He said he was too tired for shopping. Can you believe that? So I gave him the perfect alternative: strapped down, helpless, stuffed into the facebox and pulled up by his ankles until his body’s mine to tease, torment and ignore. I started sweet. A slow, sensual footjob. Spitting. Stroking his face with my soles. Making him moan into the padded box as his cock twitched like a needy puppy. But the moment he got a little too excited – BAM – a nice, juicy kick to those pathetic little balls. That always helps him calm down. I keep chatting about my shopping plans while his body melts under the teasing. But I’m not done yet. Once he’s swollen and overstimulated, I stop the footjob right at the edge. Time for my favorite part: I start to tickle him again with my freshly sharpened claws. His skin’s already red and raw from earlier sessions, and now I scratch and dig into those ribs until he doesn't even know if it's tickling or just straight pain. By the end, he’s sobbing, squirming, and—surprise—begging me to take him shopping. Good boy. - Jolie Berrie (German language)