Full Feature Movie with 6 k*nky scenes!

Part One

"Chained Like a Dawg, Spanked Like a B*tch"

My sl*ve has volunteered to entertain My friend Goddess Sombra and I for an evening. Unfortunately distance has prevented this one from his routine training and he has fallen into ill behavior. At the door he was quite casual, cr*cking jokes, like he is our step-bro. Disgusted, we chained him in the middle of the living room like a wild beast and went off to do girl things. Upon our return he is desperate, whining and crying for attention. Desperate is not a perfect mode of behavior but surely a better one than frat boy.

Seeing him start to cr*ck, we begin our training and fun with a nice spanking. Sturdy and fit as he is, this sl*ve is a very wimpy spankee. The *ss is soft and untrained. Right away he is whimpering and crying like a l*ttle b*by. We love that. We love broken men, especially when there is still more to break, like the skin.

Part Two

"Raw, Paddles *ss"

After a sturdy spanking the sl*ve's *ss is still too pale for Goddess Sombra and Mine liking. It is paddle time. This one has been spared by the paddle in the past, but now his time to learn has come. A pathetic display of crying and whining is put on for us while We exercise our s*dism on his back side. What a puts, he is so flustered he can barely follow orders. A nice hefty paddling should bring him back to Femdom reality.

Part Three

"Punished for His Machismo"

A candid view of what happens to a sl*ve when he is unruly. Unfortunately for My sl*ve, he has been out of practice since I moved states. In his excitement to serve Me again and Goddess Sombra for the first time he begins to act quite wild, like boar; Like a gross man-pig. There is always time in My schedule for some impromptu disciplining. Today's lesson is completed when We have first attached one pin for every annoyance he has caused Us. That is a lot of clothes pins, some hanging menacingly from his most tender spots.

Next We will remove the pins, with out floggers. The loser is crying already, trying to apologize and proverbially kiss My *ss, but it is too late. The d*mage is done, We are angry and disappointed and he must pay with his tear, the snot. The bl*ws come hard and fast, ripping pins off his body, sending him into a frenzy. He can trash and scream, but he cannot escape Our vengeance.

Part Four

"Bound for a Solid Whipping"

Goddess Sombra and I are connoisseurs of sl*ve tears. This one was acting naughty for a bit and we had to knock the sense back into him. Now he is behaving quite nicely but the d*mage has been done. We see his attempt to rectify his erroneous ways but we are still in the mood to shred him. We want to make him cry for mercy, knowing that he is attempting to redeem his ruined reputation. Can he handle both of us at once? Two whips, tearing into his flesh. Two women, menacingly toying with him as he hangs the helplessly taking bl*w after bl*w. His body is trashed. Can he take a few more strokes of My hellcat manicure? Why do I not find out by trying...

We will whip him until he is dry and devoid of all hope. Broken. That is how all men should be.

Part Five

"Caned Piece of Meat"

As the evening unfolds I realize My sl*ve has forgotten a dreadfully large portion of the good manners I had once carved into his dumb head. Goddess Sombra and I quickly devise a most devious plot, We shall suspend the idiot and cane the stupidity right out of him. This will be his first caning ever and it will be a merciless one. Even he comes to realize mercy is not for the wayward like him. Despite the obvious turmoil he faces, he takes his beating.

Hanging, stretched out, like a hide just ripped off some wilder-beast, he takes his punishment like a whiny boy. We have no sympathy for this fool, as long as he is alive at the end we will be glad. This beating is not the last one of the evening, or even the last one he will ever receive. Maintaining proper sl*ve form takes effort and diligence. Something a weak man would know l*ttle about. This is perfectly fine because Goddess Sombra and Myself are avid teachers of the protocol, and passionate believers in corporal punishment.

Part Six

"The Broken Servant"

After a good spanking, a strict caning, and a pretty severe whipping, our sl*ve is acting like a lamb of g*d. His protocol is on point, he is not asking questions out of order, and he has transformed into the perfect butler for two Goddesses.

his first remedial task is to serve us fine chocolates on a platter. he does this well. Next he must rub our weary feet. Weary from strutting around on those while his punishment was being administered. If he had not been such a l*ttle bastard our feet would be less sore, maybe. Now he must make up for it by giving an excellent massage, while I tortment his nipples. I pinch and twist them with My deft toes while he tends to My girlfriend's legs.

After he has lavished us both with caring attention he is allowed to assume position Four where he has finally earned some worship. Of course, we plant to make this a l*ttle hard for him too, or at least a bit humiliating.

Broken and Enslaved