“Stand, sissy! Now walk!”
I take a few tottering steps. Immediately Mistress Aiko punches me hard in the stomach, folding me over, and Goddess Kimiko shocks me to the ground, painfully twisting my ankle in the process. Both knees are also badly scraped and I cry out breathlessly.
“Not like that, you useless f*****g s**t! Walk like a woman! Walk like a hip-swaying slut, like a five-cent hooker trolling for johns. Walk like you’re desperate for a big stinky c**k to suck and f**k, and you don’t care who you get it from, you round-heels little trollop!”
Burning with intolerable shame at this depiction, remembering a time when being verbally degraded used to excite me, I struggle upright and try again. Walking with shackled ankles is difficult enough. Perched on terribly pinched toes with my
