Man’s Most Vulnerable Body Part
“I thought about castrating you.”
Mistress Allie’s words startled her male. He cringed.
“Typical man. You live in permanent chastity. Still, you worry about your useless genitals.”
She reached over as squeezed his testes. He winced. She laughed.
“By forcing you to shave your body twice daily, some of your masculine ugliness is diminished.”
Seeing a random hair, Mistress Allie picked up a pair of tweezers. Hair plucked, he winced again. Mistress Owner filled his days with tiny pains. What did he feel most? Misery or worship? The two were inseparable.
“You are already polluted with manhood. Men are irredeemable.”
She ran her fingers through his hair. Then grabbed and yanked. So many tiny pains.
“Scrotal sacs, men’s most vulnerable body part. All I need is a wooden spoon. How quickly you sob, beg and whimper.”
Naturally Mistress Allie had a wooden spoon. A quick slap, his stomach convulsed.
“With a kick, I can break you. I’m careful not to burst your testes. A few kicks and you spend days barely able to do your chores.
“How funny you look hobbling around the house. Desperate to complete every task on time and correctly. So afraid of failure.
“The day I bathed your genitals in wintergreen oil still motivates you. You begged me to chop them off.”
It was the worst four hours of his life. She had watched as he thrashed about on the floor. She recorded it. Watching himself scream and plead always brings tears. Mistress Allie loves men’s tears.
Recently she bought a Humbler. If he dropped a dish, mislaid laundry or made any minor error, she locked him in the Humbler.
She took him to the spare room. Then turned down the thermostat. She bound his wrists behind his back. Then put on the Humbler. She propped him against a corner.
He could barely stand. She warned him not to fall. This replaced corner time. It was much worse. A terrific strain. He had muscle spasms.
She lowered the thermostat to cause his scrotal sac to retract. It held tightly against the Humbler. The slightest motion squeezed his testes.
Much later, Mistress Allie returned. She whipped his testicles. The muscles that raised and lowered his scrotal sac transmits the pain to his lower belly. Sometimes it feels like being kicked in the stomach.
Her sadism satiated, she lowered him to the floor. It was late. She would leave him there until morning. Too uncomfortable to sleep, his stumbling would be part of tomorrow’s entertainment.
Originally posted 2017-05-14 21:43:09.