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It was the fifth visit to my therapist. My progress was pretty decent; my balloon fear was already quite manageable. She saw it too and decided to do a next step — to make me stay near a big balloon. I thought it would be quite enough for one visit but the therapist went further — she started to squeeze the balloon and ever sit on it in her attempt to prove that not all balloons pop.

Her intentions were good but after getting over my phobic reactions I felt something different… something that made me feel embarrassed. This «something» made me abandon all my manners and peep what was going to happen with balloons when my visit is over… oh my god, she kept on riding those huge loons! She did it so sensual that I was unable to stop staring… but she noticed me and got mad. Oh god I think my next visit will be canceled.

I guess it’s a kind of test for me. To sit calm and try not to close my eyes and ears while she inflates balloons and squeeze them with her fingers right on my crotch. My heart raced faster and faster with every squeaking sound coming from her hands squishing those poor balloons and every burst was like a small heart attack… and she lust laughed. Well anyway I hope I passed that.

My wife is aware about my fetish. She is okay with that though she has never tried to understand it. I have asked her to play with balloons for me million times and she finally agreed! I guess she regretted about it later but she promised me to try so that’s why she is sitting in front of me dressed in sexy outfit in a room full of best balloons. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long… but her face says that all this idea was quite stupid. I’m not sure if she even remembers anything about what I’ve asked her to do with balloons…

Tight vinyl is not an obstacle for a sharp blade. It penetrated the toy effortlessly leaving long straight cuts along its way. Just a few seconds to make the inflatable flat and a couple more moves to shred the toy to pieces. But the first moment when the knife touches the surface and rips it… so exciting. And the camera that is attached to my knife will let you see the ripping vinyl straight in front of your own eyes.

I get used to see all these balloons around all the time. But not to her impulsive lust to catch me relaxed and rise my anxiety from 0 to 100 in no time. Like this time when I watched TV peacefully and she suddenly put a chair in front of me and started seductively popping balloons on it. Damn, those bangs where so loud… But I must admit that her butt looks awesome in those leather tights!

Sometimes her passion for balloons results in really crazy episodes. Like the one when she was sitting on huge zeppelin balloons while the pump inflated it. And she humped this balloon all the time until in burst right under her! And she repeated this madness three times in a row! That’s insane, I could barely stand near this growing giant and she managed to hump it happily and even had fun watching me confused…

Well what could I expect after that video call? Of course the ONE FUCKING HUGE BALLOON POPPING LESSON! I guess she had enough fun watching me frightened and now she wanted to involve me into her kinky games.
Even after all that madness she did with balloons during the last weeks this one looks outstanding… She squeezed big balloons to pop fearlessly, she jumped on them, bounced them hard… and they turn to shreds with the massive burst! So many huge balloons, and she popped all of them! I see how much she enjoyed it and made a decision — I should finally overcome my fear and accept this part of her life. Maybe one day we could do it together.

The rules of this game are simple. Six big blue balloons are mine six clear balloons are his. We take turns pulling cards from the deck. If I have a higher card, I pop his balloon. If he has a higher card — I pop mine. The winner can be only one!

Today my new nurse visits me for the first time. I’ve never thought that balloons that my friends brought me yesterday would excite her so much! It was such unusual to see her touching them in a passionate way… unusual and weirdly pleasing. So when she hugged one balloon too hard so it suddenly popped in her arms I allowed her to take another one just to see what would happen next. Oh that was the best decision ever — that popping show worth all balloons in the world!