At first, we thought it would kick off, but then we realized that there is no football at all. Just that unworthy little worm. But Mistress Madita always finds something to kick.What agony and what an incredible assortment of whips and sticks. The poor slave kept waking up from fainting and faced new instruments of torture! Covered in sweat and full of fear of the next impact, he knows that he cannot escape. This becomes impossible when both hands, neck and feet are handcuffed. What shall we say? The last loins that were pounded so soft were afterwards on our plate.
