There's just something about putting a roach in its proper place, beating it down and making it want to cower in the darkness. It's always so easy to break my slaves. Like roaches they scurry to my beauty and then bow beneath me or run in fear of my Sadistic needs.

I have my withering slave helpless bound to my steel web of cruelty. I beat and batter his face! I grab his hair and pull his ugly face into the path of flying hands. I listen to the sound, the beautiful sound as my hands lands upon his flesh and I make him speak my name so that I may audibly enjoy his misery! Yet I stil...

There's just something about putting a roach in its proper place, beating it down and making it want to cower in the darkness. It's always so easy to break my slaves. Like roaches they scurry to my beauty and then bow beneath me or run in fear of my Sadistic needs.

I have my withering slave helpless bound to my steel web of cruelty. I beat and batter his face! I grab his hair and pull his ugly face into the path of flying hands. I listen to the sound, the beautiful sound as my hands lands upon his flesh and I make him speak my name so that I may audibly enjoy his misery! Yet I still hunger for his pain. I need more from him. I move him to the floor and destroy his flesh with a painful and merciless quirt! My slave is almost too exhausted to react! Yet I can smell the sweet aroma of his fear in the air. It excites me and I can only hurt him more. My throws become harder and harder until he lay begging and pleading. His tears wetting my floor and satisfying my appetite!