Scene One "Sore Sorry B*lls"

B*lls are not good for much, it is a proven fact. Since I am person who dislikes w*ste very much, I make sure to use b*lls to the best of their ability whenever possible. What is their best use? Castigation of course.

Busting b*lls fills Me with diabolical joy. Kicking a man to the ground is exuberant. Kicking him while he is down is even better. His whining is hilarious, what a l*ttle b*by. Of course he is expected to take bl*w after bl*w without trying to defend his machismo.

Once they are sore and bruised I stretch My nails on them and listen to his pleas of desperation. Ah, I cannot wait to crush them in the plexi box.

Scene Two "B*ll Busted by a Bodacious Beauty"

It is so cute when men like our sl*ve think they will come over to satisfy Us in some magical way. There is no magical use for men though, they are mainly just slapstick fun. Like this idiot, his only skill was kneeling there while Domina T practiced Her kicks on his ugly nuts. Even then he would keel over every once in a while. Totally worthless...

At least T could enjoy Herself watching him be a pile of trash, generously grinding Her stiletto heel into it's b*lls.

Scene Three "Shiny B*lls for Busting"

If a sl*ve's b*lls do not hang low enough for proper busting, a stretching is in order. This sl*ve has been equipped with shiny new b*ll weights to correct the unsatisfactory hang of his meager b*lls. They amuse My girlfriend Domina Tetra Von Kemp. What a pretty target for Us to aim our shiny heels at. After a few rounds of kicking, the loser is on the floor, doubled over. Despite trying his best, his weak, pathetic b*lls cannot stand up to Our thirst for busting.

He can have a short break, before We continue.

Scene Four "Ruining his *rgasm"

There comes a point where even the brawniest B*ll Busting sl*ve takes a knee and can no longer stand for more service. This is not to say this particular sl*ve has performed to an exemplary standard so far; In fact he has been quite the disappointing bag of human w*ste.

These types use to be put to pasture. These days My insatiable appetite for s*dism has led Me to employ more innovative tactics that I am excited to share with My girlfriend Domina T. I vicariously relive My first impression of My now favorite trinket through Her reactions. We take turns tightening the screws into his skin. That foot zombie just cannot resist Us. The pressure becomes too high and he bl*ws without permission, a crime punishable by hard kicks to the groin.

Two Babes Bust Two B*lls