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I am a ball buster and proud of it.

Nothing gives me greater pleasure than doling out abuse on the parts men are most proud of.

And the best part is I get paid to do it.

My client today was a bouncer in a club.

A bully on the outside, a pussy boy on the inside.

He entered my dungeon and I immediately got to work.

“You’re a big boy,” I said as he entered my dungeon.

He smiled a picture of arrogance. That would have to change.

“Think you can handle me, little girl?”

It was my turn to smile.

“I know I can,” I said and kicked him in the balls, hard.

He doubled over.

“The bigger they are the harder they fall,” I said softly as he wheezed. “Clothes off, pussy boy,”

Though his eyes shot daggers at me, he obeyed.

I grabbed his cock and balls in my hands and twisted. He yelped.

“You’re nothing but a pussy boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Yes, what?” I demanded, twisting harder.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You like having your cock and balls at my disposal?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I smiled wider.

“You’ll like this even more.”

I dragged him to a padded bench and took out some silk string. I bound him to the bench, making sure he was fully at my mercy and then went to work on his junk.

With another length of string, I wound it around his cock, hard, despite my ministrations and then bound his cock tightly while he writhed on the bench.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I grabbed a cane and went to work. I prepared him first, bring the wood down on his chest and across his thighs, before working his cock and balls with my cane, delighting in the torture.