Submission

Sensual Sadism

What does a session with me feel like?

You blink against the softened leather of the blindfold. The last sting of the cane makes you attempt, and fail, to writhe away. With your wrists bound, your heart races as you hear a giggle escape my lips. You know I’m close and ready to strike again. Where will the next sting bloom? Can you endure another?

You brace for impact, but instead, you feel the light graze of my nails on your skin, soothing away the pain. Warm, soft hands tenderly touch every inch of you. "You look so beautiful when you're scared." Relief floods your body as you relax into my embrace.

Suddenly, my nails dig into your tender flesh, right where my perfect aim had struck you repeatedly. You craved my touch, but at what cost?