My slave talks too much. He never shuts up. Always mouthing off. I admit I got a little carried away, standing on him for long periods of time while he is screaming and writhing in pain beneath me. I jumped up and down on him, came crashing down on him repeatedly. I guess you could call it a good, old-fashioned stomping. He deserved it, I brought it, he felt it.

My slave talks too much. He never shuts up. Always mouthing off. I admit I got a little carried away, standing on him for long periods of time while he is screaming and writhing in pain beneath me. I jumped up and down on him, came crashing down on him repeatedly. I guess you could call it a good, old-fashioned stomping. He deserved it, I brought it, he felt it.