I’m visiting the commanding Miss Dula in Milan. Her slave awaits us, crawling in on all fours like a dog. To start, he licks the dirty soles of our boots clean. Then we make him show his balls, and I dig my sharp nails into his sack. I tell him pain is part of the deal. He takes off Miss Dula’s shoes, but mine stay on – it hurts more with boots, right? Miss Dula holds him tight while I deliver hard kicks to his sensitive parts. He moans with every strike. Then Miss Dula kicks his balls from behind with full power, making him crumble. But we’re not done. We order him to spread his legs, and I hold his balls while Dula strikes. He screams, but this is just the warm-up. He takes off my shoes, lies on the floor like an animal before me. More heavy ball kicks follow while Dula sits on him. He writhes in pain but has to spread his legs again. We keep kicking. He stands, and we take turns kicking from front and back until he collapses. To finish, we land karate kicks on his balls – he’s just our punching bag. We have fun at his expense. Ready to watch?