They are her badge of position, the proof that she is MINE, that she has accepted her proper place in life: as a slave, as MY slave, as a subservient, a submissive, the recipient of whatever type of punishment I choose to mete out to her. She knows her place and not just accepts it but loves it.
Anything to torment her boobs. I love to torment my slaves' boobs in any manner possible. I have a few old porcupine quills that I found one day while walking in the woods, and I have saved them in my dungeon for pricking slaves' breasts with. What fun!
Whether I discipline them by hand or by machine, tormenting their tits is my favorite thing to do. I even love to just grasp one nipple in each hand and twist and tweak those nips as if I were unscrewing a jar.... only I squeeze real hard at the same time. I love to listen... they invariably squeal or scream in pain.
I keep her legs tied apart so she can't get off by squeezing her thighs together, and I keep her hands tied so she can't get herself off that way either. So much fun!
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 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.
This week it is a double feature. Kay gets her brains fucked out in an inverted Hogtie;- and Hazel starts the first part of her Pony Girl Training. Part One of Hazel this week, Part Two next week. Part Two ends with Hazel being punished and tormented for being slow on her Pony Training
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.