I love instilling fear in My slaves without using hardly lifting a finger. I have him taped to My chair of torment, gagged and immobile. A ships lanyard is My weapon of choice and dutch scratchings is the terrifying torment I will make him endure. The first strike to connect almost makes him see stars, his screams subdued by his tape gag. I tease him with the rope, his fear building, his eyes wide as I destroy his testicles so easily. I light a cigarette and smother him with My smoke, his bonds hold him steady as he realises his fate.

I love instilling fear in My slaves without using hardly lifting a finger. I have him taped to My chair of torment, gagged and immobile. A ships lanyard is My weapon of choice and dutch scratchings is the terrifying torment I will make him endure. The first strike to connect almost makes him see stars, his screams subdued by his tape gag. I tease him with the rope, his fear building, his eyes wide as I destroy his testicles so easily. I light a cigarette and smother him with My smoke, his bonds hold him steady as he realises his fate.