Of course.

You try to pull back for a punch, but your attempt at resistance is quickly crushed along with your balls as her vice-grip tightens even further. You barely even have the energy left to yell at this point.

“I think an ordinary tap-out won’t suffice for your first submission to your future Mistress,” Lady Grace muses. “No. I want you to beg.”

You balk at the demand...at first. Then she pulls hard on your ballsack, drawing out what’s less of a scream and more of a whine.

“Beg, you pathetic wretch,” she snarls.

“Please,” you whimper, feeling emasculated and humiliated within the opening seconds of the match. “Mercy...”

She lets out a cold laugh. “Mercy is for the weak. But I’ll graciously allow you to postpone your humiliation at my hands.” She lets you go, and you stumble back, holding your crotch as the buzzer goes off.

You’ve lost a point for domination.