I will bust your balls until you squeal like a pig

In a dark, sweaty room, a dominant mistress looms over a submissive man, her heels clicking against the floor. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers demands. Her hands move with precision, capturing his most sensitive area. The man squirms, trying to hold back cries of pleasure and pain as she squeezes and massages, expertly teasing his most tender spot. His face contorts with each stroke, a mix of agony and ecstasy. Sweat drips from his brow, and his body trembles, unable to resist the intense sensation. The mistress continues, unyielding, until the man’s moans escalate into a high-pitched squeal, echoing through the room, turning his desperate pleas into a pig’s squeal, a testament to his surrender.