I enjoy tying my slaves in particularly uncomfortable positions, especially if they are wearing uncomfortable garments to begin with, such as corsets or girdles. Old-fashioned whalebone corsets are the best, though they're hard to find. Tying a slave in an uncomfortable position results in a lot of tears and protests... and of course, those are pure music to my fiendish ears.
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.
Erin reassures her that he has left for work. Mila thanks Erin for removing her belts but asks her to check around her ankle. Erin kneels down, and in a flash Mila grabs her around the arms and mouth. Erin’s eyes go wide as Mila smiles, clearly pleased with herself.
When my slave disobeys I bind her in leather and ropes and give her a stern whipping. But nothing turns me on more than wrapping my slaves face and body in plastic wrap.
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.
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.
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.
Erin finds this slightly strange, but the excitement of her new role means it doesn’t concern her for long. She waves him off with a cheerful goodbye and gets on with her chores.