ballbusted and thrown in the bushes

i was recently privileged to accompany my Mistress to an Applebees for a late night libation. She had a rough day with circumstances beyond Her control and had a full blown headache. while driving Her home from a meeting i picked up that She might want to relax a bit before facing the rigors of Her household. i made a pitstop to grab some ibuprofen and then we headed inside to Applebees.

She ordered an Applebee's Mojo and washed down a couple of the gelcaps. We/we talked about everything from politics to Her aspirations. it was good to see Her relax, eat some food and continue to taunt me with any kind of available torture device at Her disposal.

several times she deliberately stuck a straw up my nose and doused me with water from it. forks and knives were used frequently to poke and prod me. She giggled mischievously as She probed me for "doneness". eventually, the alcohol and the meds had begun to magnify the effect. She became more brazen and nailed me relentlessly under the table, striking my groin with the strong ball of Her foot and grinding my testicles into jelly with Her heavily treaded sneakers.

i suppose i brought the pain on myself saying.

"Mistress, You just can't hurt me or do anything to me with Your feet. i'm wearing my boots tonight."

She smiled appreciatively, picked up her cocktail and dangled one long finger over the edge of the glass, then with a furtive glance She bore Her sneakered Nikes again full force under the table into my unprotected groin. She locked them there hard, and continued to press. i immediately experienced intense pain and felt like keeling over. the force of Her kick startled me. i began to experience a slight tinge of nausea and it was as if my balls had climbed up into my throat and had taken permanent residence there. i grabbed the edge of the table and hoped that the waves of queasiness would pass. they did after awhile, and luckily She removed Her foot off my crotch.

"don't ever tell me what i can, and cannot do fishpaste." She glared at me while poking playfully with a fork aiming for a nose, eyeball or whatever presented itself as a tempting target.

the rest of the evening was relaxing and enjoyable. with the exception of a poke, pinch or jab. i seemed to have survived the experience.

after paying the bill, W/we headed out the door. W/we were walking by some bushes when all of a sudden She lunged sideways and leaned quite heavily into me while leveraging Her powerful thighs and legs into my side. i had nothing to do but topple and fall into and on top of some privet bushes. what was more humiliating is that She executed this move so effortlessly that it appeared that i was nothing more than that of a flimsy rag doll to topple at Her whim. what was worse was the moment that She chose this humiliating move. there i was, right smack in front of 2 full cars of people. how utterly humiliating!

"oh man!" i heard one of the guys say. "did you see that? She's gonna kick his ass!" i heard one man loudly announce.

"uh huh! man! She opened up a can of Whup ass on him".

they laughed and joked at my suspense and my Mistress did so too saying. "awwww i know i didn't hit You that hard and you looked absolutely ridiculous ... very amusing though for me." She stood over me mocking my physical ineptness.

I brushed off the underbrush from my rear end and made my way to the car. i could still hear their suffocating laughter and manic snickering. it did bother and embarrass me at first to think that my Mistress could easily toss me around, and throw me down at will, but i decided to try to grow from the experience. the important thing was She was laughing, giggling and having a good time. that was all that was important to me. i wanted to serve her and make sure She was content and happy; at least for the moment.

i must include this pertinent afterthought; in that i was overwhelmingly relieved that this little episode did not take place near a steep cliff. whew!