I walk in, and the slave is already in place. He understands my desires, he knows the pleasure I derive from tormenting his genitals. I threaten to crush them with my shoes, due to his failure to greet me, but instead, I crave the sensation of my foot trampling his balls. I begin to play and revel in the act, crushing, squeezing, sinking, flattening. The scrotum distorts under my soles, heels, and toes. To heighten the excitement, I bind his balls, and now his scrotum is even more taut and sensitive. It seems as if it’s on the verge of explosion under my feet. Perhaps that’s my goal, when I drag him away, pulling him by the leash attached to his balls, and declare that I’m not done yet?