This cowardly slave trembled in fear when we revealed our intentions to toy with his manhood. He is well aware of my friend Claire’s and my capabilities, which explains his apprehension. He attempted to evade his punishment, but we placed him in the pillory, specifically his genitals, while tying his hands behind his back. Powerless and exposed, we took delight in teasing him, making comparisons between his size and our heels, and taunting him with laughter as his arousal wavered between fear and excitement at our touch. What is the penalty for his protests? Or the sheer pleasure of having a man so utterly defeated and humiliated? And all the while, the weights took their toll.