Saharah Eve – Break for Balls

Before stepping into the shower, I decided I’d have some amusement at My towel boy’s expense. “Amusement” is a bit of a one-way door in My world, often meaning a physical ordeal of some shape or form on the male’s part, and at the time, I felt like busting his balls with My feet. Balls—those dumb, delicate and vulnerable orbs in a fleshy sack—tend to garner My wrath more often than not. I suppose being cruel to them is a personal fetish of Mine! There really never has to be a rhyme or reason for dishing out that sort of comeuppance for being male in My realm; it’s a foregone conclusion. And of course I made him grovel afterward. It’s good being Queen.