'Get to your knees and look at my feet, it is the last chance that you will have'

My supposedly devoted foot sl*ve has spent our entire evening out staring at other womens’ feet. I find his actions incredibly disrespectful and intend on punishing him for his poor attempts at self control.

He tries to apologise, but I won’t accept his pathetic attempts of apology. I tell him to get to his knees and look at my feet, as this is the last chance he will get. Whilst down there I instruct him to take off my beautiful strappy stilettos, and I tell him that I will be punishing him with my perfect petite feet to teach him a lesson about self control. I demand that my sl*ve strips c*mpletely naked, as I remind him how I have had enough of his despicable behaviour. I tell him to start crawling up the stairs and before his knee touches the bottom step, I kick him viciously between his legs, landing my foot directly onto his b*lls. My anger apparent, I continue to land ruthless kicks to his b*lls as my sorry sl*ve struggles up the first few steps of the stairs. He falters and stalls, so I grab his b*lls in my fist and squeeze; telling him that by the time I am done with his b*lls they will be c*mpletely destroyed. No one disrespects me like that- he should be staring at, and longing to worship my feet all night, not other peoples.

My sl*ve tries to get away, I demand he turns around, back against the stairs so I can see his b*lls as I kick them. He begs for forgiveness, almost squeaking when my foot meets his b*lls repeatedly. After a br*tal kicking up the stairs, he finally reaches the top; his b*lls look so kickable hung over the top step- so I tell him to lay down fully and I take pleasure in kicking them hard again and again. My sl*ve anomalistically shouts into the carpet in response to each kick, struggling to keep his composure. His b*lls are trapped between each strike of my foot and the top step, with no escape I intend on ruining his testicles.

My disloyal sl*ve thinks we are done, but I assure him we are only just getting started... As he lays on the bed, his b*lls exposed and vulnerable for me, I take them into my hand and squeeze them hard. I had a wonderful evening planned for us both, him at the foot of my bed worshipping my feet, but instead he decided to disrespect me and he will therefore pay in p*in for his actions.

I take pleasure in squeezing his now sore and swollen sack with his b*lls at the top of my fist, and punch them hard. This t*rment elicits some grunts and shouts of p*in from my sl*ve, much to my satisfaction. I wiggle my toes and show off my feet at the end of the bed, and he begs to worship them; but he is not worthy after his poor behaviour this evening. I instruct him to get on his knees on the bed, b*lls dangling ready for my kicks. The feet that he is now so desperate to worship kick him directly onto his b*lls repeatedly, and after each strike of my foot, he hunches over from the p*in. He falls onto the bed and I continue to punch his b*lls, giving him no respite from the br*tal h*ts.

As he lays on his back, I land my feet on his b*lls and squish them against his body with my perfect toes. If he ever disrespects me again, I will kick his b*lls so hard they will pop. He begs and pleads, and ensures me it’ll never happen again- he has learned his lesson, I hope...

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