Like so many times in the life of a slave, the source of his pleasure also carries an element of pain. My slave has conflicting feelings regarding my long sharp fingernails. On the one hand they arouse him, and he desperately craves my touch. On the other, he is panic stricken that my long, sharp, sexy nails will in an instant turn into an instrument of torment.

First I want to see how easily my nails will mark his skin, so I scratch a long thin line down his chest. The marks on this slave's pale, white skin are deep and red and I do so enjoy seeing this. I cover his whole body wit... Show more