CBT Under My Boots

Ill crush your nutsack under my boots and increase the pressure until you flinch in agony. My Stiletto heel drills into your man-meat and I enjoy your cries of pain. Today you will suffer, slave, as long as I enjoy it. The razor-sharp profile of my boots crushes your raisins and I do not want to hear any sound. Thank me and my boots, for the attention we give you.