You know you want this. You want to be my slave. Don't you want to be him, chained to the cross, your flesh itching for the taste of my whip? I'll make your flesh weak and malleable as I tenderize your body.

You know you'll be stroking yourself for days and days dreaming, remembering how much you loved to be under the grip of my power. I'll start slow, and warm you up to the beating to come. Then, ever so violently, I'll give you a taste of my brutality. Just enough to know who you belong to.

I'm going to enjoy watching you quiver as you wait, in fear and want, for the next ... Show more