After my little slut went to get the riding crop with me, he got a little ball torment as punishment. Let’s see if he forgets anything again soon. The sight of me working on his sensitive balls with the riding crop is both arousing and satisfying. Every blow makes him moan in pain, and he can barely keep still, so intense are the sensations. His skin quickly turns red and hot, and the mixture of pain and yielding makes him tremble before me. It is a moment of complete control, in which I determine the intensity and rhythm of the blows and push him to his limits. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that every blow is a sign of my power over him. This lesson in memory will surely help him to be more attentive in the future.

My slut got a package today. His new heels. I made him go to the door and accept them himself right away. After unpacking and putting the heels away, I immediately tied up his useless balls. He didn’t follow my order to fetch the riding crop. So we’ll just do it together, my way. The sight of him standing before me with the new heels on his feet and his balls tied up is both arousing and demeaning. His eyes are wide with shame and uncertainty as he tries to keep his balance and follow my instructions. The riding crop in my hand is a symbol of my power, and every blow I deliver is a reminder of who’s in charge. It is a moment of complete control, in which I determine the intensity and rhythm of the strokes and push him to his limits. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that every stroke is a sign of my authority.

Since I’m about to leave for a week-long training course, he’s allowed to accompany me in the shower and act as my laundry holder. The sight of him standing patiently and compliantly beside me while I relax and wash myself is both amusing and satisfying. He holds the laundry basket at the ready, always ready to serve me and carry my laundry. His eyes are fixed on me, full of devotion and deference, as he waits for me to give him further instructions. It is a moment of guidance and pleasure, in which I enjoy his services and take delight in his deference. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that every one of my movements and decisions depends on him.

I laid my slave on the operating table at sm.only so that his useless cock, trapped in a chastity belt, and his balls were exposed. Then I used the riding crop to give his balls a bit of a thrashing. The sight of the riding crop striking his sensitive balls, turning them red and swollen, is both arousing and satisfying. Every blow makes him cry out in pain, and he writhes under the power of the strikes. His eyes are wide with agony and shame as he tries to maintain control. Pain makes him tremble before me, and he knows he is completely at my mercy. It is a moment of total control, in which I determine the intensity and rhythm of the blows and push him to his limits.