My slave is so helplessly under my control that I've trained him to associate even the most painful and degrading torments as an act of affection. Even as I repeatedly burn him with the scorching hot tip of my cigarette, twisting it into his flesh until he screams, he knows better than to do anything but thank me for the attention.
I sear his chest and front, leaving burnt holes in his skin before moving on to torch his useless cock and balls; I take deep drags of my cigarette with the red-hot end against his dick to make it even hotter and more excruciatingly painful.
Love hurts...

My slave is so helplessly under my control that I've trained him to associate even the most painful and degrading torments as an act of affection. Even as I repeatedly burn him with the scorching hot tip of my cigarette, twisting it into his flesh until he screams, he knows better than to do anything but thank me for the attention.
I sear his chest and front, leaving burnt holes in his skin before moving on to torch his useless cock and balls; I take deep drags of my cigarette with the red-hot end against his dick to make it even hotter and more excruciatingly painful.
Love hurts, and the more I hurt this slave, the more he craves my attention and "affections".

xoxo, Cybill Troy