My slave loves nothing more than being enveloped in My smoke and feeling My hot ash on his flesh. To receive such reward he must first earn that privilege and suffer for Me. I kneel him before Me and kick him cruelly in his ball sack, he slumps to the floor and I laugh at his discomfort. 31 kicks is My number, if he can manage all of them I will allow him his reward. After 3 he is already visibly struggling, he begs for mercy and for Me to relent. I will show him My idea of mercy as I pulverise his plums with My feet. Taking turns to kick each sack like they were footballs. Reducing a man t...

My slave loves nothing more than being enveloped in My smoke and feeling My hot ash on his flesh. To receive such reward he must first earn that privilege and suffer for Me. I kneel him before Me and kick him cruelly in his ball sack, he slumps to the floor and I laugh at his discomfort. 31 kicks is My number, if he can manage all of them I will allow him his reward. After 3 he is already visibly struggling, he begs for mercy and for Me to relent. I will show him My idea of mercy as I pulverise his plums with My feet. Taking turns to kick each sack like they were footballs. Reducing a man to tears with My feet busting his nuts is so much fun, he somehow manages to make it to 20. Each kick becoming crueler and each recovery longer and more desperate. he has earned his reward as I light My cigarette and tease his skin with the embers. I etch My initial onto his chest as a reminder of today, his flesh glowing red from My cigarette and his erection raging in sheer delight...............