Pegamos nossa empregada doméstica preguiçosa tirando uma soneca no chão (pelo menos ele sabe o seu lugar). Se ele vai agir como um saco de carne inútil, então a Deusa Kat e eu vamos tratá-lo como tal. Passamos por cima do nosso capacho humano, pisoteamos e atormentamos suas bolas, e fazemos ele implorar por oxigênio debaixo das nossas bundas perfeitas. Fazemos bullying com nossa empregada inútil enquanto ele se desculpa repetidas vezes por ser uma decepção tão grande. Damos-lhe uma lição para que ele certamente pense duas vezes antes de relaxar no trabalho.

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.