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I want Coni Confetti to castrate me.
I want her to tie a rope around my testicles and secure it to the ceiling such that I am forced to stand on my tippy toes on a white monobloc chair. I then want her to relentlessly assault and torture my exposed and helpless genitals to try and get me to loose my balance.
I want her to whip my penis and balls with a riding crop to make me writhe in pain until they are purple and bleeding. I want her to rub the inside of a habanero or ghost chili on my glans to cause me searing and unbarable pain. I want to try to keep my balance as jolts of electricity are shot through my exposed and helpless balls by a tazer, cattle prod or car battery.
If my balance survives this dreadful gauntlet I want my sole reward to be having my testicles executed anyway, Coni kicking one of the legs out from under the chair causing my to drop and snap my testicles loose in their bag. While Im dangling there helpless and freshly sterilized I want her to reach up and remove my penis with a pair of scissors, teasing me with them first, acting like she is going to cut me free but ultimately leaving me to dangle a cock lighter
