Barefoot and unapologetically beautiful, I tower over him like the busty goddess he knows he’ll never deserve. My white pedicure gleams as I slowly show him exactly what he’s here for: to be used, degraded, and mede to suffer. A relentless ball stomping, popping and busting using my perfect size five feet as accessories to his painful ordeal! He tries to be brave. It doesn’t last. One slow step, one deliberate grind, and his balls are gone! Popped right back inside him! These yoga blocks worked perfectly! He’s not my equal. He’s not even a man in this moment. He’s a toy under my feet, suffering properly, learning obedience the only way he understands… By his pathetic balls taking a fucking beating!
