“This is my favorite part,” she said to my wife.
She grabbed one edge of his ball sack, pulled it out and drove a nail through it to hold it in place. He screamed, but she didn’t waver. Four more nails followed and his sack was spread out like a mounted butterfly.
“Now we’re ready,” she said as she released his right hand.
His hand captured his d**k, but he didn’t move it. He looked at her expectantly.
“Worm,” she laughed, “sometimes I think my training is working. You have five minutes. Go!”
His hand was a blur and even after all the pain of whipping and the pain of nailing his balls to the table and the pain he must be feeling as his manipulations put pressure on his sack he shot in under a minute. Kara shook her head.
“All of that for one minute,” she giggled, “you slaves are so
