My slave will take what I give him. He will sob softly. His tears withheld in quiet whimpers. His body will buckle to the sting of my leather braided cat o' nine tails, and his arms will hang as I whip, and whip, and relentlessly break his back to the sting of my will.

He swallows his sounds, but I still hear them. It makes me happy to hear him gag on his pain. Perhaps I should give him the pleasure of my touch. My bright red nails glow like the bite he must feel every time I lay my plaited leather wrath upon him. You are mine slave. In every way, even the sounds you make are under my... Show more