What do Mistress Blunt and I like to do with gimps? We like to make them cry! After Mistress Blunt and I have dolled and gimpified our plaything up, it’s time for a beating. He’s entirely helpless now – he can’t see because of the blackout sclera contacts in his eyes and his mouth is glued shut. He’s not much of a human anymore. He’s only a gimp. And as a gimp, he needs to be beaten into submission to remind himself of the utter futility of his position. He needs to be whipped, caned, strapped, poked, prodded, and pinched, not knowing when it’s coming and how hard it will be coming. Left to his own blindness and muteness, he will be pummeled down into complete and total weakness. Some implements for cruelty include
