Domne’s New Plaything
She could not help but smile. The bound, helpless slave man’s eyes were wide with fear. Justified fear.
His fear felt so good. She hesitated. She would enjoy what was to come. It was a different pleasure. She never rushes. Each distinct facet of her cruel nature would be satisfied.
As she toyed with him, the newly acquired slave man would not know that each succeeding session with his new Mistress Owner would be just as agonizing as the first. She carefully paces her enjoyment. Successive dungeon sessions would extract the most possible suffering from her new plaything.
On this first night, the bound slave rides a metal punishment horse. The horse’s sharp edges designed to cut into a slave flesh. Today chains and ankle cuffs help the helpless man stay balanced. She would loosen them tomorrow.
The next day he would sit on the dildo. Struggling to maintain balance, the sex toy would wriggle uncomfortably inside his anus.
Keeping men in uncomfortable bondage is always one of her pleasures. That is why she loves the sight of a man in armbinders. Armbinders augment the urgency his feelings of helplessness.
Fingernail torment would be this man’s introduction to suffering for a Mistress Owner’s pleasure.
Long and sharp, her nails would gently scratch his body. Then scrape more deeply into his skin. Finally, she would dig in, leaving deep red scars.
She would conclude this initial session by using her fingernails to cut into his genitals. This would give the slave a glimpse into his future as a Domme’s pain toy.