A male must be of actual use to Me in order to be My slave. If he fails to please Me, then what need do I have no need to keep him around? The ability to accept high levels of pain from My hand goes a long way towards proving a slave's worth. Unfortunately, this male specimen is a pussy in the pain department. As he is in the manhood department altogether, just look at his tiny and disgusting worm, that flaccid piece of meat he calls a cock. The only redeeming quality I can find is his ticklish sensitivity to My sharp stiletto nails. The slave bucks and squeals wildly when I softly scratch ...

A male must be of actual use to Me in order to be My slave. If he fails to please Me, then what need do I have no need to keep him around? The ability to accept high levels of pain from My hand goes a long way towards proving a slave's worth. Unfortunately, this male specimen is a pussy in the pain department. As he is in the manhood department altogether, just look at his tiny and disgusting worm, that flaccid piece of meat he calls a cock. The only redeeming quality I can find is his ticklish sensitivity to My sharp stiletto nails. The slave bucks and squeals wildly when I softly scratch his bruised inner thighs, and having him secured in bondage to the truss frame only heightens My enjoyment of his plight. I'm not sure if it's tickling or painful for him, but it seems the more I tickle him, the more pain he seems to accept from My heavy riding crop. I'm actually staring to be amused by him. So I guess I'll keep this slave around for a little bit longer.