Part Four of "One Sadistic Evening"

My slave's body is a canvas. I paint on it with implements of torment. Admiring My work, I realize I need something else. Perhaps a different brush stroke. This Mistress-piece will not be complete until I have trampled My slave with the dainty little heels of My stilettos. My weight is magnified by the tiny surfaces I stand on. This is it slaves, this is the pain of beauty you know so dreadfully little about. Now lay there and elevate your queen as a stump should.