Mistress Ziva Fey walks Her new pet in by his leash and collar, blindfolded, still wearing the gym gear that he was wearing when She beat him at wrestling and lost the bet to become Her pet. She's wearing a white marital arts-style robe. She leads him into the living room and has him stand there, unable to see.

"Ok pet, I've let you out of your cage because I need to practice My ju-jitsu and workout. So, you're gonna be My practice dummy. Now, DON'T MOVE A F*CKING MUSCLE. This is gonna hurt, but not as much as if you start moving without permission. Got that, b*tch?"

"Yes Mistress"

She has him stand with his hands behind his head, and then starts doing a series of kicks into his side and torso, one after the other, in a rhythm, She rattles off 20 kicks using each leg. Each hard kick to his body makes an impact and causes him to wince and grunt occasionally as he has to absorb the impact of Her kicks. She switches to punches to his stomach, making him moan and start to cry softly for Her to give him Mercy, but She's having none of it She starts to get hot and takes off the robe, revealing a red leotard underneath. She throws a series of elbow sm*shes to each side of his ribs, making him cy out in p*in more than once.

"Ready for more p*in, b*tch?"

She unleashes another br*tal series of kicks to his torso, this time much harder, knocking him back visibly while he tries desperately to stay on his feet. As grunts with each impact and then tries to recover once She's done h*tting him, She whispers in his ear:

"Ready?"

She grabs his arms and throws him down in an obviously ju-jitsu move, he crashes to the matt, groaning in p*in. But then She does series of high kicks in the air then crashes Her foot down onto his stomach, once, twice, three times. She then drops and does knee sm*sh into his chest, knocking the wind out of him while She unleashes a series of punches to his torso again. She stands up and starts grinding Her foot against his shorts-covered c*ck, then puts Her foot in his face, pulling the leash taut so his face is pressed hard against Her foot.

"How does My l*ttle practice dummy like being under Me? Get used to it, you're not going anywhere, this is going to be a daily workout"

She drops down onto his face, sm*thering him with Her white practice pants-covered *ss while She punches his stomach another ten times or so, then stands up again and does another series of kicks onto the poor pet's chest while he writhes in p*in and cries after each bl*w. begging Her for mercy. She finally relents, pulling his leash and taking him back into the dungeon, She locks him into his pink cage and laughs as She walks out, not to return until the next day.

Be My Practice Dummy (HD 4K MP4)