Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
Deep in my core, I have a craving that cannot be quenched. Even when I live it out, I need more and more to attempt to satisfy my craving. Like an addict, I cannot let it go. As many of you already know, I have a thing for busting guys balls. Literally, although I do love being able to bitch to them about everything they are doing. But this, this is different. Teeth and nails sinking into the delicate skin around the pathetic packages so many men have, my chest warming with excitement as they take my punishment for their mistake of being male.
Busting balls will never bore me.
Time slows down as I wind up my heel, lurching it backwards and picking up speed. A slow but steady fling forward, the light catching my heel and making it gleam just as bright as the tears and sweat gleaming on my subbies fucking face. The noise that releases out of their pathetic throat as I connect with their balls and swollen cock never gets old. A groaning moan of pain and pleasure, their knowledge of their pathetic selves sinking in. No real man would allow me to be this cruel to their precious package.
Busting their mind in the process, red trickling down to their feet as they double over in pain from the impact. Of course there is more to be done when in my presence, but basking in the glory of the privilege to be destroyed by a goddess like me is enough for them in the moment. Despite any hesitation, they always accept. Embarrassment would follow if they were to do anything different, deviate off script in my mind. The embarrassment of being a man is enough, they don’t need more until their minds betray them and decide to fight back against a Goddess like me.