Today I have a friends slave locked away in my dungeon. He has a reputation for being a little on the quiet side. So I have every intention of creating music with him. It may come from the beating that I put down on him or from his lips. Either way, today I hear music!

There he is! A slave unknown to my hand. My hand unknown by him.
He lay there bound, naked, helpless. He is mine for this moment. Or for the next several hours. I mount him. Taking my rightful dominant position atop him and proceed viciously. My hole laden paddle drawing almost immediately. His only draws me in ... Show more