Today, I welcome Mistress Ayn to the House of Sinn, and She arrives bearing a most thoughtful offering: Her property, shipped all the way from the USA, presented as a gift for Me to use however I desire. To Her, he is nothing more than an object, a mere possession She now entrusts to My authority.

As I inspect him, My eyes are drawn to his pierced nipples, standing so sensitive and inviting. The slightest touch of My gloved hand elicits delightful reactions, a silent symphony of discomfort and vulnerability. But such simple amusements are never enough for Me.

The promis...

Today, I welcome Mistress Ayn to the House of Sinn, and She arrives bearing a most thoughtful offering: Her property, shipped all the way from the USA, presented as a gift for Me to use however I desire. To Her, he is nothing more than an object, a mere possession She now entrusts to My authority.

As I inspect him, My eyes are drawn to his pierced nipples, standing so sensitive and inviting. The slightest touch of My gloved hand elicits delightful reactions, a silent symphony of discomfort and vulnerability. But such simple amusements are never enough for Me.

The promise of tease and denial tempts Me, but when We unveil him, the sight beneath his leather panties proves disappointing: pathetically tiny and undeserving of indulgence. At that moment, I decided there would be no pleasure for him, only suffering. Pain is what he will offer Me, and I will take it with relish.

Mistress Ayn departs, leaving him under My “care.” Now, I will savour every moment of his torment, ensuring his new reality at the House of Sinn is one of complete submission and exquisite agony.