Picking up exactly where I left off, I continue to strip the flesh from my helpless slaves bones with my long, razor sharp finger nails. Digging my stiletto-esque talons deep into his tender flesh, I leave him covered in trails of long, red stripes the entire length of his body.

The helplessness in his eyes and his guttural moans only make me want to tease and tear at him more. I've got him wrapped around my finger tip, as he rises and falls with each of my intentions. Mostly bad intentions, I assure you. I will prolong this deliciously painful cat and mouse game for as long as I d...

Picking up exactly where I left off, I continue to strip the flesh from my helpless slaves bones with my long, razor sharp finger nails. Digging my stiletto-esque talons deep into his tender flesh, I leave him covered in trails of long, red stripes the entire length of his body.

The helplessness in his eyes and his guttural moans only make me want to tease and tear at him more. I've got him wrapped around my finger tip, as he rises and falls with each of my intentions. Mostly bad intentions, I assure you. I will prolong this deliciously painful cat and mouse game for as long as I desire. And he certainly has no say in the matter. As long as he has flesh on his bones, my stiletto nails will strip it from him, one layer at a time.

Relentlessly, I claw at his chest, his neck, his arms, his legs, as he sinks deeper and deeper into a state of complete and utter submission. With each rake of my nails, I see him losing himself to my feminine power. With each slash, his body grows weak. Ready to fall at my leather boot heel. From there, he can never look back.