It is true, we are all a little blood thirsty; or a lot blood thirsty.
Certainly it is possible to curb misandry with logical thoughts of particular versus general fault, but where is the pleasurable gain in that? Not all girls relish in vivid fantasy of hitting guys where it hurts, but most do, and some love to indulge.
I am not addicted to ball busting, I simply demand it because I am a Princess.
Emasculating by blunt force is the tuning fork for My inner serenity and bliss. Catering to My madness requires dedication, and a resilient pair of balls. Know your place beneath My heel and accept every punch, kick, and whack with honorable subordination to your cause for your superior.
Flamboyant masculinity sickens Me, and I will seek to correct it with a firm hand, and a committed foot, directly where it stems, at the odious well of libido between a mans legs.
Surrender your unworthy dangly parts for My wicked indulgence. The screams of your torment are the elixir I seek for the vice which burns deep withing Me.
