I start the torment by ordering the slave to crawl around in circles, each movement causing agony as his scrotum is pulled further and further away from his body, much to my delight. I decide that further posture correction is required and fasten a neck collar around the slave’s neck. I laugh and giggle at his pain, nothing turns me on more than to hear him cry and whimper in my presence.
Now partly immobilised, I order the slave to clean the dirt of my boots. You can hear the sound of agony as he is instructed to kneel down and start cleaning. His balls are a shade of purple and his useless cock is dripping in between the humbler clamps. I inspect his work and order him to clean particularly dirty areas his tongue has missed. Happy that my boots are now sparkling, I order him to start worshipping my beautiful legs. He adores them with kisses and licks as his balls are pulled even further away from him.
With any pleasure I reward my slave with, there must also be an element of intense pain to make me satisfied. Despite his protests, I fasten a lead around his posture collar and lead the slave around the room in circles, each one increasing the pain and suffering he is enduring. I laugh as to how pathetic he has become, nothing more than a plaything for me to use as I see fit!
Satisfied I have inflicted sufficient pain to this slave, I decide upon a little game to really push his limits and see how much he is willing to take for me. I sit myself on the throne and spread my legs giving the slave a full view of my lingerie covered pussy. I know how much he wants to worship and taste me but there is a little catch, he is going to have to pull his balls rather hard for me if he so desires this reward!
