Well! I probably should have posted this a few days ago, but the laziness that comes with the holidays is hard to shake off. I've been back at Salon Kitty's and taking sessions since Sunday.

I'd thoroughly enjoyed my time off, but by the end of it I was itching to inflict some pain. Sunday night was a perfect welcome back, with a gentleman coming in for a ballbusting and trampling session who turned out to have quite an impressive pain tolerance. I cuffed him to the wall in the Brass Dungeon and began some fairly sensual ball-kneeing, pressing my body close to his as I brought my knee repeatedly into his crotch. After establishing that he could take quite a decent hit with a smile on his face, I moved him to the floor.

I decided not to restrain him, instead ordering him to stay in place with his legs spread as I brought my boot hard into his swollen balls. I spent a little time zapping him with my TENS unit in between kicks, then removed it and focussed on ballkicking for the rest of the session. Occasionally the pain would send him rolling across the room, curled protectively into the foetal position, but he always returned to position and opened his legs for another kick.

Later that evening, I caught up with my castration-fan phone session gentleman. He got my imagination churning with a chat about a hypothetical web gallery of castrated slaves, featuring humiliating before and after pictures of their destroyed balls. Ah, if only such things were actually feasible!

On Monday, I saw a gentleman for a foot worship, face slapping and humiliation session. He had quite a few interesting quirks in his humiliation which made for a few laughs on my part. Apparently the thing that made him blush most furiously was being informed that I would not, in fact, consider marrying him!