Goddess knows best… and today, I decided Beasty’s balls needed my full attention. Chained and right where I want him, he takes every barefoot kick from my perfect size 11 feet. I stand over him, smirking as he buckles to the ground. I pin him to the couch so he can’t run, making sure every blow lands exactly where it hurts most. And because I’m feeling generous, I walk him on his chain between rounds — a little humiliation to go with his pain. Of course, I sprinkle in some SPH, because what’s the point of owning him if I don’t remind him how small he really is? This is barefoot ballbusting at its finest — my smirk, my kicks, his suffering… all for my amusement and your viewing pleasure.
