This winging little bitch had already put me in a bad mood before he’d even arrived. He’d been such a snivelling little cunt with my producer during emails preparing for the shoot. “Mistress can’t do this, Mistress can’t do that, I like it when Mistress does this”, blah fucking blah! So when he arrived, it was time to show him who the boss was, and how I treat snivelling little slags like him. The worthless little cunt has the smallest dick I’ve ever seen, locked away in a chastity belt. His tiny maggot didn’t need caging. It’s the least frightening cock I’ve seen in my life! I give him a damn good kicking him across the floor and tell him that he doesn’t tell me how I operate. I drag him around the floor by his ear, slap his stupid face, spit at him, and make him realise that I’M THE BOSS, AND HE’S THAT SLAG!
