“I like to play a little bit first,” I announce before my slave's torment begins. It's not every man's idea of play. He's bound standing, his whole body available to me. I pinch his nipples red, scratch to his belly button with all ten mini-dagger fingernails, then rip his sides. When he gasps in pain, I spit in his face. As hard as I can, slap his sore teats. He staggers in his bonds, barely able to stand.

“You like that?” I ask. “Yes. Yes,” he manages to say, admitting his masochism and submission to a dominant woman. I return to clawing his flesh, harder and deeper. I t... Show more