THIS IS A CLIP FROM "ASIAN CRUELTY" A store where each Domina conceptualizes her very own script, directs her own scenes, chooses the most appropriate slaves and instruments of, and most importantly, decides when the punishment and humiliation are over...if ever! Even the introductory copy to describe each video is written in the Domina's own words.

I am Goddess Max, the newest Domina to be featured on the Asian Cruelty video store. Because my trusted equestrian slave failed to thoroughly clean my riding stables to my strict standards, I have decided a severe punishment is in order...

THIS IS A CLIP FROM "ASIAN CRUELTY" A store where each Domina conceptualizes her very own script, directs her own scenes, chooses the most appropriate slaves and instruments of, and most importantly, decides when the punishment and humiliation are over...if ever! Even the introductory copy to describe each video is written in the Domina's own words.

I am Goddess Max, the newest Domina to be featured on the Asian Cruelty video store. Because my trusted equestrian slave failed to thoroughly clean my riding stables to my strict standards, I have decided a severe punishment is in order. Being a playful Goddess of sorts, I incorporated a hilarious latex horse mask into the scene (the kind you might see in a Halloween store), placing it snugly over his head to set a theatrical tone while removing his sense of identity and self worth, thus reducing him to a mere beast of burden. To counter balance the fun of the mask, I put him in strict bondage, with hands tethered high overhead. I may have a sense of humor, but one must never underestimate my cruel and sadistic side, and his helpless predicament will serve to remind him of that point, rather nicely.

Once he is helpless and vulnerable, the real fun begins. A four foot leather bull whip will serve as his instrument of tonight. Stroke after painful stroke, my whip lacerates his shoulders, back, legs and buttocks. Up and down, back and forth, over and over again, until I have painted a masterpiece of horizontal welts and bruises across his flesh. What makes it all especially delicious, is that the rubber horse mask completely eliminates any sign of emotion from my slave's face. There are no tears...no sign of fear, panic or despair. No sign of remorse...or the hope that I will read his eyes and allow him a stay of . There is only the blank, emotionless stare of the ridiculous rubber horse head. But I of course know what lies beneath this foolish hood. A hood perfectly suited for this fool who would disobey me. When I finally do release him and remove the hood, his human face will be as stark, lifeless and emotionless as the hood itself. This I can assure you.

Invoking Your Sweet Surrender,
Goddess Max