So when I hear this loser whimpering at my feet and saying something about how he “loves me”- I just can’t help but take advantage of it. I decide to make him stand up and spread his legs so I can get niiice and close to him…until he is just sooo hot and bothered…and I am whispering in his ear, asking him about how much he “loves me”, and then…WHAM! I bring my knee up as hard as I can up into his balls! Haha!!!He keeps crumpling at my feet each time I slam my knee into his pathetic slave-balls, but instead of breaking his “love” for me, he just keeps groveling at my feet and STILL professing his “love” for me! Which just makes me laugh in his face, quite honestly.
I beat my husband for his own good, and he understands that. He can never quite satisfy me though n needs constant discipline. I get him over my knees showing that his ass has already been badly beaten. The best slaves are the strong ones, and I tell him that I will crop him brutally and after he must prepare a bubble bath with essential oils and bring champagne and rub my shoulders. “Make me a rare steak, I like my meat, after all” I crop his ass showing no mercy, and instruct him to prepare a bubble bath with essential oils and glass of champagne for myself, and a salt bath for his wounds, in the other bathroom of course. I don’t want him to join me in luxury I just want to hear him wail.
