As I torment my bound and helpless minion, I am as cold as ice. Void of any shred of emotion whatsoever. I am expressionless...relentless...merciless! I am cruelty personified. There will be no gratuitous Mistress/slave dialogue. No warm up. No nurturing after care.

It is all so ridiculously unnecessary. I am here only to impose a much deserved punishment on my undeserving slave. Strapped tightly to my leather punishment bench, I utilize one of my most intense leather riding crops. A rather unassuming instrument, this particular crop when in the hands of a true Dominant Sadist like... Show more