There aren't many things that arouse Me more than the tears in My slave's eyes, when I'm tormenting him for My pleasure. And slapping a slave's face is an almost certain way to bring them where I want to. Having his face slapped is not only painful and disorienting, but also humiliating. I slap his face with My hands covered in red leather gloves until I see his eyes wet, almost ready to cry, and then I take My gloves off and slap him more.He is just a toy to Me, a tool to bring Me pleasure, and when his task is done, he must kiss the hand that caused him pain and My foot, to show his obed...
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There aren't many things that arouse Me more than the tears in My slave's eyes, when I'm tormenting him for My pleasure. And slapping a slave's face is an almost certain way to bring them where I want to. Having his face slapped is not only painful and disorienting, but also humiliating. I slap his face with My hands covered in red leather gloves until I see his eyes wet, almost ready to cry, and then I take My gloves off and slap him more.He is just a toy to Me, a tool to bring Me pleasure, and when his task is done, he must kiss the hand that caused him pain and My foot, to show his obed...