For this pet's punishment, I will not need the typical accoutrements of pain and torment. I need nothing more than my own two hands, as I scramble his brain with a harsh face slapping designed to further render him dazed and senseless. Slap, slap, slap...left, right, left, right...forehand, backhand, etc. Over and over again, I smack him harder and harder, as I watch his head bobble to and fro, his eyes sinking deeply into a foggy state of complete surrender. I take an occasional pause to stare deeply into his psyche, and I read his every thought. And so, the bitch slapping continues.
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For this pet's punishment, I will not need the typical accoutrements of pain and torment. I need nothing more than my own two hands, as I scramble his brain with a harsh face slapping designed to further render him dazed and senseless. Slap, slap, slap...left, right, left, right...forehand, backhand, etc. Over and over again, I smack him harder and harder, as I watch his head bobble to and fro, his eyes sinking deeply into a foggy state of complete surrender. I take an occasional pause to stare deeply into his psyche, and I read his every thought. And so, the bitch slapping continues.

I disorient him further by introducing his most desirable fetish addiction at just the precise moment - my gleaming patent leather boots - to send him into sensory overload. I grab him firmly by the hair and instruct him to worship my delicious boots with his tongue, directing his every movement with the touch of my hand.

He is overwhelmed...baffled...perplexed...discombobulated! It no longer matters why or how he found himself in this predicament. He is completely lost in that sweet bliss known as slavery. That is all that matters. And I am pleased.