Fun! Today is simply about fun! Madam M has received a new catapult and wishes to amuse herself. An expert sh*t with virtually everything; it's likely that it's going to be a painful experience for Madam's Valet.

Ready to please, his only purpose today is as a target and to entertain Madam M. Firstly, Madam removes the use of his hands. Binding them tightly with bandages into b*lls before also removing his sight. The blindfold ensures he does not anticipate the shots and move. Carefully following instructions, he inches towards his starting position.

Madam M has a bucket full of ammunition, compacted wrapped plastic b*lls. More than sufficient to fly cleanly from the catapult and leave beautiful marks. Taking the first sh*t, slightly off target, is soon corrected as the following shots are cleanly on target.

Madam laughs as the shots land with a resounding thud. Precision h*ts land directly on his genitals; he recoils, groans, and jumps from the painful h*ts. The first round over, a new game presents itself. Without the use of his hands or eyes, he must follow Madam's direction to collect the projectiles for the next round.

A riding crop is used to offer encouragement as he is whipped around the floor. Collected, he places the bucket ready for another round and follows instructions to retake his position.

The barrage continues, each sh*t becoming ever more proficient with her new toy. Each precision h*t delivering ever more p*in. Madam's valet needs to prepare, as the games are unlikely to end any time soon.