'Your *rgasm belongs to us, if we catch you m*sturbating, your b*lls are in for it...'

Sl*ve T was given a chore list, we expected it finished upon our arrival however many are still outstanding. As Goddess Jessica and I interrogate him while he is strapped tightly to the b*ndage chair, he admits he was distracted- with his c*ck in his hand...

Our sl*ve knows that his *rgasms belong to us, and that he is not allowed to ejaculate without our permission. He tries to plead with us but instead of granting him mercy, I take his b*lls in my hand and squeeze them hard. There is no time for pathetic pleading and excuses here. We decide that his punishment will be to t*rment his b*lls, since he has drained them without our permission we will take it upon ourselves to ruin them. I squeeze his b*lls harder and punch them with my fist, our sl*ve cries out in agony and his body jolts in p*in. Goddess Jessica readies her fingers next to his sensitive b*lls; flicking them until they turn a wonderful shade of red. We both take great pleasure in dishing out some testicle t*rment, especially to such a disobedient sl*ve.

We compare the red shade of his b*lls to the colour of our lips, with our faces so very close to our sl*ve’s crotch he is more desperate than ever for a release. Goddess Jessica tightly takes his b*lls in her fist and I flick them harshly, our sl*ve tenses within his bounds as one flick is all it takes to make him squirm in t*rment. After Goddess Jessica gives his b*lls a few slaps, I hold the sl*ve’s head back against the chair and Goddess Jessica knees him in his most vulnerable area. I push my knee into his crotch, squeezing his b*lls against his body. His b*lls looked so close to popping, and our sl*ve exclaims that it feels as though we are castrating him, if only!

Our sl*ve is s*ffering, but still no where near enough. Goddess Jessica holds our sl*ve’s red and swollen b*lls firmly as I press the sharp heel of my thigh high PVC boot into them. The sl*ve groans and complains that it hurts, we remind him that he deserves it as he begs for mercy. I remove my heel and a cruel red mark is left on his ballsack, a painful reminder to behave in future. I hold the sl*ve's b*lls for Goddess Jessica to do the same, as she presses her pointed boot heel into his b*lls, the sl*ve continues to protest that his b*lls are now broken. Just as they should be..

We continue to dish out our testicle t*rment as punishment until we are fully satisfied that sl*ve T's b*lls are fully destroyed. Goddess Jessica and I remind him that his b*lls belong to us, and we promise him that the next time he fails to do his chores, he won’t have any b*lls left to t*rment.

BLONDE B*TCHES BEAT HIS B*LLS

BLONDE BTCHES BEAT HIS BLLS