Scene One

"Apologize With your B*ll"

My sl*ve has forgotten the ginger.

I needed the ginger to do a coveted figging scene and he forgot it. For this he will have to atone with his b*lls. To make up for his forgetfulness he will have to stand there and take kicks straight to his coin purse. How many can he take? How sorry is he? Pretty sorry if you ask Me, forgetting something so vital. As punishment he gets sore b*lls that he will not soon forget. I start with position one, then move into position five. I do love b*ll-busting from the rear!

Later I make him flip back around in position one for the grand finale, b*ll kicks until his knees buckle, then boot worship.

KISS THEM!

Scene Two

"50 Cane Strokes"

I am such a nice person, I let this pathetic sl*ve have a warm up before his caning. The warm up is also a caning, but with a different cane. The fearful sounds he makes in response to the cane swats cutting the air in their path excites Me. Seeing him tremble with fear, bent over and contorted in My predicament b*ndage stokes My flames of passion, for caning. This *ss must be striped, red, pink, and bruised. One day he may even be ready to indulge Me with an *sshole caning. But first he needs to toughen up a bit.

No better way to toughen up a sl*ve than with a l*ttle corporal punishment.

Scene Three

"L*cked By My Dragon-T*il"

My whips are so hot, I like to dangle them from My waist like evil Demoness t*ils. They heat up My sl*ve's *ss and back well. After his caning he is a bit tender and whiny but he menages to pull though, for Me. I do not have to ask him too many times to regain his composure. Fortunately for Me, the prospect of upsetting Me with under-performance is far more daunting than the menacing hiss of the leather strips whizzing though the air, slashing away at his sore flesh. When he starts to really pant and cry is when I start to feel My body heating up with excitement. I love reducing men, especially this scrawny piece of meat I currently have at My mercy.

Scene Four

"Smoke Sl*t"

I have a tied, plugged, and gagged sl*t in sensory deprivation I can do with anything I please to. I have just freshly caned, b*ll busted, and whipped him and he is broken and ready for reprogramming. What is left? Just a l*ttle more programming and this one will be a complete drone. With most of his senses suspended he is committed to My herbal cigarette and it's magical powers to subdue and mesmerize.

Inhale, hold, exhale. Good drone.

Used P*in Sl*t

Used Pin Slt