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Rose/Oleana – femdom; cbt – Oleana steps on Rose's balls.

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“Mr. Rose. Spread your legs, if you please.”

Rose is squirming, hands bound by his own belt, pale eyes eying Oleana with a nervous kind of fear that she enjoys immensely, even if she would not show it outwardly.

“Oleana. Dear. Please. I uhm… I won’t do it again.”

“You went against my express counselling of not involving the Champion,” she says calmly, weaving her fingers together slowly in front of her lap.

She looks down on him squirming. He looks good, dishevelled and a bit frightened. Without his perfect suit – or his sloppy, mismatched getup that he thinks will keep others from noticing him – he just looks like a hairy, chubby man she could have picked off the street.

It excites her. She had never been allowed to play with the dirty boys when she’d been younger.

“Well… that is… you know…” he is bumbling, looking desperately for something to say that will curb her wrath. She quietly stares down at him, taking in his face with the perfectly groomed beard and mustache, then down over his plump, hairy chest and jiggling belly.

His cock is nice and girthy. Juicy. It’s a bit more on the fat side with a blunt mushroom tip, but not necessarily short. A nice big cock that looks ruddy and excited despite Rose bumbling around and trying to get out of the situation.

“Sir,” she interrupts his babbling. “The sooner you spread your legs, the sooner my punishment for you will be over and done with and you can go to your scheduled dinner with Mr. Giovanni.”

Rose whines. He looks around for anything to help him, but his pokeballs are all lying on his desk which is way too far for him to access right now.

Eventually he does spread his thighs. Oleana quietly watches the jiggle in them. They are nice and juicy just like his cock. She wants to sink her nails into them until Rose squeals like a little piggy.

His balls are heavy and soft looking. For some reason he seems to like to shave them; they look deliciously vulnerable.

Oleana steps closer, and even before she does anything, Rose squeaks and lifts his bound hands in front of his face.

“Please. Oleana. Dear. I don’t… I don’t know what you’re up to, but I swear to you that I will do what you advise to a T from now on.”

She can tell that he will keep babbling if she just lets him; it’s simply how and who Rose is. He likes to hear himself speak without necessarily being full of himself – he is intelligent and charming and used to talking his way out of the shit he’s navigated himself into.

Not this time, though.

Oleana lifts her long, long leg.

Since Rose is hiding his face like a little boy, he does not see the way she angles her foot; showing off the thick plateau sole of her chique shoes and letting the sharp, thin heel hover above his vulnerable package.

He’s not even ashamed about sporting a hard-on in front of her. She wonders what he thought this was going to be when her Salazzle made short work of his clothes.

She does not ram her heel down on his balls, of course; instead she uses a measured pressure. She hasn’t done this before and just goes with what feels good to her.

Hands in her hips, she pushes down until the small, mean tip naturally finds a place between Rose’s fat breeder balls.

His string of very convincing apologies immediately cuts off. He is shocked silent right until she lifts her heel again and carefully uses it to crush one of his nuts.

At this point he begins howling and flopping about like a Magicarp on land. He is swearing to high heavens about how obedient he will be. He is sobbing, almost in tears.

Oleana is not impressed by any of this. She thinks she will have to use her Tsareena to restraint him next time and have unhindered access to his genitalia. Make sure he is really and truly sorry for it as she steps on his balls again and again until she literally squeezes the cum out of them.

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. She quite likes this thought.

Rose is sobbing like a baby.

She likes that, too.