Harley drops the tin bucket by her man-slave's feet. He is bound with a straight jacket and fitted in a leather mask. She reaches into the bucket and pulls out multi-colored clothespins to clip onto her manslave's balls. With each one clipped, her man-slave counts and howls in pain. Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, soon its not possible to see balls anymore, only multi-colored plastic. When she runs out of pins, she removes them slowly to maximize the punishment for her worthless slave.

Harley drops the tin bucket by her man-slave's feet. He is bound with a straight jacket and fitted in a leather mask. She reaches into the bucket and pulls out multi-colored clothespins to clip onto her manslave's balls. With each one clipped, her man-slave counts and howls in pain. Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, soon its not possible to see balls anymore, only multi-colored plastic. When she runs out of pins, she removes them slowly to maximize the punishment for her worthless slave.