This moment has been a long time coming. You step into my facility knowing exactly what you’re here for: to surrender everything to me. Today’s procedure is simple, quick—and devastating. The elastrator. My favorite part? The pain. Sharp, unrelenting, unavoidable. I slip the band around your balls, tightening until it bites deep. With every clench, the process begins—slow, merciless, cutting off the very life from your balls as they throb, starve, and begin to wither back into you. And as you squirm, you’re helpless to do anything but focus on me. Dressed in gleaming latex, every curve and every command reminding you that this is your fate. The pain. The beauty. The inevitability. Accept it—because you were made for this.