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It was a shitty day. I sat at my shitty table in my shitty apartment with my shitty bitch, Joyann. She walked away with the table, then came immediately back with my shitty breakfast. She sat down next to me, and apparently did not notice my shitty mood. Yes, she started nagging.

After about three sentences, I pimp-slapped her flat across the face. One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Right when I thought I had shut her up, she started up again. “Was that really necessary? What was that?”

“That” was the last straw. I grabbed her by her black, latina hair, and drove her face into her breakfast. I then pulled it towards me, and spit a huge wad, right in her eye. Tightening my grip on her hair, I flipped her off the chair onto the hard floor.

She started yelling. I dove on her and planted my hands on her soft, long throat, and pushed harder and harder. I maintained my grip, and watched her fight for air, and fail miserably, like the bitch that she is. Her throat and mouth made amazing sounds, as she tried to get that one breath of air, but it wouldn’t come to her. finally, I let go, and she grabbed her throat in pain. Coughing and choking, she puked on my floor. I grabbed her hair and rubbed her face in her own vomit, and her sad faced looked tortured and humiliated.

This was a long time coming, and I was not finished. I grabbed her by the throat and threw her down the steps. She rolled into the basement, crying her eyes out, like a little girl. I gripped her throat and slammed her against the wall, then lifted her three feet off the ground. She gasped for air, and I tossed her down like trash.

I went into the next room and grabbed the dog’s leash. Tightening it around Joyann’s throat, she had stopped crying and screaming. She was calm and submissive. I rewarded her by pulling out my hard cock, rubbing her face with it, shoving it down her throat, and making her gag on it. That was her reward; now to finish the punishment.

I pulled the leash and yanked her from behind. I slowly, but strongly, pulled her up the stairway, from the throat, with her body in a laying position. Once we finally made it to the top, and she breathed some precious air, I rubbed her soar, red throat and asked her what she had learned.

She replied, “I don’t know, master. Maybe I need another punishment.”