Yes

A wicked smile crosses her face. “In that case...” she begins, and then delivers a sharp kick to your balls. She patiently waits for you to recover, and then leans over to talk to you.

“I said before that we’ve got needs,” she explains, gripping your chin in her hand. “You’ve got a need to disappoint me, and I’ve got a need to humiliate you. Haven’t you learned anything, worm, I get to decide who fucks me, you just get to follow orders, and what makes you ever think I’d want that small thing of yours making a squidgy mess inside my private palace. You’re good for smothering and ballkicking and maybe being a footrest or a toilet, but the last thing you could be is my lover. Got it, you pathetic fucking loser excuse for a pathetic fucking loser?”

She lets go of your chin and you nod, and then she kicks you in the balls once again.

“I don’t think you do get it, not yet,” she says, as she once again overpowers you, putting you in a stranglehold. “Seems a mother can’t teach you goodness, maybe it requires a granny.”

You struggle, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to sleep, and you’re right. For once there’s the sensual smell of flesh rather than nylon on your journey to unconsciousness.