I picked up the flogger again and resumed. Being, of course, a deeply caring domme, I took precautions not to let the flogger strike his balls. But in roping them up I had pulled them out of harm’s way. Except the harm that might result from their extreme restriction; already they were going purple.
After another couple of dozen strokes of the flogger, I set it down, and examined Henry’s c**k. It was red, but soon the bruises would go darker. I looked forward to seeing them. In the drawer where I kept my s*x toys was a little spiked wheel, with a handle. The spikes were extremely sharp; Henry was about to find out just how sharp. I ran the wheel over his chest and then across his n*****s, eliciting a few gasps. Then slowly I drew the wheel down his belly, pressing it into his flesh. He lo
