Uncertain of how to handle the situation, we seat the plumber and intensify our interrogation. Sensing the tables turning, he raises his hands in defense as we reach for nearby disciplinary implements. We make it clear to him the gravity of his situation.
The plumber quickly grasps that he's in for a rude awakening, facing two commanding women who are seizing control and asserting their dominance. Despite his attempts to negotiate payment, it becomes evident that we hold all the power, punctuated by the sting of our strikes against his hands and backside. We derive pleasure from the newfound control over our powerless subject, reveling in the opportunity to toy with him.
Recalling implements left behind by a friend from our last gathering, Goddess Jewels returns with an array of more fitting disciplinary tools. With the plumber now gagged and immobilized, we unleash our fury upon him.
Bound and helpless, the plumber endures a barrage of spankings and strikes to his exposed backside, his muffled cries stifled by the gag. Our disdain for his pleas for reduced charges is palpable; we demand servitude, not negotiation.
Utilizing the plumber as our human furniture, we take turns perching upon him while subjecting him to cruel implements, our heels digging into his flesh as he bears the brunt of our fury. I perch on the kitchen counter, my Louboutin heels resting on his back as I continue to administer punishment with precision.
Dragging him to the floor, we decide to inflict further torment upon his cock and balls, using our heels to crush and flatten his balls as he writhes in agony beneath us. We relish in the power we hold over him, knowing he is now at our beck and call, bound to serve us whenever we desire... free of charge, naturally.