The slave is at My mercy, lying naked in front of Me, his eyes covered by a black hood. He knows I have long sharp nails that can tear his skin to shreds, but does he know how long? he can feel them on his skin, sometimes the pleasant touch of the smooth side, sometimes the cutting scratch of the sharp tips. Judging by the goose bumps on his skin and the flaccidity of his cock, I guess he realized he might have been too brave with this, but he has no choice, the decision of what these nails are going to do to him does not belong to him. Maybe they will travel up and down his body, leaving ... Show more