Tonight I feel hot. My blazing red corset with ominous black trim, long black gloves and boots, reveal that I'm flaming with furious heat. Those gloves can be weapons. I'm going to slap the life out of my masked and kneeling slave. I whack his cheek with full power from the start, then snap his head the other way with a left. Right and left, I hit as hard as I can, then get rhythmically creative with my attack.

I beat out an almost musical array of wicked slapping sounds that rival the drum beats of a rock percussionist. I increase to a mad speed, then vary the battering wit... Show more