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Under the bright sun, Mistress Jo and her friend Lady Blu reign supreme over their pathetic field toy. Dressed impeccably as equestriennes – Mistress Jo in her traditional English riding jacket, crisp white jodhpurs, and gleaming boots, while Lady Blu strikes a stunning figure in beige jodhpurs, a leather and lace basque, and commanding thigh-high heeled boots – they are visions of cruel, untouchable elegance.
The slave, crawling on the rough ground beneath them, is nothing but an object of sport – a pitiful creature whose sole purpose is to amuse and serve. They have no need for gentleness; he is trampled and whipped purely for their entertainment, his body bearing the marks of their disdain. He grovels at their feet, forced to lick the dust from their boots, every humiliating lick a reminder of his absolute insignificance.
With gleeful malice, the ladies attach a rope to his testicles, tugging and dragging him across the field by the most vulnerable part of his worthless male form. His discomfort fuels their laughter, his suffering is their joy. He is led about like a beast, stripped of dignity, dragged about by those he could never hope to approach as equals.
During well-earned breaks from their play, Mistress Jo perches regally atop his back, using him as a living seat. Smoking her cigarette with supreme nonchalance, she toys with him further, deliberately pressing the searing tip of her cigarette onto his tender balls. Each yelp and shudder brings only more laughter from the goddesses above him, their amusement growing with each new cruelty.
Refreshed from their rest, they mount him once more, riding him mercilessly, whipping and kicking him as he staggers beneath their glorious weight. Every clumsy stumble, every grunt of pain, only confirms what they already know: he is not a man, not even an animal – he is an object, a pitiful nothing to be toyed with, punished, and discarded without a second thought.
In the radiant world of Mistress Jo and Lady Blu, he is less than the dirt beneath their boots – and they revel in reminding him of that brutal truth with every scornful laugh and every casual act of cruelty.
