Our slaves pathetic excuse for a cock lies on the glass plate, resembling a disgusting piece of meat. Lady Chanel and I find great amusement in trampling and kicking his measly mini sausage, driving our spiky heels into his soft balls. The little loser whines and complains, but it does not improve his situation. His weak cock gets flattened and trampled beyond recognition. The insignificant loser deserves to suffer, for he will never satisfy a woman. His useless cock will do him no good.