Pain. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pain. It’s all the same to me. You see I found out at an early age that men loved it when I used them. Men are weak and they know. So what is a gal who likes whips and chains, PVC and leather to do about something like that? Ha – go with the flow, that’s what. I love it when they crawl to me calling me mistress. I can never let them know how much it turns me on how much I want them to plunge their hard cocks inside me but I must not cross that line. I save that fun for other people in my life – those who know me outside of the leather. They are the ones proven worthy to cross the promised land.
The BDSM lifestyle is one that has many attractive qualities to those willing to lose their inhibitions. Sex torture is an aphrodisiac. Nothing gets my juices flowing (literally) more than a man being bound by rope, gagged with a towel and his head covered with a leather mask. A spanking session could ensue at that point where I beat them until they whimper the safe word or I may just allow them to sit there while I a shove a dildo inside my wet pussy not allowing them to touch or do anything to me.
Bdsm torture is all about control. There is a level of trust that must be adhered to and a level of defiance that must be given so that play is bountiful on both sides. I chose this lifestyle because I see a need for men to bow to me and worship at my feet. The clothes don’t hurt either because I enjoy how they tighten around my large, heaving breasts and how the stockings never quite reach my throbbing pussy but yet I will tease my subjects until they can no longer take it, but they will have to because I will not allow them to do anything about it.
The limits are tested. When I take the paddle to your ass and make you squeal there will be a moment where you will want me to stop but you won’t say so. I will take you out to the farm to murder and torture your soul into oblivion until it is mine to do with as I please. YOU are not capable of thought without me – I am your mistress and you are my slave.
I had a man in my clutches not too long ago. A defiant bastard. He wanted the abuse and craved my stiletto heels pressed on his balls – it is what he wanted but he did not get it. I bound him to a chair and gagged him. I taped his eyes open so he could do nothing but to watch as I lead in a slave of mine. He was completely naked except for the hood over his head. He obediently laid upon the floor where I proceeded to grind my crotch into his face but he could do nothing. My heels stepped on his balls and he winced. The man in the chair whimpered and was understanding real torture to not being the one on the floor I was making submit
Would YOU dare to disobey me? I dare you.
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