She reallys it... which means it's a good thing to do. If my slave has been extra naughty I will even break out the cane. I love caning a slave. I prefer canes to whips, partly because they leave such lovely red marks but also because of the sound they make as they whistle through the air.
The air chair gets another work out. This time by the mysterious rubber sheathed Zo. Patrick was there just in case I needed back-up. I think that was more an excuse for him to be around and watch Zo get her brains fucked out.
I also like to take a common nail (not a fingernail -- a nail like you'd use a hammer with) and scratch it lightly across the surface of a slave's breast her areolae. Not enough to draw -- just enough to hurt. And then let's not forget biting.
Anything to enhance the sensations. And anything to make it weirder for her. I want her to remember that she is the slave... and I want her to remember who her Master is. I rule! She is, in comparison, a worthless piece of, and I want her to remember that.
I love pussy-whippings. I don't indulge in them very often, but when I do, it gets my juices boiling in my balls. I look at that juicy crimson slit and aim my whip in the direction I am looking.
Gimped, we all know what that means. It is when a person is turned into something less than. Gimps are hooded, bound, caged or boxed. It is also an overt manifestation of utter and total servitude. A gimp is ignored, usually isolate, until someone superior wants to use the gimp. Then they are led, still uNable to see, to wherever the use will happen. When the superior is finished with the gimp, they are put back, or simply left bound. They are a gimp, after all, and their “needs” or feelings or, really, anything about them is simply immaterial. It is not so much they are there to serve, as they exist only when someone has a use for them. Aside from that, they are essentially invisible. They are nothing when not being used. That is the state Cupcake SinClair finds herself in. She is a gimp in Hell! and today her use is actually punishment. Brutalmaster beats her with a cane, among other things. We can’t even remember the reason, it just is. Just as a Cupcake SinClair just is while being beaten, tortured, and humiliated until she becomes nothing again.
Her bondage doesn't start out too difficult. Just a frogtie with her elbows and wrists secured. When the neck rope is added, though, Paisleigh has to pull herself high on her knees to keep the pressure off. She tries to struggle, but knows it won't help. There isn't much that can phase Paisleigh. Tight bondage, gags, predicaments; she can take them all on. Vibrators, however, leave her weak in the knees. She's in a situation that leaves her with a simple choice: Succumb to endless orgasms, or keep her neck rope loose. If only she could reach the power switch.