Video Description: Poor little boot slut. All locked up in the stockade, unable to touch my boots with his hands. Well, I have no use for his hands. This slut today is going to be cleaning my boots with his slutty little mouth. As I lounge luxuriously on the best, he'll be licking and sucking away at my dirty soles. He'll have to deepthroat my heel to get the dirt all the way gone.

Video Description: 'I'm going to so enjoy destroying *my* balls'. My slave finds himself helpless and tightly restrained to my St Andrews cross, his cock and balls and vulnerable; exposed and ready for me to completely destroy. I begin my sadistic torment by telling him exactly how I intend on ruining his precious testicles, I'm going to squeeze them, knee them and kick them with my super high platform boots. I warm up his testicles by grabbing them and squeezing them against my powerful ass, crushing them between my fleshy cheeks and his thigh. Already my slave knows that he stands no chance at all. Perhaps today will be the day that I pop them once and for all. I instruct my slave to keep his hands tightly behind his back, pushing his cock and balls further into my iron grip. I commence a set of powerful knees into his tender testicles, I take my time being sure to thoroughly ruin them beyond repair. The blows are relentless, delivered without any mercy at all. Having warmed up his cock and balls I make my slave beg me to destroy them, he does so eagerly knowing they eternally belong to me. I take great pleasure in kicking Squishy's balls with my eight inch platform boots, there is no way that his baby makers could ever survive such a cruel kicking. As he screams and begs for mercy I restrain him against the cross by his throat so that I can continue to kick him hard. My helpless slave hangs from the cross, but I am still not done with his pathetic pair. I march my knees into his flesh, continuing until they are bright red and burning with pain. We both know that he deserves to suffer greatly for me, his cock and balls are mine to ruin after all. In a moment of mercy I ask my slave if his balls are in pain, I want to hear him say that they are before I knee them harder than ever before. The St Andrews cross rattles against the wall from the sheer power behind my kicks and blows, my slave knows how much his suffering turns me on and therefore continues to beg my to punish him harder. I do so until he can take no more...