You find yourself in an intimate boudoir with Miss Kendal and I. Our bodies encased in mesh and nylon from head to toe.

We bind your hands and gag you; what we have in mind will surely make you cry out in agony.

Kept as our plaything, your body is ours to use as we please. Today, we have a fascination with destroying your balls.

Kicked, squashed, trampled, squeezed, slapped and punched; your balls stand no chance against our sadistic desire. All you can do is moan through your gag and try in vain to wriggle free as we laugh at your humiliating predicament.

You find yourself in an intimate boudoir with Miss Kendal and I. Our bodies encased in mesh and nylon from head to toe.

We bind your hands and gag you; what we have in mind will surely make you cry out in agony.

Kept as our plaything, your body is ours to use as we please. Today, we have a fascination with destroying your balls.

Kicked, squashed, trampled, squeezed, slapped and punched; your balls stand no chance against our sadistic desire. All you can do is moan through your gag and try in vain to wriggle free as we laugh at your humiliating predicament.

But let's face it, you adore us at our most merciless, don't you slave?