Today I dictate that Our sl*ve requires a harsh b*llbusting, a very harsh b*llbusting indeed. The sub kneels before Us, naked wearing only a hood - that will not protect those tender b*lls! Tainted Maitrise is very confident that We can test Our sl*ve to near total destruction; even though I have trained this boy, encouraging Our sub to take all of the p*in that We wish to inflict!

We cannot wait to administer a harsh, painful test and I so love sharing such testing of trained subs with My friends – it is a privilege and responsibility for the sub to endure to My exacting standards. Our sl*ve asks Tainted Maitrise to “bust my b*lls, please!” and, quite rightly She makes sure that he means it before lifting as much as a single toe. Once happy, She kicks off in fine style, kicking Our sl*ve’s nuts repeatedly, warming them up and beginning to bruise them.

Our sub clearly appreciates Tainted Maitrise’s skills as he gets hard while making sweet gurgling, moaning noises as She strikes Her targets each time. I watch appreciatively as the tenderising process continues, as We evaluate the sl*ve’s resolve upon his journey under My control. Another salvo of kicks lashes against Our boy’s b*lls and his whimpers persist as Tainted Maitrise enjoys Herself fully.

We swap over and Our boy begs Me to bust his b*lls as well! I am happy to oblige, noting that the sub is dripping with excitement. This indiscipline means that the busting will be harder and increased in intensity. I slam My heels into his clockweights, jingling the twin orbs painfully between the sl*ve’s legs. Another sh*t and the sl*ve sinks forward, bowing his head to the floor. What a loser the sl*ve is: “Get up!” I order, I am nowhere near finished!

The sl*ve rises and We make him sit with his b*ll sin a conspicuously exposed position, ripe for busting! We strap his legs down and with the sl*ve’s b*lls set precariously exposed, Lady Maitrise punches them, over and over while I laugh. Then I join in, and, with My shiny gloves to the fore, I start to rearrange My sl*ve’s bollocks...bruises, aches, p*in – I provide the lot! Our sl*ve s*ffers and moans, but I have nothing of it and instruct him to hold onto a chain to give us clear access to his nuts.

Tainted Maitrise uses kicks and punches until the sl*ve’s tears mingle with his drool and We taunt the loser with busted nuts. I follow up with a series of knees to the groin; each one smacks into the sl*ve’s b*lls hard, scattering them temporarily, only to regather for the next wallop! We let the sl*ve down and he slumps to the floor, looking very used. Such a drama queen!

Second-hand means something different today, not so much “used”, more likely to mean a second fist thumping into the sl*ve’s testicles. The battering that the sl*ve’s “brains” have taken means that he starts to forget Our names – We punish this with a series of kicks from Tainted Maitrise while the sl*ve tries to kiss my foot. Even now the sl*ve continues to drip on Tainted Maitrise’s foot.

As he is on all fours, We take turns kicking the sl*ve’s, useless, dangling nuts. They have reddened and bruised up before I land a particularly effectively swift kick. The sl*ve topples over and cries out: “Gibberish!” judges Tainted Maitrise while I weigh up the next kicks and deliver repeated bl*ws that reduce Our boy to tears. We laugh, he cries: We have busted Our sl*ve to tears!

BUSTED TO TEARS