There was a button on Her website saying: don’t click here. I didn’t, but it became Pandora’s Button, so I returned to that page over and over again. It was a trap and I fell for it, because in the end I clicked the damned thing. A message popped up saying She demanded an apology. I wrote one immediately and thought that would be the end of it. Two hours later an email came in, saying She didn’t accept my apology and that She wanted to meet me face to face. I had to obey, because this was a real mail and a direct order. Three days later I kneeled down in front of Her. Not only was Mistress Valkyrie stunningly beautiful, She was also charming and elegant. She had a lovely sense of humor and was genuinely interested in the man behind the slave. And She certainly knew how to inflict pain on Her victims. Man, She was ruthless! She retired many years ago, but I’m still grateful to this day. Because if it hadn’t been for that button, I would probably still be a novice today.
Lady Scrooge owned a village called Slavery and with it She owned its tenants as well. She squeezed the last cent from them and brutally punished those who dared to resist. Not many did, because it wasn’t a village called Bravery, you see. One of the tenants was Bod Headshit, who had a Tiny Tim between his legs. Ri-dick-ulously tiny, rumour had it. But Bob was blessed with some massive balls, because he told Lady Scrooge he and the other tenants wanted Christmas Day off. She snapped and kicked him brutally hard in his jingle balls. Which meant NO. On Christmas morning all tenants gathered before Her house and sang Christmas songs. Then they went back to work. Bob and five other suckers were used as human reindeers to pull Her sleigh. Lady Scrooge paraded through the village and all tenants kneeled down in the snow as She went by. Alas, dear children, a Lady that powerful can only exist in a Femdom carol.
The leash makes me howl like a horny dog on a highway. To me it’s the pinnacle of Female Power and humiliation. But a Lady can leash your cock and balls as well, of course. And that’s a whole different ballgame altogether. Because that’s not just humiliating, it can be bloody painful as well. As long as you follow Her like a good boy, everything is fine. It seldom is, needless to say. So things can get rather nasty as soon as Mistress starts yanking your scrotum all over the place. Let alone if She’s in a ruthless, no-nonsence mood. Take picture no. 16 for example, that’s an absolute masterpiece. So simple and yet so devastatingly effective. It’s the genuine fear of losing your precious marbles that makes leashing your totem scrotum so lovely.