As expected, I did go to the gym yesterday during a few hours away from you naughties and I did indeed see big burly guy there. Well, I heard him first, before seeing him. I waltzed in, as always, in my little lycra bike shorts and this time a white tank top, my nipples perky from the chilly quick walk from the car. I never notice anyone there, just do my thing and also torment the owner (see prior posts), but when I got on the thigh squeeze machine there was this loud ANNNHHHHHGGGG to my right. I looked over there through the mirrored wall and lo and behold big burly guy was lifting some kind of weights and making all kinds of noise while doing it. Bothering everyone in the place.
What a ham!
Since I prefer more intelligent men I looked away in distaste and put my earbuds in to try to drown out his honking. Try listening to Tsychovski (my workout music) with big loud honks in the background. He kept it up, I don’t even think it was for attention he’s just so big and bulky that it hurts to pump iron. So I untwisted myself from the thigh squeezer and walked over and KICKED him in the nuts! Everyone laughed and he howled but then shut up and we all went back to doing our thing.
About an hour later I was finishing up when I turned around and there was big burly with this pathetic look on his face, cupping his nuts in his hand. “I wanted you to squeeze my balls but not like that,” he said. “You don’t get to choose how,” I said and smiled. “And by the way don’t bother my sissy anymore with your questions.”
Then I took my badass femdom self and walked out the door, not looking back despite the low sobs emitting from big burly’s bitch mouth. It doesn’t take much to break some men and I tend to like more of a challenge, but maybe he’ll grow back some balls before our next meeting so I can have more fun.
Kisses,
Empress Melanie, ball breaker extraordinaire.
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