If you fall, I will start counting again BALLBUSTING

In a shadowy fitness room, a dominant figure stands over a submissive partner, their eyes locked in a intense battle of wills. The room echoes with the sound of heavy weights clattering to the floor as the submissive fails to maintain their balance. A cruel smile plays on the dominant’s lips as they approach, ready to punish every stumble with a swift kick or a sinister squeeze, sending waves of pain and pleasure through the submissive’s body. Each blow is a count, a reminder of submission and control. The submissive’s gasps and moans fill the air, a symphony of agonizing ecstasy as the dominant’s hands roam, teasing and torturing with every delicate touch. The session reaches its peak when the submissive finally buckles, collapsing under the weight of the count, only to be caught by the dominant’s strong grip, ready to start again, each fall a fresh torment.