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The Ballsy Recruit

The Ballsy Recruit

You’ve been a cocky recruit in my unit. You walked in with big balls, thinking you were hot stuff, and I could smell the weakness on you already. As your drill instructor, it is my responsibility to break you in whatever way necessary.

Don’t worry – I’ll put you through your paces. I can see the fear in your face when I get this close to you and demean you in every way possible. You’re going to take my punches, my bitchslaps, my spit, and my hand around your weak male scum balls. Men are always so weak because of their low hanging fruit. Pathetic.

After I decide you’ve had enough, it’s time for today’s lesson: what to do when captured behind enemy lines. You must protect your unit at all costs. Self-preservation is unacceptable. I’ll strip you down, tie you to a chair with legs spread, and proceed to take advantage of you at your weakest.

You’ll have a safeword: Daddy. This will represent valuable intel. You will not divulge this at any cost. Doing so will signify your failure in the mission, and then I will proceed to make you suffer the worst humliation of your life.

Seduction and ballbusting. I told you I’d use whatever means necessary to break you. And you know I will.

Of course, the cost of giving up will hurt even more in the end…

Bastinado Broken

Bastinado Broken

You did say, you wanted to be my slave, right? You knew that meant doing anything for me. You knew that meant going through things even when you hurt, when you cry, and when you yell no. I don’t give a fuck – it’s about my pleasure and certainly not yours.

So I know that hogtie hurts, I know you’ve been in that position for far longer than was comfortable and you think you can’t take any more. I know.

Well, guess what? You’re going to take some more. Now that the soles of your feet are pleasantly exposed for my entertainment, it’s about time we revisited some bastinado.

After all, it’s been so long since I’ve tortured the bottom of your feet. The last time you experienced it was a little…too nice…I think. I don’t feel like being nice to you today.

I feel like singletail whipping your feet until you wiggle around in pain. I feel like caning your arches until you cry out for me to stop. And then I feel like continuing until you remember that I’m the boss around here. I stop when I feel like it. I don’t stop just because you start crying.

I’m going to break you today, and you’ll have no option but to lie there and take it. After all, it’s not like you can escape. Don’t worry, this won’t take long.

Cigarette Sucker

Cigarette Sucker

Open wide! I’ve got a tasty morsel for you today: my cigarette butt and ashes! And you’re going to keep that filthy mouth open so you can catch it all. It’ll be filthier once I’m done with you…

Dressed in all leather and smoking a cig with my leather gloves on – all the better to captivate your senses. Watch my smoke billow around you…and you better not cough. If you do cough, I’ll be sure to put my gloved hands over your mouth to smother out any coughing you may have. No wasting! Just shut up and take it.

Breathe in my carcinogens. I’m addicted to smoking, and you will be too.

Tease and Bust

Tease and Bust

That metal ring around balls looks so heavy and tight! You must be so uncomfortable. Let me just run my fingers over your cock and balls. Does that feel sensitive? Does it hurt when I lightly squeeze on them?

Don’t worry, I’ll be nice…

I know it’s hard to see when you’re in that leather sensory deprivation, so I’ll be generous with my description. I’m in a revealing, all-leather outfit – thong, bra, and boots – and darling, it shows off all my curves. Especially the way my high cut thong shows off my ass, and my thigh high boots emphasize the curviness of my bottom half…

Here, let me rub my ass and thighs on your cock. Doesn’t that feel good? You must be feeling so confused as well, with that heavy weight gripped tight around your balls. But I can feel your cock getting hard behind me. I bet you want to fuck me, don’t you? Your imagination is probably running wild with what I look like, bent over with my ass sliding against your erection. You probably want to stick it in me.

Good thing you’re in a leather straitjacket. Good thing that hood is suspended and attached so you can’t move very far. You’re a bit helpless, aren’t you? Helpless and horny.

You know I love to abuse a horny boy. You’ll be totally unable to protect yourself from it. Did that slap hurt? Don’t worry, I’?l rub up against your boner again…just to watch that dick rise…you know pain always follows pleasure, right? Slap, punch, cane…

I’ll tease and ballbust you over and over and over again until you regret having that male weakness you know as an erection.

Butt Slut

Butt Slut

Oh my – what a precious little piggie I have right here. Ballgagged in your mouth and your sluthole right open, arms and legs restrained to the bondage bed… I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. In fact, I won’t be able to hear your screams or moans through that gag.

Do you see how big this cock is? It’s enormous. Doesn’t it feel ridiculously huge while I’m using it to bitchslap your face? I know you want to suck it but you can’t because you’re gagged. Ha!

I’m going to peg you until you’re walking funny. Take it, bitch. You’re my butt slut.

Necessary Discipline

Necessary Discipline

You’ve been such a disappointment.

Running your mouth, chatting away, and being an embarrassment in front of my friends. Do you forget that you’re a slave? Do you forget that you’re a bitch? Do I need to beat you to remind you of your place?

Everything can be used for discipline if necessary. And since I need to discipline you right here and now, I’m going to use this wooden spoon and a belt. Don’t worry – I’ll make sure it hurts. First, I’ll scratch you with this fork so your ass skin is extra tender for me. Then I’ll paddle you with this wooden spoon until it breaks and whip you with this belt until you start crying. I’m also not forgetting your taint – your entire derriere is getting a whooping.

You act like an ass around me and I’ll beat your ass like the ass you are. This is necessary discipline.

Caning Maintenance

Caning Maintenance

I know, I know – “What did I do wrong?” The answer is that you did nothing wrong, but sometimes I need to cane you just to keep you in place. A little bit of caning maintenance, so to speak. Something to keep you humble. Something to remind you that you’re my bitch.

You may not be much of a painslut, but you’ll do what you need to to please your Mistress. So I’m going to light up this cigarette and cane you, and then I’m going to keep on caning you until my cig is done. In fact, I’m going to smoke through two cigarettes and stub both of them out on your swollen ass cheeks. They must be so raw from my cane strokes.

Don’t worry, I’ll go slowly first. A bit of a warm-up before the real strokes come in. Does this already hurt? Well, we have many more to go. You better brace yourself. You did say you would do anything for me, didn’t you?

I’m sure this bamboo cane stings, but sometimes a boy needs a good whipping to remind him that he’s nothing more than my bitch.

Donkey Numb Nuts ft. Nicolette Rule

Donkey Numb Nuts ft. Nicolette Rule

You’re not a man, you’re a dumb donkey, obviously. Look at you all strapped down on the St. Andrew’s cross with that silly donkey hood on. Mistress Nicolette Rule and I fully intend on taking advantage of your jackassery. Your donkey nipples are so sensitive! What if we put forceps on them and pull on them? And your weird donkey cock in chastity – let’s throw some wooden clothespins on them and see how you squirm.

No more talking like a human. You’re only allowed to “hee-haw” now. No screaming, even when we run our electrical taser over your tender pinched nipples and locked up cock and balls. No words, even when we take a crop to all your vulnerable bits. No human things at all, even when we quickly tug on the predicament bondage string that deviously connects the medical forceps on your nipples to the ring around the base of your genitals. Beasts of burden don’t get rights.

Eat My Ash

Eat My Ash

How convenient! You, lying on my kitchen table, with your dirty mouth gagged with a pack of cigs and a lighter. You’re about to get much dirtier. And with you all tied up, how could you be more helpful than becoming my personal human ashtray? I’m going to light up cigarette after cigarette, smoking and tapping my remnants onto your tongue. Does that taste good? You’re so lucky to be underneath me watching my red lips inhale the nicotine, the ember from the smokes glowing brighter before I blow it back into your open mouth. The ash on my cigarette grows so long, but fortunately I have a wet hole to ash it out in. I’m going to fill up your ashtray mouth with cigarette butts and smokey spit, and you’re going to leave that mouth wide and open for me until my next smoke break.

Smiling Through My Bitchslaps

Smiling Through My Bitchslaps

I’ve been catching you out of line recently. A snarky remark here, a refusal there – what, do you think you are allowed to act out of place? Do you think you’re no longer submissive? I’m going to beat the submission back in you. And listen – you want to act snarky? How about you smile through my bitchslaps and my spittings? I’ll teach you what happens when you’re out of line.

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