Captive Teen Balls: A Femdom's Possession
The teen boy is trembling, his balls aching as he's forced to maintain a painful position, his body on full display for his mistress. The room is filled with the scent of leather and sweat, the sound of his ragged breathing. She runs her fingers over his skin, making him shiver, her touch as light as a feather yet as commanding as a whip. "You're my little plaything," she whispers, her voice a sweet poison in his ear. She orders him to stand, his legs barely holding him up, and she runs her hands over his body, pinching and squeezing, making him gasp. She pushes him to his knees, her high heels digging into his back, and she laughs, a sound as cold as ice. "Pathetic," she says, and he knows she's right. He's hers now, and she's going to use him, break him, and make him beg for more.