My slave had the nerve to tell me that I couldn't cook and asked me if I needed the recipe for toast. Look at me...do I look like someone who can't cook? He pissed off the wrong domme. All I wanted to do was hurt him and hurt him bad! Trust me, I know how to use my 330 pounds to do just that. I trample his stomach. I stomp on his cock and balls. I deliver punishing full-weight buttdrops (I love the sound he makes when I slam him). I pound him with vicious knee drops. He is beat down. I intended to hurt him and that is exactly what happened. I don't think he'll ever question my cooking again.

My slave had the nerve to tell me that I couldn't cook and asked me if I needed the recipe for toast. Look at me...do I look like someone who can't cook? He pissed off the wrong domme. All I wanted to do was hurt him and hurt him bad! Trust me, I know how to use my 330 pounds to do just that. I trample his stomach. I stomp on his cock and balls. I deliver punishing full-weight buttdrops (I love the sound he makes when I slam him). I pound him with vicious knee drops. He is beat down. I intended to hurt him and that is exactly what happened. I don't think he'll ever question my cooking again.