“Put that other nut back in a knot, that was fun, Joanne”.
He smiled back for a split second out of habit and quickly his face went back to fear. “Now it’s safe from what we’re gonna do to your other nut”, I said and smiled to him. I pressed his left nut inside a cavity in his ballsack, a trick I learned from studying the anatomy of the scrotum years ago. “Fair enough”, I said, and I reached out to his left nut. “m-my left I guess, mistress”, he stammered. I just want to know… which of your balls are you most attached to?” He looked in disbelief, “no, n-no, you wouldn’t”. “Calm down”, I demanded, “there is not much to explain, boy. “And he’s been worthless ever since”, Joanne continued.
I got him assigned after my last slave lost his last testicle”, Joanne said. “I think we all know the standard procedure for this”, I said. “I see…”, because I could literally his bodily fluid was dripping down her left leg. “My domestic slave came in me”, Joanne responded. “What brings you here?”, I asked as if I didn’t know.
