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To remind slave his Mistress, I carried him outside with my hair and made him lie on the cold concrete tiles. I put on some leather sandals and started to kick, stomp and kick his feet. I had no choice but to show him that he was nothing more than a powerless creature, only serving my needs and fantasies. I explained to him that he was not entitled to feel the worst pain in order for him to be validated. He was asked to stop tapping me on the legs, but he was to keep his mouth shut. He was tapping my legs so hard that I could not believe it. I managed to fool him. It didn’t make me stop. The signal was reverse for me to try harder. Poor slave. He shouldn’t believe anything he is told. It was his fault.