There are few things I adore more than a good ball-busting session.

The whimpers and groans of pain, the convulsive racking of your body as you choke back bile from a particularly well-placed blow, the stifled, gagging sobs as you struggle not to collapse in a shuddering heap while your groin is in agony, and the pain is so intense it’s hard to breathe.

That razor’s edge between agony and ecstasy is my favorite place to play–

And I’ve found nothing is quite as effective, or quite as quick, to reduce men to gibbering, quivering wrecks whimpering for mercy that’ll never come.

A good ball busting session works wonders for my sweet little sadist’s heart; and when I get bored crushing the family jewels to paste, I can always go to work on that cringing cock of yours. I’ve always found it incredibly amusing how easy to it to unman someone–one well-placed blow will send a guy crashing to his knees with no more effort than it takes to swing a tennis racket.

Don’t contact me for CBT thinking it’s going to be a little slap & tickle, then I’ll send you on your way.

I’m playful sadist, but a sadist in the truest sense of the word. I don’t believe in giving someone asking for CBT an easy bit of impact play–you’re going to feel what I do to you for hours, days, after I’m done. When I find a masochist to play with, I like to take my time, put you through your paces, wring out every last drop of agony until you’re within an inch of your sanity… and then do it all again. You’ve been warned 😉

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