so attracted to her sexy armpits and feet, but I was practically begging to come over every two weeks. And that's how my first week of work went! How was yours?