Drop to your knees like the weak little bitch you are and take in every second of our attention. Agatha Delicious and I stand tall above you, our bodies radiating dominance as we unleash our fury onto your useless balls. There’s no escape, no safe place, just the sting of our feet, the crushing impact of our knees, and the sharp ache as we lay into you over and over again. Each strike makes you gasp and fall deeper into your submission, yet you crave it—you love every single second of this punishment. Your balls are nothing but our target, tenderized with every calculated move until you’re left throbbing, aching, and desperate. But we don’t stop there. While you’re down on the floor, broken, we bend over and shove our asses in your face, commanding you to inhale our scent, to bury yourself in the place you belong. The humiliation runs deep, mixing pain with pleasure as you’re made to serve and worship exactly how we demand.
