With her slave bound and hooded on a huge metal cross, Mistress Renee Trevi can do virtually anything she wants with him. And that was never so painfully apparent as she slaps and punches his exposed and vulnerable testicles with her gloved fist.

Over and over she slaps her pets pathetic, useless manhood, as he writhes in severe pain. Grabbing, twisting, pinching and crushing his ball sack, until tears roll down his cheeks. What good is this useless piece of flesh between a man's legs, if not for Mistress' pleasure and amusement?

With her slave bound and hooded on a huge metal cross, Mistress Renee Trevi can do virtually anything she wants with him. And that was never so painfully apparent as she slaps and punches his exposed and vulnerable testicles with her gloved fist.

Over and over she slaps her pets pathetic, useless manhood, as he writhes in severe pain. Grabbing, twisting, pinching and crushing his ball sack, until tears roll down his cheeks. What good is this useless piece of flesh between a man's legs, if not for Mistress' pleasure and amusement?