These days I am in a dark mood and it is obvious from the way I dress. Long black dress, hair in ponytale and pale make up. But my sadistic urge is always there and I want to feed it. I call my houseslave and I order him to worship my beautiful hands, I love my new manicure, a perfect gray. I play with his face under my hands and I close his mouth with my palm. I squeeze his face and I scratch it slowly, leaving some red trails on his skin. I totally mesmerize him under my hands, he is surrender to me and I do what I want with him, he is my marrionette under my hands. I slap his face and I ...

These days I am in a dark mood and it is obvious from the way I dress. Long black dress, hair in ponytale and pale make up. But my sadistic urge is always there and I want to feed it. I call my houseslave and I order him to worship my beautiful hands, I love my new manicure, a perfect gray. I play with his face under my hands and I close his mouth with my palm. I squeeze his face and I scratch it slowly, leaving some red trails on his skin. I totally mesmerize him under my hands, he is surrender to me and I do what I want with him, he is my marrionette under my hands. I slap his face and I it, sometimes I am hard and sometimes more sensual. I massage his face with my hands and I start to smother him, covering totally his face under my hands and pressing. I let him breath but I repeat the smothering, keeping my hands over his face and pressing. He passesout without so quietly...