he kneels to receive his collar, a symbol of My acceptance of his service and great merit.

This is a full feature B*SM movie of a sl*ve's day at My Parlor of Sadistic Pleasures. Luring him in with lush latex worship, he endures heavy whippings with My bull whips, being shredded with My razor sharp nails and pierced with over 60 hypodermic needles is a lovely design. Honorably, he receives his reward, worshiping the immaculate feet of his Goddess. Of course, the needles stay in until I have had My fill of him, and not a moment sooner.

Scene One "Shine your Rubber Queen"

Before I play, I must be shined. It is this sl*ves responsibility to ensure My whole body is perfectly mirror finished or else his training will be even more trying and vicious. Understandably he is nervous, fumbling like a big dopey clutz. Seeing him keel over, too weak to manage his emotions while faced so closely to My firm rubber *ss fills Me with joy; So much joy I want to tease him to screw him up even more.

Scene Two "Whipped for his Sins and My Pleasure"

After shining Me up all over, the sl*ve must undergo an ego reduction process to prevent him from getting too cocky or excited. Up on the whipping post he goes, and stays there like a good piece of meat while I work out My whipping arm. Admittedly, his cries of turmoil excite Me, so I whip him harder, ripping into his skin with My implements. These welts will be fun for My nails to dig into later...

Scene Three "T*rmented by My Nails and Needles"

Foot worship is one of My favorite types of worship. Laying back in My shoe room comfortably, teasing and taunting the sl*ve with My shiny heels and wiggly l*ttle toes. Watching him squirm uncomfortably, filled with desire to serve is fantastic. The needles in his body are driving him mad, but he knows this is his fate. So he gets down on his knees like a proper servant and performs his duties of worship despite the steel in his chest and the whip marks on his raw back. It is his duty to serve his queen.

What is sharper, a hypodermic needle or My freshly sharpened manicure? Only this sl*ve now knows. His fit torso is such a lovely canvas for My s*dism. Beautiful red strokes from My claws interlace with an intricate needle work design. My small deft fingers work quickly, penetrating his skin again and again. What a lovely sight, and the vocalizations of his p*in is music to My ears.

Part Four "The Pincushion Who Worships My Feet"

Day at the Posh T*rment Chamber