Like an insect trapped in a spiders web, my slave is all strung up for me with no chance of escape. I'll run my razor sharp finger nails across his chest, lightly and sensually at first. But as I progress, my nails dig deeper and deeper into the soft, tender flesh of his sensitive nipples until tears roll down his cheeks.

The helplessness in his eyes and his guttural moans only make me want to tease and tear at him more. I've got him wrapped around my finger tips, as he rises and falls with each of my intentions. Mostly bad intentions, I assure you.

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