Here in my white clinical laboratory, I conduct bizarre, rather painful psycho sexual experiments on my many helpless pets. For this particular slave, I have bound him tightly to my vertical padded rack, so that he is completely immobilized and unable to escape my sadistic whims.

The experiment of the day is to determine this slave's pain tolerance, specifically in regards to his nipples. With my long, feline claws I first probe, poke, squeeze and twist his man boobs to determine his threshold for pain, and more importantly, his willingness to suffer for me. His tolerance after all...

Here in my white clinical laboratory, I conduct bizarre, rather painful psycho sexual experiments on my many helpless pets. For this particular slave, I have bound him tightly to my vertical padded rack, so that he is completely immobilized and unable to escape my sadistic whims.

The experiment of the day is to determine this slave's pain tolerance, specifically in regards to his nipples. With my long, feline claws I first probe, poke, squeeze and twist his man boobs to determine his threshold for pain, and more importantly, his willingness to suffer for me. His tolerance after all, is really of no concern to me, as I will push him far beyond. It is his loyalty and devotion that I wish to test.

Unfortunately (for him), he over reacts to my cruel caress, squirming around in a feeble attempt to avoid my touch. So perhaps my riding crop will better serve my purpose. I proceed with one of my favorite sharp, stinging riding crops, swatting at his nipples until he is screaming in agony and begging for mercy. This is exactly the response I was expecting from this weakling slave. But in spite of his paralyzing torment, he is willing to take more for me. And this pleases me.