Ballbusting Punishment CBT, Matriarch Ezada Sinn breaks a useless chattel
I am in My dungeon, dressed in black fuseau leggings and high boots, with two chattels at My feet. One is locked in a cage, allowed to watch. The other is out, hoping he has value. I test him.
I put him on a leash like a puppy. He cannot keep his place. I use him as a pony, pressing My weight onto his back, but he collapses under Me. Pathetic. Weak. Useless.
And useless chattel only exists for punishment.
I kick him down. I slap his face. I strike him until his body learns what his mind refuses to understand. Then I target what matters most to a male, his balls. I bust them again and again, until his pride disappears and his suffering becomes his purpose.
He will either become useful, or he will be reduced to nothing.
Would you survive My standards?...
I put him on a leash like a puppy. He cannot keep his place. I use him as a pony, pressing My weight onto his back, but he collapses under Me. Pathetic. Weak. Useless.
And useless chattel only exists for punishment.
I kick him down. I slap his face. I strike him until his body learns what his mind refuses to understand. Then I target what matters most to a male, his balls. I bust them again and again, until his pride disappears and his suffering becomes his purpose.
He will either become useful, or he will be reduced to nothing.
Would you survive My standards?...
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