Yes

She lets go of your cock and punches you in the balls, hard. Your cock trembles as cum drips out of it.

“I’m going to punch all the cum out of your balls,” Me says, punching them once again. “That’s what you get for even thinking you could cum on my face.” She grabs you by the chin and spits in your face. “No doing that till the game’s over and it’s only just beginning.” She lets your chin fall, and her fists are smashing into your sack once again, making you groan and gasp as you hang there **** and helpless.

“I guess the moral of the story is,” Me tells you, “don’t... fuck... with... pirates.” She punctuates the words with her knuckles, your balls aching, your stomach in knots. “Then there’s that other kind of piracy, bootlegs,” she says, and with the syllables boot and legs she rams her knees into your balls, and all you can do is squirm and scream, feeling the leather of her boots against the skin of your scrotum.

“Told you I’d make you squawk,” she says, as her punishment continues, and you wonder if it will ever stop. Finally, it does.

She stands there, rubbing your aching throbbing balls. “Poor You,” she says. “Don’t you like my game? Say ‘Yes, I do, Mistress Me’.”