Guys come to see me bragging about how much they can take. Then they wimp out when we start playing. Fuck that for a game of soldiers! Don’t talk the talk unless you can walk the walk! This one is going to get his fantasy whether he wants it or not! So I him up overnight, strapped a camera to his head and let the world see as I broke and branded him. Let him take up the story: “When I woke up I could hardly open my eyes. Strapped to the table and full of fear. And then there she was, prodding me back to consciousness with a simple threatening message. “TODAY IS BRANDING DAY!” I was terrifi...

Guys come to see me bragging about how much they can take. Then they wimp out when we start playing. Fuck that for a game of soldiers! Don’t talk the talk unless you can walk the walk! This one is going to get his fantasy whether he wants it or not! So I him up overnight, strapped a camera to his head and let the world see as I broke and branded him. Let him take up the story: “When I woke up I could hardly open my eyes. Strapped to the table and full of fear. And then there she was, prodding me back to consciousness with a simple threatening message. “TODAY IS BRANDING DAY!” I was terrified. There were more tubes, masks, medication that made my brain spin and my body helpless. That’s when she started burning me with cigarettes. Laughing at my pain. Mocking me. Then her pliers on my nipples and hoorendous huge battery clamps. Surely they’d cut my tits off! But they dug in deep and she hauled me to my feet and where the nipples went the body had to follow. She got me on the floor, boots kicking the clamps and trampling me, using those awful pliers on my flaccid cock. Telling me all the time: “Scream louder! SCREAM LOUDER!!” Helpless. Screaming. And knowing it would only get worse. (Note: This is a Fantasy Movie and not actual session footage).