Like an insect trapped in a spiders web, my slave is all strung up for me with no chance of escape. I'll run my razor sharp finger nails up and down the length of his body, at first light and sensual. But as I progress, my nails dig deeper and deeper into his soft, tender flesh. In a matter of seconds, he will be covered in red stripes from head to toe, my branding if you will.

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 in...

Like an insect trapped in a spiders web, my slave is all strung up for me with no chance of escape. I'll run my razor sharp finger nails up and down the length of his body, at first light and sensual. But as I progress, my nails dig deeper and deeper into his soft, tender flesh. In a matter of seconds, he will be covered in red stripes from head to toe, my branding if you will.

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.