' I want you to suffer for me in a way that you have never suffered for me before.'

My slave kneels naked in the woodland, I light a cigarette purely for the sadistic pleasure of marking his flesh. With his head pressed firmly into the dirt I inhale to begin the cruel torment...

The contrast of CFNM is never more apparent than outdoors, I adore the vulnerability that being naked imposes on my slaves as I stand over them fully dressed in black leather trousers and flat boots.

I press the hot cigarette into my slaves back as he squirms into the woodland floor. As my... Show more