Human Punching Bag
I have been having so much fun lately fucking with My little slave bitches and raking in the cash. For some reason, I have been totally in the mood to physically abuse dirtbag, which of course, thrills him to no end even with all of the tears and sweat that leaks out of that nasty little fucker. A few days ago, I came home from shopping with Chuckie’s recent tributes and forgot that I had left dirtbag in my bedroom closet, all tied up from the night before. I was startled and let out a little yelp and just hauled off and kicked him full-on in his floppy nutsack. He groaned and turned pale and that made me smile and I just giggled and grabbed him by his ankle bindings and dragged him out into the bedroom.
I put on some latex gloves and started slapping the hell out of his face. I called Meat in and told him to hang him up on my chandelier by his ankle bindings. I put on some leather gloves and started to use him as a punching bag, which was funny because I don’t always have the best aim while I am wearing six-inch heels. I punched him in his stomach, his ribcage, his kidneys, and his nose and kept it up for a good five minutes until his tears were forming a little puddle on my floor. I had Meat soak up the tears with a sponge and squeeze it out into a glass and then I spit in dirtbag’s face and in the glass of tears. Meat had him drink it out of the glass with a straw and I told dirtbag that if he could stay suspended like that without making a sound for more than a half an hour, he would only have to tribute Me $500.00 for startling Me. If not, it would be $1000.00. The rest of the day turned out to be very entertaining.