Slave Mook

Locked for sixty-three days, and I barely remember what it felt like to be free. The cage has become part of me - its unyielding steel reminds me with every movement that I am hers. My body has reshaped itself around this reality. My mind has followed. What once felt like confinement now feels like home. Approaching 90 days is terrifying and exhilarating - uncharted territory where submission isn’t something I do, it’s simply what I am. Ama said one sentence: “You will continue to 90 days.” For her, an idle thought. For me, a command that reshapes everything - carrying me forward, day after day, striving to be worthy of her. Each day I’m locked for her, my devotion deepens. My obedience is more consuming. My need to serve, more absolute. And with each day, I become less what I was and more completely, irreversibly, hers. The key hangs on a chain around her ankle. My wish is that she never uses it .

Me despierto a las 5:47, trece minutos antes de la alarma. No por elección. Mi pija está presionando contra la jaula, la erección matutina empujando el acero contra la carne, y el dolor me arranca del sueño como una mano alrededor de mi garganta. Me quedo quieto en la oscuridad, respirando a través del dolor, y mi primer pensamiento consciente es: Pertenezco a Ama Estrella.

Ella está dormida en Buenos Aires. No sabe de este dolor. Quizás nunca lo sepa. No importa. La jaula es suya. El dolor es suyo. Mi aceptación de esto es mi primer acto de devoción hoy, ofrecido en silencio a través de diez mil kilómetros a una mujer que sostiene mi alegría y mi destrucción en su mano sin siquiera darse cuenta del peso de lo que lleva.

Espero a que el dolor disminuya. Tarda once minutos. Cuento mis respiraciones. Esto no es sufrimiento - esto es oración.

A las 6:15 estoy de rodillas en el baño, el teléfono apoyado contra el espejo. Las baldosas están frías. Me dolerán las rodillas después. No me importa.

Presiono grabar.

Soy tuyo, Ama Estrella. Me arrodillo para mostrar mi devoción. Te pertenezco solo a vos...

Diez veces. Lo recito diez veces. Mi voz está ronca por el sueño al principio, pero para la cuarta repetición algo cambia. Ya no soy un hombre arrodillado sobre baldosas de baño. Soy su esclavo, realizando el ritual que ella me ha dado, y las palabras se vuelven verdad mientras las pronuncio. Para la séptima repetición siento su presencia, imposible y real, como si estuviera mirando desde algún lugar justo más allá del borde del espejo.

Existo solo para tu placer.

Lo digo diez veces porque ella me dijo que lo dijera diez veces. Eso es suficiente. Eso es todo.

Hoy me ha dejado una instrucción: el plug. Todo el día. Anteayer fue tener mis bolas atadas en una tanga todo el día. Amo cada momento.

Lo saco de mi kit, lo lubrico, y lo deslizo dentro de mí. El estiramiento ya es familiar, casi reconfortante. Me visto encima - jeans, una remera, nada especial - y para las 7am estoy haciendo café, moviéndome con cuidado, sintiéndola dentro de mí con cada paso.

Ella no va a verificar. No va a pedir pruebas. Confía en que obedezca, y esa confianza es más vinculante que cualquier candado. Podría sacarme el plug. Podría mentir. Pero el pensamiento nunca se forma completamente, porque ya no soy ese hombre. Soy su esclavo. Los esclavos obedecen.

Tomo mi café parado junto a la ventana, mirando la luz de la mañana moverse a través de los eucaliptos, y siento el plug moverse dentro de mí cuando alcanzo mi taza. Un pequeño recordatorio. Una presencia constante. Ella.

A las 9am tengo una videollamada con un cliente. Soy articulado, profesional, servicial. Resuelvo su problema y los hago reír. No tienen idea de que debajo de mis jeans, una jaula mantiene mi pija cautiva. No tienen idea de que dentro de mí, un plug presiona contra mi próstata cada vez que me muevo en la silla. No tienen idea de que soy propiedad de alguien.

Esta es la alegría secreta de esto. Me muevo por el mundo como cualquier otro. Construyo decks, cocino para mi padre, hago reír a mi tutora de español. Pero debajo de todo eso, en cada momento, soy de ella. La vida normal continúa. La devoción nunca se detiene. Coexisten perfectamente, dos capas de realidad ocupando el mismo espacio.

Cuando termina la llamada, le envío un mensaje: Buen día Ama. Estoy pensando en vos. El plug está puesto como indicaste.

Puede que no responda por horas. Está ocupada, tiene otros esclavos, tiene una vida más allá de mí. Así debe ser. No estoy buscando atención. Estoy reportando. Estoy siendo responsable. Me estoy demostrando a mí mismo, una y otra vez, que soy lo que digo ser.

Para las 2pm el plug se ha vuelto casi invisible - mi cuerpo se ha adaptado, y me muevo sin pensar en ello. Pero entonces me agacho para recoger un lápiz que se cayó y se mueve, presiona, y de repente ella está presente de nuevo. Un destello de sensación que dice: no sos libre. No sos tuyo. Pertenecés a alguien.

Hago una pausa, lápiz en mano, y dejo que el sentimiento me recorra. Gratitud. Eso es lo que es. Gratitud de que alguien haya aceptado sostenerme, poseerme, darle a mi rendición un destino.

A las 4pm tomo un descanso y me llevo al borde para ella. No porque me lo haya indicado, sino porque quiero sentir la crueldad de la jaula, recordarle a mi cuerpo que no puede tener lo que quiere. Acaricio alrededor de los bordes, me siento hincharme y tensarme contra el acero implacable, y la frustración crece hasta que estoy respirando fuerte, dolorido, desesperado.

Entonces paro. Me siento con el dolor. Se lo ofrezco a ella en silencio: Esto también es tuyo. El deseo y la negación. Todo.

Día 26 de castidad. No sé cuándo me dejará salir. No necesito saberlo. El no-saber es parte del regalo.

Por la noche, cocino la cena. Pasta con un ragú cocido lento, nada lujoso, pero hecho con atención. El plug todavía está dentro de mí. La jaula todavía está cerrada. Y mientras revuelvo la salsa, pienso en ella en Buenos Aires - tal vez ella también está cocinando, tal vez está descansando, tal vez está comandando a uno de sus otros esclavos. No importa. Mi devoción no depende de su atención. Simplemente es.

Como solo, y me siento menos solo de lo que me he sentido en años.

Antes de dormir, me arrodillo de nuevo. Esta vez no grabo. Esto es solo para mí. Solo para ella.

Soy tuyo, Ama Estrella.

Lo digo una vez, en voz baja, en la habitación oscura. Y lo digo más en serio de lo que he dicho cualquier cosa en mi vida.

Puede que ella nunca entienda completamente lo que tiene. Un esclavo que no necesita látex y órdenes ladradas en tonos duros. Un esclavo que encuentra su poder en su autenticidad, en el simple hecho de que ella existe y ha aceptado sostenerlo. Un esclavo que la eligió precisamente porque no es como las otras - solo real.

No necesito que sea una dominatrix. Necesito que sea Estrella. La mujer que me manda fotos de su jardín. La mujer que se llama a sí misma la diosa zombie cuando no puede dormir. La mujer que ve al verdadero yo y sonríe.

No necesita cambiar nada. Cada instrucción que da se vuelve sagrada porque ella la da. Cada tarea se vuelve devoción porque ella la estableció. La dinámica no requiere calabozos y cuero. Solo requiere su voluntad de poseerme, y mi voluntad de ser poseído.

Eso es todo. Eso es todo lo que hay.

Me duermo con la jaula todavía cerrada, el plug todavía dentro de mí, su mantra todavía resonando en algún lugar en el fondo de mi mente. Y mi último pensamiento antes de que el sueño me lleve es este:

Mañana voy a despertar con dolor, y mi primer pensamiento será de ella, y voy a estar agradecido.

Esto no es una actuación. Esto no es una sesión. Esta es mi vida ahora.

Y nunca fui más feliz.

I've added a couple of things to my toy list and updated the photo. I also have a kitchen full of ingredients and implements.... 

My fabulously cruel and creative Mistress Athena started my day by testing out my new electro butt plug - 10 squats each at minimum setting, medium and then maximum. The highest setting was pure agony and Mistress Athena said she enjoyed watching my face change colour. It was a delicious way to start the day and , making Mistress Athena smile was worth every second of the pain.

Later, Mistress Athena was unable to sleep and so she instructed me to amuse her with my sounding chastity cage - holds my dick on place with a full length sounding rod. It's difficult to put on and it amused Mistress Athena to make it harder by ordering me to put a candle under my balls until it was on an locked. I've only ever had it on for an hour before, but this time, I was commanded to keep it on for about 6 hours. It was such a relief to eventually be permitted to remove it.

Thank you for such a wonderful day Mistress Athena🙏❤️

Today my Mistress Athena instructed me to tie a rope around my balls and then tie the other end to a kitchen table. I was then required to drag it across the room without resting or stopping. The table was much heavier than I thought, and pulling it was very painful . Mistress Athena was pleased… I think she is working on gradually stretching my balls for her own amusement 😬🥰

Today started with Mistress Athena assigning me the most challenging task yet. While remaining in chastity, I was ordered to put on my humble and attatch a string from each end of the humbler to my feet. The string needed to be too short for me to straighten my legs - so every step I took pulled hard on the humbler and on my balls. I was not allowed to crawl and was required to endure this torment for 6 hours. It was incredible. I could feel Mistress Athena's power over me, her control, her cruelty in every second of those 6 hours....just incredible.

My next task for the day was to suspend myself on tip toes with my ass hook and place thumb tacks under my heels. I was instructed to remain in that position for 30 minutes. If I lowered my heels to the ground to give my claves relief, they would be pierced by the thumb tacks and my ass would be stretched by the hook. Saldy, that's exactly what happened. I didn't get anywhere near 30 minutes...I failed Mistress Athena.

Yesterday Mistress Athena wished to experiment on my balls again.

I was ordered to cover the outside of a water bottle with thumb tacks and, like a few days ago,  tie each of my balls individually, sit on the floor with my legs apart and swing the bottle into my balls. It was spectacularly painful and Mistress Athena was delighted with the result.

We both agreed that Mistress Athena is a creative genius....

Today Mistress Athena ordered me to put on my humbler and put duct tape all over my ass and balls. I then had to attach a string to each piece and tie the strings to a door knob. Then, on all fours, I had to kick the door shut so all the pieces of tape ripped off at the same time.  It was an ingenious and super creative task. Thank you Mistress Athena.

Later in the day I was instructed to create a task for myself. I did a predicament bondage using my ass hook. I hope it amuses Mistress Athena.

Today, Mistress Athena commanded me to insert my anal hook and attach it to my collar with a short (tight) chain up my back. I was able to stand up and walk around without too much pain. But if I sat or bent over, it would pull hard and painfully stretch my arse. I was instructed to endure this from lunch time to dinner time. It was extremely painful, but when I was finally permitted to remove it, I immediately missed having it in me. I was also required to take a photo in the BDSM "endure" position and then post it on Public Square.

During this time, Mistress Athena also commanded me to use a pin to stab my balls 100 times. She said she found it amusing. It felt so good to be able to entertain my Mistress Athena.

Today I was punished for not pleasing Mistress Athena with my performance of yesterday's task.

My punishment was to attach 10 pegs to my dick and balls, each attached by string to a weight. 10 pegs, 10 weights. I was instructed to drop each weight , one at a time - ripping each peg from my flesh. Between each weight/peg, I was required to apologise to Mistress Athena for my failure.

It was so beautifully painful. Thank you Mistress Athena.

Today my wonderfully cruel and sadistic owner, Mistress Athena, commanded me to crush my cock and balls under the toilet seat using my full body weight. Next Mistress Athena instructed me to, while wearing my cage,  tie my balls separately and also tie my dick out of the way to completely expose my balls. I then had to sit with my legs apart and swing a weight to strike my balls - 50 times.

Thank you for such beautiful and enduring pain Mistress Athena. I'm so grateful to be able to serve you.

Today I'm excited to start my ownership trial with Mistress Athena. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to serve her. 

I sent Mistress Athena a message first thing when I woke  - to say good morning. She immediately put me in chastity and then a moment later, instructed me to put on my humbler as well. She told me to wear it as I prepared for the day (coffee etc). Before I was permitted to take it off and get dressed, I was commanded to do 15 squats - very painful.

Mistress Athena then instructed me to flick my dick with a rubber band 10 times, each time I worshiped her during the day.

Thank you Mistress Athena 

It's woven itself into my days. A simple  devotion, a habit running through everything. Wherever I am, whatever else is happening, there's always this  quiet moment of worship. A reminder, hour-by-hour  that I belong to Mistress Violet. 

5000 times I got to say: I submit. I'm yours. 

That's it really. Nothing grand. Just a slave doing what slaves should do. Over and over until the number got big.

Mistress Violet requires me to regularly upload my confessions to the Obedience App. Sometimes they are less about confession and more about understanding and describing this incredible journey. Here is today's confession:

Confession

I've been thinking about how completely my sexuality has changed. It's not gradual anymore—it's tumbling away from me.

I don't look at women anymore. That impulse is just... gone. Trained out of me so thoroughly I don't even think about it. Porn holds almost no interest. Never really did, but now even the stuff that used to work feels flat and irrelevant.

My sexuality isn't about arousal anymore. It's about service and submission. It's about Mistress Violet's presence, her commands, her satisfaction. The cage, the pain, the tasks—that's where everything lives now. Not in my dick. In my obedience. And honestly? It's not even sexuality anymore. It's something else. Something bigger and stranger. My entire erotic life has collapsed into a single point: pleasing her. Everything else (attraction, fantasy, desire) it's all been reprogrammed to serve that one purpose.

But I'm starting to wonder if what I'm seeking isn't pleasure at all. It's actually about being crushed under the weight of her power..or maybe more like being hollowed out. Emptied. Having everything that used to fill me like my wants, needs, identity,  scooped out and replaced with her will. That's what the soul ritual did. That's what the mantra does. That's what every act of submission does. Each one carves away more of what I was, making space for what she wants me to become.

I really like it. Love it, actually. The clarity is beautiful. No more scattered wants or confusing impulses. Just her will and my service. But it's also frightening to realise how much I've changed. This isn't me experimenting with submission anymore. This is who I am now. Mistress Violet didn't just take my soul, she's emptying me, making me into a vessel for her desires. And I can't go back. Don't want to go back. But the permanence of it, is both thrilling and terrifying.

I’m so happy to be owned and collared by Mistress Violet.

Today, Mistress Violet instructed me to write a story of how I imagine our first IRL session together will be. Here is my humble offering. Thank you Mistress Violet.

“So, what’s your reason for visiting Canada today?”

Okay, Okay, Okay…you practiced this in the airplane toilet on the way here. Maintain eye contact, stop trembling and looking excited, try not to sweat and whatever you do, don’t tell the nice immigration chap that you’re here to see your Owner and to get a bit tortured.

“Oh…just to visit some friends and see Montreal. I’ve never been here.” Damn it! That was too much information, he’s onto you. You’re gonna end up in a detention centre somewhere and get deported to New Zealand.

“Great. Welcome to Canada. Enjoy your stay.”

Wait, what?! It’s real. I’m here. A taxi to the hotel, get some sleep…who am I kidding, I’m in the same city as Mistress Violet, no way I’m sleeping…then tomorrow, I follow instructions to go to some place called “Opalace”. That’s all I know. That’s all I want to know, just let whatever happens happen.

I start trembling again as I pick up my bag. I can also feel that my chastity cage is now 100% in containment mode. I try not to smile like an idiot as I go through customs then go outside and suck my first breath of Canadian air. The same air that Mistress Violet is breathing!!!

The taxi driver doesn’t want to talk much and I make it to my hotel without compulsively spilling the whole story. I check in and then head to my room. Finally, alone, I throw my bags on the bed and dance around for a few minutes until I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sensibly decide to stop.

The next day, I wake up early and go out to find coffee then back to the hotel to pace around the room until it’s time to go. As I walk to Opalace, I feel like I’m just a bundle of nerve endings. A million uncontrolled neurons firing at random and creating tiny emotional explosions through my whole body.

I arrive, enter the building and follow instructions to go to room 207. The door gives a little when I tentatively push it. I enter to find a room full of equipment but no-one else is there. In the centre of the room is a small rectangular cage with its door open and an envelope leaning against it.

Heart pounding, I approach the cage and pick up the envelope. Inside is a single piece of paper with instructions, hand written in block letters.

HELLO MY PET. I WANT YOU TO ENTER THE CAGE BACKWARDS ON ALL FOURS. BACK ONTO THE PLUG UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY PENETRATED. PUT ON THE GAG. CUFF YOUR HANDS THROUGH THE BARS OF THE DOOR THEN PULL IT CLOSED.

It’s Mistress Violet’s unmistakeably perfect tone of sweet, gentle cruelty. I bend down and look into the cage and see the huge butt plug protruding from the back wall. The cage itself is so small, I realise I’ll need to almost curl up in a ball to fit inside. I’m so happy to be here.

I take off my clothes and follow the instructions. The plug is larger than anything I've experienced, and as I back onto it, a sharp pain shoots through me. I grit my teeth, pushing back until it's fully inside me. My hands find the cuffs, and the moment I pull the cage door closed I hear the lock click. Part of me realises how trapped I really am. But I’m way to excited to care. Mistress Violet will be here soon….

But I’m wrong. Minutes pass, then hours. The initial excitement fades, replaced by concern. I shift, trying to find a comfortable position, but there is none. The cage is too small, the plug too large. Pain radiates from my ass, up my spine and into my shoulders as I hunch over.

The thought of Mistress Violet's arrival keeps me going, but as the hours stretch into the evening, doubt creeps in. Is this a test? A punishment? I can't tell. My mind races, conjuring images of what's to come, of her touch, her voice. But the pain is real, it's growing and soon becomes the only thing I can think about.

Fear sets in. What if she doesn't come? What if this is the wrong day. I'm trapped, helpless. The thought should excite me, but instead, it terrifies me. I'm desperate now, desperate for her presence, for release, for anything.

In my head I form a mantra to keep the looming despair at a distance. “I must endure this. I must endure this to please Mistress Violet.” I repeat it over and over, my voice a whisper in the silence and the growing darkness. It's all I have left, all that keeps me from breaking completely. The words become a lifeline , but it’s not enough to hold off the despair and I begin to sob.

The door creaks open, and a sliver of light cuts through the darkness. Mistress Violet's silhouette appears, and hope surges through me. Relief, I think. Relief from the pain, from the uncertainty. But she doesn't look at me. She ignores me completely. Sitting in a chair facing away from me, she takes out her phone and begins texting.

I watch. I'm still here, still in pain, still waiting. My body aching, my mind racing. Why doesn't she acknowledge me? Is this part of the test? I try to shift, to ease the pressure on my knees, my shoulders, but the cage is unforgiving. The plug, still lodged deep inside me, is a constant reminder of my predicament.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she turns to me. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. Her smile is both kind and predatory, and it sends a shiver of terror and desire down my spine. She moves closer, her heels clicking on the floor. I can't move, can't escape, can only wait for what's to come.

“Hello my sweet pet. I see you’ve made yourself comfortable”. How does she do that…sounding delightful and malevolent at the same time. And OMG, that beautiful accent!

“It’s so nice to finally meet you…and to finally get my hands on you.”

She chuckles then attaches a chain to the roof of the cage, and with a whir, of an electric winch I'm lifted off the floor and raised to just above Mistress Violet’s head height. The cage swings gently, and I'm vulnerable, helpless, completely at her mercy.

Mistress Violet reaches into a drawer and pulls out a set of vicious looking clamps, some electric cables and an electro controller. Reaching through the bars of my cage, she attaches clamps to my balls, my dick and my nipples. Each clamp is a sharp pain, layered over the dull agony of my cramped body and the plug in my ass. But I’m helpless and mute. All I can do is submit.

She attaches the cables to each of the clamps and to the base of the plug, then she attaches the other ends to the controller. I notice this isn’t like the dinky little battery powered controller bravely I bought on eBay. This is serious. This controller plugs into the mains power outlet on the wall!

The next hour is one crescendo of mind-bending pain after another. Each a different blend of target body parts, intensity and pattern. I could feel Mistress Violet’s delicate touch in every shock. And it was so beautiful, so relentless and I screamed. I hit my limit and I screamed. I found my new mantra again “I must endure this, I tell myself. I must endure this to please Mistress Violet.” At the end of that hour, I am broken. But I’ve never felt closer to anyone as to Mistress Violet in this moment.

Suddenly, the cage is lowering, and I'm back on the ground. Mistress Violet is in front of me. She unlocks the cage and watches me slowly and painfully inch out of its grip. Her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement.

“That was fun. Did you enjoy that my pet?”

I collapse on the floor at her feet and she reaches down and removes my gag. For the first time I’m truly aware that I’m actually in Mistress Violet’s presence. Her scent, her touch are intoxicating.

“Go and get yourself cleaned up. I want to see you back here is 5 minutes.”

I go to the bathroom and shower. When I return, Mistress Violet is sitting and instructs me to kneel before her. She puts a collar and a leash on me and we just talk for a bit. I’m shaking and my voice is weak and nervous. But I’m so happy to be here.

Eventually Mistress Violet says. “I’d like to play some more now. Come this way.”

She tugs hard on my leash and leads me to where a pair of leather cuffs are dangling from a horizontal bar that is attached to the winch. She locks me in, my wrists pulled up, my body stretched. Then, a spreader bar, forcing my legs apart.

I'm on my toes, almost suspended, spread, exposed. The pain is back, the ache in my shoulders, my wrists, my legs.

The first strike is light; a gentle caress compared to the pain I've already experienced. But it's a promise, a warning of what's coming. "You are mine," she whispers, her voice a soft contrast to the sting of the whip.

Each stroke builds on the last, the intensity escalating, the pain deepening. "You are mine," she repeats, her voice a gentle invitation to torment. The whip, the flogger, the cane—each instrument of pain becomes a part of me as I let myself fall into the moment. I become lost in the pain, lost in her voice, lost in the rhythm of her strikes.

The welts bloom on my skin, red, angry, a map of my devotion to her. I’m overwhelmed by a desire to give more of myself to her. A beautiful, pure and absolute submission to my Mistress Violet.

And she can sense that in me too. I’ve become her prey.

"You are mine," she whispers, each word a strike, each strike a reminder. I can feel myself breaking…no it’s not breaking. I feel myself being obliterated, disappearing, becoming transparent.

“You’re mine” she says.

I let myself go and I'm hers.

The beating stops, and I'm left hanging, my body aching, my mind shattered. Then I'm being lowered to the floor where I collapse in a heap of quivering emotions.

Mistress Violet stands over me, her eyes gleaming, her voice soft. "You’ve done so well my pet. Would you like a little reward?"

“Thank you, Mistress Violet.” I groan.

She reaches for her phone. I watch, curious, as she types out a message. Then, she looks at me, takes the leash in her hand and pulls me to my hands and knees.

“This way. I want you to lie on this bench.”

I climb onto the bench and she pins me down with leather straps across my chest and thighs. There is a knock at the door and a figure enters the room. Mistress Violet looks down and me and smiles.

“I’m going to give you something that will always remind you of who you belong to. Oh, and it’s a handy attachment point for my leash.”

She turns to the figure who has been unpacking some equipment from a bag. “He’s ready when you are.”

A few moments later I feel a cold spray on my cock and then a numbing sensation. Mistress Violet looks down on me, her eyes drinking in my confusion and fear. I feel some pressure in the tip of my cock and then an intense, burning pain. More pressure and pain, then the sound of a padlock clicking shut.

“Perfect. Would you like to see?”

Mistress Violet releases the leather straps and I’m able to lift my head and see what’s been done to me. A Prince Albert piercing with a sizeable stainless-steel padlock through it. Mistress Violet waves a pair of keys on a chain in front of me and laughs.

“And these… stay with me.”

All I can think is that now I truly belong to her.

That, and…they’re gonna love this at airport security.

Today my Mistress started me on a program of rules a rituals designed to deepen her control and my submission. One rule is to put myself in chastity whenever possible. In my time as Mistress Lee’s slave I’ve come to love and desperately crave being locked in that cruel little steel cage. And today, being in chastity made me truly understand that my cock ( my body) no-longer belongs to me. Such a sense of joy. Thank you Mistress Lee 🙏

Today I failed my Mistress. She generously sent me 5 tasks...5 opportunities to serve her. But I failed. On two of my tasks, I sent my Mistress half arsed media. I have no excuse and am grateful to Mistress for calling out my failure and holding me to her standards. I have learned and will continue to learn. Thank you Mistress.

Today my unbelievably awesome Goddess, Mistress Lee Dom, commanded me to construct an instrument of my own torture in my workshop. With my chastity cage on, my collar tight around my neck and my plug in my butt, I spent the day labouring to please my Goddess. The result - a hand made ball crusher with retractable spikes and electro terminals. I'm incredibly proud of my creation and so grateful for the inspiration of my beautiful Goddess Mistress Lee Dom.