The story of a man and his abused genitals

His cries of agony were an aphrodisiac. Every time he smacked his balls at my command I could hear him scream out in pain. I’d ordered Paul to retrieve a spatula from his kitchen and strip for me. He sat on the edge of a chair with his cock and balls hanging down and on my command abused his genitals. The fact that he’d do so without question turned me on and the pain was like the icing on a delicious cake he’d made for me. My sweet submissive was suffering for my pleasure. When I heard the sniffling I had to reach into my panties and play with my pussy. He was crying. I’d made him submit and cry from the pain. So arousing!

Mistress Marlow
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