As a karate master, I don’t tolerate weakness. In this clip, my foot slave learned that the hard way. After a series of brutal, bare-knuckle punches to his belly, he was left gasping for air, struggling to keep up. His failure only fueled my dominance. I commanded him to worship my feet, expecting nothing less than perfect submission. But once again, he disappointed me. His attempts were sloppy and uninspired, failing to meet the high standards I demand. His weak performance only bored me further, reminding him that he exists solely to serve and obey, or face the consequences of his failure...

As a karate master, I don’t tolerate weakness. In this clip, my foot slave learned that the hard way. After a series of brutal, bare-knuckle punches to his belly, he was left gasping for air, struggling to keep up. His failure only fueled my dominance. I commanded him to worship my feet, expecting nothing less than perfect submission. But once again, he disappointed me. His attempts were sloppy and uninspired, failing to meet the high standards I demand. His weak performance only bored me further, reminding him that he exists solely to serve and obey, or face the consequences of his failure.