Oh, I love this tie! I could stand over him with my crop, hitting him there, hitting him there, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it!
Or I could put some clamps on his nipples. When they really started to hurt I would invite him to take them off himself. Then I would laugh at his pathetic attempts.
Soon enough he’d fail and realize that he couldn’t take them off. I would play with myself to the sound of his begging. When the pain got so much he was crying I would say:
"I haven’t cum yet. I’ll take them off after I cum, but it might take a while. Or I can take them off now, but it means I won’t cum. What do you choose, slave?"
Would you suffer for me so that I could cum…?
Christmas Series, Number 1:
No f’ing Lexus needs a big red bow (its an overpriced, Toyota, people… get a grip). THIS is what deserves to be pulled up in a snowy driveway on Christmas Morning with a big red bow on its gearshift! Now… who wants to be my new BFF and get me one, hm?
And, to all my followers (now over 5,000) best wishes for 2014.