Saharra Huxly came home to find her slave just lounging around in his boxers. He hadn't done a thing with the house as he should. But most of all, Saharra's boots were still filthy. His primary task for the day was to clean all of her boots. So now, he must be punished.

She dragged him to her wrestling ring and threw him in. Then joining him she paces around him. Grabbing one of his angles she continues pacing only to drag him along with her. Finally she flips him over and slowly puts him into one of her favorite moves, the Boston Crab. He moans in pain and begs for her to stop. But...

Saharra Huxly came home to find her slave just lounging around in his boxers. He hadn't done a thing with the house as he should. But most of all, Saharra's boots were still filthy. His primary task for the day was to clean all of her boots. So now, he must be punished.

She dragged him to her wrestling ring and threw him in. Then joining him she paces around him. Grabbing one of his angles she continues pacing only to drag him along with her. Finally she flips him over and slowly puts him into one of her favorite moves, the Boston Crab. He moans in pain and begs for her to stop. But she has no intentions of stopping the pain, only increasing it. She gets up only to reposition him and this time instead of sitting on his ass, she sits on he back. His shouts for release get louder you can hear his tendons begin to snap. How will he be able to survive when she readjusts one last time to sit almost entirely on his head?