With my pet still helplessly bound and blindfolded, and his legs forced wide apart via steel spreader bar, he has no choice but to surrender himself over to my delightfully sadistic whims. With my leather riding crop at the ready, I slash repeatedly at his legs, thighs, ass, and of course I pay extra special attention to his fully exposed and vulnerable testicles. But this is just a painful prelude to a far more agonizing evening, I assure you.I intend to launch a full preemptive ball sack attack in all its various forms on this poor soul. Knees to the groin, soccer kicks, slaps, punches and more. It will all serve to reinforce my lofty position of superiority, and his lowly position of inferiority. Its necessary to remind him every now and then. As he forgets his place. His purpose. His fate.A severe ball busting will maintain the natural order of things and reboot his subservience and devotion to the ultimate goal, which of course is to please ME. And so I relentlessly and ferociously kick his genitals again and again, from all angles and directions. With his sight removed from the equation, the element of surprise magnifies the suspense and elevates the pain quotient to another level.