Thinking to give her what she wanted, I nodded again. Correction came immediately.
“Wrong again!” Another series of slashing strokes. But then a cruel fist gripped my vulnerable, protuberant balls.
“If you were a female you wouldn’t have these disgusting things!” An agonizing squeeze made me choke on a scream.
“I can’t make the decision whether you deserve to keep these worthless plums or brutally lose them myself. That’s for Jean to decide. So from now until the day she makes that decision, the answer to my question, Slut-boy, is that you are a ‘she-male’: a biological male that plays the female part, both as an acknowledgement of your unworthiness, and an attempt to emulate the superior s*x. And, of course, because you have sacrificed your manhood to us to atone for your many failings
