Lady Dark Angel’s hooded slave stands in the centre of the chambers, secured by his leather cuffs by chains hanging from the ceiling. He hears the snapping of the lady’s heels as she approaches him. As though to enhance the man’s senses the lady running her hand down his chest tells the man she can see he’s already shaking, asking the man if he was nervous as she shows him her boots by angling up her boot against his balls and then tells the man she is in a very sadistic mood, wondering what else she might be. Picking up and pulling on his cock, Lady Dark Angel then shows him the trajectory...

Lady Dark Angel’s hooded slave stands in the centre of the chambers, secured by his leather cuffs by chains hanging from the ceiling. He hears the snapping of the lady’s heels as she approaches him. As though to enhance the man’s senses the lady running her hand down his chest tells the man she can see he’s already shaking, asking the man if he was nervous as she shows him her boots by angling up her boot against his balls and then tells the man she is in a very sadistic mood, wondering what else she might be. Picking up and pulling on his cock, Lady Dark Angel then shows him the trajectory her boot suggesting to the slave he tells her what name he would give her as she strikes his balls. Thus the ballbusting and kicking starts with the slave ascribing a new word to each strike, the lady then musing that the process could work through the alphabet, A to Z

The slave is fortunate perhaps that he does not have to work at the descriptions alone as he receives much encouragement from Lady Dark Angel, not solely with her kicks but her constant urging. The kicks come one after another punctuated by suggestions on words and descriptions and to spur the man on there are series of constant kicks. When all is over the slave has to put pen to paper listing all the descriptions which best describe the experience under the impact of the lady’s boots