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You're going to suffer for me, but you'll like it. Or maybe you won't -- but that really doesn't matter. Just look at me in my shiny lingerie. My high heels. My deviously smirking face, gleaming with the pleasure of destroying your balls. Who owns your body? Who do your cock and balls belong to? They're mine. Your balls are mine to tie up, hit, bust, twist and torment, as soft or hard as I please. Submitting the most sensitive part of your body to my ballbusting commands is the ultimate act of submission. It's so intense. So overwhelming that the line between pleasure and pain starts to blur, and blur, until you can't tell them apart. They become one in the same. And when I use those balls so hard that tears well up in your eyes between each stroke, each hit, you'll realize that hurting for me is even better than an orgasm. There will be bondage. Tight rope confining your balls, making them ache, until they turn just as red as I want them to be. You'll edge. You'll jerk. You'll stare at my ass and tits. You'll torment yourself in all different ways, some of which will test your limits. You'll hit and twist those family jewels until you cry out in pain. Or is it pleasure? You can't tell the difference now. All you can do is bust those balls for me. HARDER!