In this clip I have devised a cruel game to make my slave to suffer in the pursuit of his Goddess. I have tied my slave's cock and balls securely to a 30 pound cinder block, and demand that he crawl to me. I want to see how much pain and agony he will endure for the privilege to bow before his Goddess. I can see by the look on his face and cries of anguish, that this an insurmountable task.

As he drags his bruised and battered nut sack across the hard concrete floor, every ounce of strength and will power is needed to make the painful journey. I command him to keeps his eyes cast d...

In this clip I have devised a cruel game to make my slave to suffer in the pursuit of his Goddess. I have tied my slave's cock and balls securely to a 30 pound cinder block, and demand that he crawl to me. I want to see how much pain and agony he will endure for the privilege to bow before his Goddess. I can see by the look on his face and cries of anguish, that this an insurmountable task.

As he drags his bruised and battered nut sack across the hard concrete floor, every ounce of strength and will power is needed to make the painful journey. I command him to keeps his eyes cast downward until he has proven himself worthy to gaze upon my perfection.

As he plods ever so closely to me, I slowly take a step backwards thus prolonging his torment. I demand that he keep up and move forward so his suffering continues. Jubilation washes over his face as he reaches his destination, only to find his cruel Mistress strutting off to another location.

He cries out in desperation as the rope tightens around his testicles, but he continues forward for as long as I wish. As it should be. Like the bedtime story of the little engine that could, he keeps moving forward...forward...forward...persevering...onward...onward...inching his pain racked body to my feet.