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She came home in a bad mood. Emptied my glass of wine saying nothing and collapsed on a couch. I already knew that it’s better not to ask anything and just do what she says. And her only order was to bring her balloons. I obeyed and gave her a couple of them. First the rubbed those balloons a bit and then she suddenly pressed her spiky heels right into the latex… Omg, that was so scary and loud. I was rooted to the spot and who knows how long could I stay numb if she wouldn’t claim another latex victim for her…

No one can shine brighter than me. The others are only allowed to humbly bring the balloons for my heels while I admire my outstanding beauty and supremacy over these pathetic pieces of latex that can do nothing against my deadly heels.

My stepmom busted me with my toys… again. She always had a bad attitude to this stuff and this time was a straw that broke the camel’s back. She took the scissors and promised end it here and now.

Not sure what it was like… A terrible act of cruelty under a mask of some kind of twisted help. She looked into my eyes saying «don’t be afraid», «it’s okay» while she was destroying my favorite toys in front of me. I was rooted to spot unable to say anything… and even when she put the scissors in my hand to pierce my most beloved Balloon Dog I had no will to object.

You regain consciousness in the dark laying binded, duct-taped and cuffed to the bed. No chance to escape. The silent but terrifying sounds come from nowhere and become louder and louder scaring you. The dim lights catch the person with balloons approaching to you… A flash blinds you for a second and you see a clown girl. In spite of her sex appeal you see the sparkles of insanity in her eyes. She knows about your fear of balloons. She prepared a wicked torture for you. She will make you freak out even without a single balloon popped.

Besides of her obvious sex appeal this explosive fusion of impetuosity and kink still thrills me. She can suddenly jump on a dinner table, throw my book away and start blowing big balloons to the max just to feel how it scares me and to see me trying to fight my fear of those sudden massive bangs. She’s definitely crazy.

Worst way to wake me up EVER. My stepsister kick opened the door and accused me of keeping balloons under my bed regardless of stepmom’s prohibition. I have no idea how she found my stash… Moreover, my asshole stepsister haven’t missed a chance to bully me in a most cruel way. She brought a vacuum cleaner and started to pump my balloons in front of me till they burst! Shit, have you ever been pushed to the corner with a huge balloon while a pump is inflating it to pop? It is scary af! I tried to run away but she didn’t let me to do that and kept having fun of me while I tried to hide from those terrible explosions close to my face…

You regain consciousness in the dark laying binded, duct-taped and cuffed to the bed. No chance to escape. The silent but terrifying sounds come from nowhere and become louder and louder scaring you. The dim lights catch the person with balloons approaching to you… A flash blinds you for a second and you see a clown girl. In spite of her sex appeal you see the sparkles of insanity in her eyes. She knows about your fear of balloons. She prepared a wicked torture for you. She will make balloons burst right in your face freaking you out.

Of course the big balloons in her bedroom are a ‘must have’ stuff. I tried to object but she just laughed at me. Now she intentionally keeps the huge balloon as close to me as it’s possible. Moreover, she can suddenly jump on it and start humping and squeezing that poor balloon to make me look terrified again… Thanks God it doesn’t end with the burst every time. And I have to admit that watching her body squeezed into a clear latex may distract from the fear of popping…

I haven’t intended to reveal my fetish on a first Tinder date. Everything was going good, she was hot, a bit drunk and was already sitting on my bed. Honestly I haven’t expected the things to go that well so didn’t do a cleanup and left a huge bunch of my favorite balloons in my bedroom. Too bad.

Somehow she recognized the Balloons United logo and recalled a TV show about looners… she treated them as freaks for being attached to «rubber bags with air» and being afraid of popping. I could handle that but then she popped one of balloons with a pin and I failed to hide my inherent fear of popping. And she noticed that! She recognized a looner in me, called me a freak…and popped ALL my balloons before leaving me with a pile of latex shreds and devastating frustration.

You decided to have some kinky balloon alone fun while your girlfriend is at work. But when you’ve just started getting down with balloons she suddenly comes back home. You girlfriend hates your ugly fetish and no surprise that she gets mad busting you… She’s going to teach you a nasty lesson.

I see you in the club, take you hand and grab to the private room with glowing ultraviolet lights and balloons. I’m going to make you feel tight latex bursting between you and me.

I knew that those distant sounds were more like working pump and not like a regular kitchen noise but she didn’t let me out of the room until she finished and invited me for a dinner. She said we would have a duck… well yes, we really had it. Huge, more than 2 meters long, tightly inflated duck float. Damn, she even drew the icons of garnishes on it! And when she pierced one with the fork I finally realized that her today appetite is certainly not about poultry…