On the terrace, my three inseparable Mistress friends and I, all barefoot, stand over four pathetic losers sprawled on the ground, ready to be our entertainment. The air buzzes with laughter and mischief as we grab the hose and unleash a torrent of cold water. We aim right for their most sensitive spots, and their yelps as the icy spray hits their jewels have us doubled over with laughter. Its just the warm-up.We decide to crank things up, turning them into one big human carpet. Barefoot, we trample them without mercy, our feet pressing into their skin as we exchange sly glances. Suddenly, one of us lets out a loud, unapologetic fart right in one slaves face, his expression a hilarious mix of shock and resignation. Before we can recover from the giggles, another of us, sporting a devilish grin, decides to relieve herself, aiming a stream right into another losers mouth. He sputters, and we burst into even wilder laughter.We keep going, alternating between water blasts, barefoot stomping, and the occasional surprise, as the terrace becomes the stage for an absurdly funny spectacle. The whole scene is so outrageous that we cant stop laughing, reveling in every second of this chaotic display of dominance and humiliation.
