Yes

“Cool,” she says, and kneels once again at your feet.

You lift your foot, as much as Lois’s hold allows, trying to be helpful.

“I’m not putting them on your feet, silly,” she says, and then you feel her fingers pulling on your tender testicles, and see that she’s wrapping the lace from one of the combat boots around them. “Told you it would be tight,” she says as she pulls on the lace, tying it around the top of your poor throbbing balls. She drops the combat boot, and you grimace as it plummets and pulls down hard on your testicles, before it comes to rest and is just left dangling from your balls.

“Look like that one fits okay,” Lucy says, “so the other should too.” She starts tying the second lace around your scrotum. “Look at that tight skin, all shiny and red.”

You gasp as the second boot drops, and then Lucy’s standing before you again, enjoying the pain on your face as she moves with the music, slowly rolling down her black stockings, revealing the bare flesh beneath.

“Poor guy, you thought I’d gotten tired of playing with your balls,” she says, raising her now bare foot to push against the combat boots, sending them swinging like pendulums, pulling on your nutsack.

“As if that would happen,” Lois comments, from behind you, while Lucy continues to dance, arousing you even more despite your discomfort below, and you can tell from the look on her face that she may never tire of torturing your testicles.

“Next time, will be different, give those poor balls a rest” she says, as she jiggles in front of you, her hands now running over her breasts. “This bra feels like it’s going to burst off, so next time you get to have fun seeing my nipples. Though in repayment, I guess it’s only fair that I have some fun with yours first.” She leans over and her long tongue licks your chest. “Deal?”