Valeria orders het boy toy to do the dishes. But she makes it a little more difficult.

"You know what," Valeria suddenly says and smaks Derrows ass playfully, "how about you help me a little. I mean, where is the use in a boyfriend if i can't rely on him doing the stuff I am just to lazy for. And since I am such a lazy ass, I expect you to do all my dishes while I am talking to the headwoman. Don't you agree, sweetheart? Will you do what your beloved one tells you? Of course you will. Because little weaklings like you do everything beautiful woman like me want."

Valeria reaches for the knots holding Derrow in his uncomfrotable place. He is free he almost collapses on the foor. Valeria offers him a hand and looks deep in exhausted face. He Looks so cute when he is suffering. quickly Valeria opend Derrows leather bands so that he can move his hands. He flinches slightly when Valeria reaches for his balls to remove the weights. But when Derrow feels his first relife Valeria clutches his nuts in one fist and put painful pressure on them. To make it even worse she mumbles a magic formula and her eyes glow in a bright blue for a Moment. When she releases Derrows balls the pain continues and he finally drops to the ground clasping his sore balls. But there was nothing he could do to protect his testicals.

"M-Mistress ..." Derrow gasps in shock, "w-what … why ..."

"Because I can, honey," Valeria says sweet and kneels next to him, "I casted a spell on your balls to keep you motivatited. They are under constant pressure now. And the pressure will increase every hour from now on. Until I remove the spell of course, which I will do when I am pleased with your work. So better be ready when I am back. And if you make me really happy I will consider letting you use your favourite tool on me tonight."

Under heavy pain Derrow managed to get back on all fours. Valeria snaps against his balls amused and let them dangle a bit. Then she got up and headed to the entrence.

"And … and my real work?" Derrow asks arduos, "the master of crafsmen will be really pissed when I am not done with reapairng the fishernets until evening."

"Good point," Valeria agrees smiling and looks out of the window, where a young collector is talking with a young blonde potter, "hey, you there. Collector. What's your name?"

"I am Pike, great shaman Valeria," Pike answers obidient, "may I be of service?"

"Yes, you can," Valeria answers, "my friend here has to work for me but can't neglect his dutys for the settlement. Go over to the huts of the craftsmen and take his tools and the broken fishernets to my hut. If you are a good boy I will remember it when you get ill next time."

"As you wish, mistress," Pike agrees and sets off.

"Well then, work fine, handsome little boy," Valeria says to Derrow, "I will be back to save your balls in … three hours or so. Oh, and if I come back and you wear a single shred of cloth I will fry your ass."

As a farewell, she kissed him on the mouth. Long and intimate. So much had earned any man who could endure her sadistic moods long enough. Derrow returns the kiss eagerly, even if that only means that he'll soon face worse agony. When Valeria leaves Derrow moans in pain and moves like he had a brick block tied to his balls. But he knows that refusing or disappointing Valeria would be a terrible mistake, which he would regret bitterly.