In the cellar, with me, there is a leash obligation! No ordinary leash that is attached to the collar. No, that would be too boring. I take your testicles on a leash and take them for a walk, doggie. As you know, a leash serves as a guideline and so I lead you, on the ball leash, through the spacious and cold rooms. Here and there, I let you feel my sadism by mistreating, misusing and tormenting your hangings.
