With my slave helplessly bound before me, I seduce and break him to my will with nothing more than My body, voice and touch. I need no instruments of torment to put my slave in his rightful place.

How his body trembles as I stand close to him, running my leather gloved hands down his back and chest. How he shivers every time I whisper in his ear. How he moans as he feels my hot breath on his neck. How he squeals as I put my mouth on his ear, and bite down hard. He is racked with both fear and desire, and rightfully so.

I light up a cigarette, and envelope him in billowing ...

With my slave helplessly bound before me, I seduce and break him to my will with nothing more than My body, voice and touch. I need no instruments of torment to put my slave in his rightful place.

How his body trembles as I stand close to him, running my leather gloved hands down his back and chest. How he shivers every time I whisper in his ear. How he moans as he feels my hot breath on his neck. How he squeals as I put my mouth on his ear, and bite down hard. He is racked with both fear and desire, and rightfully so.

I light up a cigarette, and envelope him in billowing clouds of smoke. But the real danger is in the red hot embers and ash, as I draw the tip of my cigarette slowly across his chest, neck, arms and legs. From my mouth to his flesh, my cigarette scorches and sears his skin, and with each whimper, each tear, he falls more deeply into slavery. Like a moth drawn to the eternal flame, this slave is mine into eternity.