I have teased this silly slave enough, it is time to hurt his balls. My kicks are crisp and precise, rendering him into a moaning, whining mess quickly. In my shiny glory, I stand before him powerful, mocking his ridiculous conundrum. Men are so weak, they will walk right into my arms, knowing I will only allow them closeness for an opportunity to cause them even more pain - with a satisfying knee or five to the groin.
Every moment of rest is only inserted to mock and taunt this slave. I look him in the eyes, drinking in his agony. I make him beg me to kick him more, and harder, until he is on the floor ready at my disposal, to do with as I please. So naturally, I step on those balls with my tall, magnificant heels.