A thrashing is the most efficient way to demonstrate to the bitch that you are in charge. If you are on the loser side, you learn that life is so: sometimes on top, sometimes in hell. Surely we should not blame the destiny (or perhaps Mame...) for our defeats. Humiliation is also a medicine, for it makes us free from pride and yearnings of power. Once humiliated, our condition of controlled thing at the mercy of a stronger woman is a kind of holiday to our futile ambitions. We learn our place obediently, as life determines. When our time of glory comes, nevertheless, it is marvellous the sense of power and domination. I get aroused sometimes, or I salivate (as Pavlov's dog - bark! bark!) when I manhandle a bitch under my claws...
The video here shows a beautiful beatdown. The poor loser is really beautiful: lovely legs, lovely thighs, lovely belly... oh lovely... ah lovely... And for the first time since the blog start, we can enjoy one of the most beautiful and humiliating holds: the Boston crab. This is, however, just a little drop amidst the tempest of humiliating moves. And the audio special defects put one more pinch of madness on my mixed feelings and fantasies...
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