I come in the dungeon, wearing a pair of tight leather pants with a white shirt and a black leather vest, on high heels, as always. The slave is already tied to the St. Andrew's cross, facing the wall, with no possibility to move or even turn his head to look at Me.
It's the first time he is being used by Me, his skin is so white and unmarked... I decide to use My long sharp red nails, the same color as My lips, to write on his skin. Not letters and words, but My pleasure of making him suffer under My nails that almost pierce his skin, leaving deep red marks that he will have to wear ... Show more