Abbiamo sorpreso la nostra pigra domestica che sonnecchiava sul pavimento (almeno sa qual è il suo posto). Se deve comportarsi come un inutile sacco di carne, allora io e Dea Kat lo tratteremo come tale. Gli camminiamo sopra come su uno zerbino umano, calpestiamo e torturiamo le sue palle, e gli facciamo implorare ossigeno sotto i nostri perfetti culi. Facciamo bullismo alla nostra inutile domestica mentre lui si scusa più e più volte per essere una tale delusione. Gli diamo una lezione così che ci pensi due volte prima di battere la fiacca sul lavoro.

Dressed in sporty leggings and sneakers, we turn casual athletic energy into something far more sadistic. Our submissive is bound tight, unable to protect himself with his hands and obligated to absorb every kick, punch, slap, and squeeze we deliver. The rubber on our sneakers connects over and over with his pathetic, sensitive balls, leaving him no choice but to drop to the floor like the little bitch he is.

He thinks the couch means relief. Comfort. Safety. Goddess Kat and I quickly crush that illusion. Our kicks send him reeling backwards, but we're relentless with our ballbusting. We don't stop until we're satisfied. Every single kick, punch, slap, and squeeze reinforces the reality: there is no safety or comfort when you're around us.

Goddess Kat and I return from a serene yoga class all stretched, centered... and utterly unimpressed. The house is a mess, and our maid is about to pay for his laziness. With ruthless kicks, punches, squeezes, and slaps to his balls, we remind him exactly what happens when standards aren’t met. Disappointing us always comes with consequences.