With my pet ensnared in my steel chain spider web, I stalk my prey much like the black widow stalks a helpless insect who has fallen into her silken net of doom. My insect's fate is a mere formality. To struggle is futile, his demise inevitable. Accept it. Surrender to it. As the saying goes, there is only pain in resistance, slave.

I toy with my little cockroach, teasing and taunting him, to build suspense and dire anticipation of what may come next. A luxurious fur mitt, soft to the touch, offers him a false sense of security and raises his hope of a more seductive encounter. But... Show more