Scent is the most powerful memory, and I can't help but evoke gimpy's memories when he's entirely bound up in a hogtie and sensory deprived. I take off my boots and have him sniff my fragranced stockings. His head lays trapped between my soles and my ass as I kneel on his head as a seat, teasing him with what he's to sniff next. His favorite: my ass. I inch my sweaty latex-covered cheeks closer and closer to him, commanding him to sniff it and knowing how excited he's getting. But with great pleasure should accompany great suffering, at least in my book... and I begin to increase the intensity of his hogtie by adjusting the hoist upwards.

I walk over little twerps like you. It's so easy to overlook and overpower you, especially when I'm in my thigh high stiletto heels. I could flatten you with a single step.

PART I. I'm feeling particularly sadistic today. My slave requires extra punishment, and his silly little male genitals will be my victim. I have my whip out, targeting his cock and balls with it for a particular vicious CBT whipping that has him dancing around like a little bitch. In between painfully accurate genital strikes, I whip his belly, leaving my marks all over him. He screams and cries, but I'm having too much fun to listen to his pleas. I'd rather watch him suffer. PART II. I'm never done tormenting my slave's cock and balls. After a precise whipping on his cock and balls and body, it's time for the cattle prod. I take it out, shock his nipples, cock head, and balls, and I revel in him shaking in fear. But I'm fixated on devastating pain today. I take out the whip again, land blow after blow of CBT cruelty, and when I've decided he's properly in fear, it's time for the ballbusting. Kick after kick of ballbusting right to his gonads, leaving him shaking, crying, and breathless.

Nyx, Natalie, and I decided it's time to test what our sissy maid's balls are made of before we get rid of them permanently. After all, why not have a little sadistic fun along the way to really remind her that she's not a real boy to us? We first decide to attach her balls to a rolling chair to pull us along like a chariot, and naturally, a dumb sissy like her immediately fails. We then decide to tie a leather parachute to the base of her balls, getting those testicles ready to be tugged at, stretched, and weighted.

Now that my patient is properly restrained, the real conditioning can begin. Now he needs to learn how to be a good, compliant bitch. His thoughts are no longer dictated by his boner but by me and what makes me happy. And that means if I want to sit on his face and smother out his breath until he can barely breathe, he has no choice but to comply. This is his new sexuality -- pleasure dictated by Femdom and not by his chaste dick. I facesit and ass smother him until I see his cock grow in the chastity device, laughing at his utter helplesness while in this straitjacket predicament. He is mine to toy with and control. My patient is now so excited in chastity with my ass seated on his face. I tease and taunt him even more, rubbing my ass all over his hooded face and reminding him that his perverted jerk off habits are to be changed into something of my liking. I'm waiting for just the right moment to unlock him, cultivating him into just the right type of sexual pervert I want him to be. And when I finally do unlock him, I'm greeted with his eager precum which I immediately feed back into his mouth. His cock is so easy to edge and mind so willing to be conditioned -- all I needed was a little bit of facesitting to guide him along into being the ideal patient and subject for me.