Sometimes I'm just feeling a little (or very) sadistic. Today would be such a day, I think that I shall dress myself in my exquisite leather pants and empowering red stilettos. Then bind and torment my slave just because it pleases me to watch him suffer a scream!

Oh yes I have my poor poor pathetic slave bound and helpless, he's really not much of a pain slut, so it's just all that much more entertaining to my twisted mind. I even blindfold him, depriving him of my beauty as I beseech his every sensitive region with pain, I twist his nipples and watch him wreath in pain as I smile...

Sometimes I'm just feeling a little (or very) sadistic. Today would be such a day, I think that I shall dress myself in my exquisite leather pants and empowering red stilettos. Then bind and torment my slave just because it pleases me to watch him suffer a scream!

Oh yes I have my poor poor pathetic slave bound and helpless, he's really not much of a pain slut, so it's just all that much more entertaining to my twisted mind. I even blindfold him, depriving him of my beauty as I beseech his every sensitive region with pain, I twist his nipples and watch him wreath in pain as I smile and kick him in the balls when he can't even see it coming. I bring about his misery and suffering as I beat him ruthlessly with my crop and then with a brutal harsh nitrile rubber whip.

My slave can only scream in grief as my sadism easily overpowers him. He cannot elude the pain that I so cruelly bestow upon him. His tears, trembling, girlish screams and panting breaths are like a gourmet delicacy to a Sadist such as myself. And today I feast!