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... Show more