A beast such as this sl*ve of Mine needs much chiseling at his hardened manner to refine and train. It is a busy day for Me as I slash away at him, no mercy. He gets the barbed leather flogger until I am satisfied with how torn up and broken down he is. Then I paint his back with the whip, strokes of red adorning him.

Once he is broken I place him where he belongs, beneath My heels. I trample him, further embellishing his back with the marks of My delicate shoes, until I am tired and ready for a seat. Of course a queen cannot just idly sit, she must be worshiped. I allow the monster to shower My feet and shoes with zestful gratitude for his training.

As a grand finale to our k*nky rendezvous, I pierce him, beautifying him as a servant and creature of My fantasy world. He is pierced multiple times on his torso, nipples, and leg. A gorgeous sl*ve for a wicked Mistress.

Scene One

P*in is pleasure for Me, My servants need to conform to this law. The only way to achieve inner piece is to subject your body to rigorous training. Today I begin My pet's training with the heavy flogger. This is no beginner toy. The leather is rough and rugged, and My arms are strong. I only break to cut away at the pinkened flesh with My claws. The servant's tremors excite Me, I like feeling the surge of p*in livening up his body and opening his mind to refinement. Next is the whip...

Scene Two

My smooth muscular legs demand a victim to trample. But I am a lush, a connoisseur of s*dism; a plain old meat sack laid out in defeat will simply not do. This freshly pierced and whipped-raw meat sack however, is exactly the kind of treat a spoiled brat like Me is after.

I spare none of his weak spots, digging My spiked pointy heels into his fresh whip cuts. Crushing him between the ground and My spectacular 7" stilettos. Each one of My dainty steps driving the needles in his chest deeper into his skin and eliciting deep groans of subservient rhapsody. How much will I make him s*ffer for the prized bare foot of his Princess?

Scene Three

I've just done My nails in a beautiful deep red color and I want to use them bad. The pressure against My l*ttle fingers when I dig the sharpened points into human flesh is so pleasurable to Me and I want to mark this b*tch up more. I tear into his back first, t*rmenting the already tender skin. Soon it is time to mark his chest, and everywhere else he has pale skin remaining. I tease his nipples, threatening to pierce them with My claws. This sl*ve is ready to do anything I say, anything at all.

Scene Four

My sl*ve's body is a canvas. I paint on it with implements of t*rment. Admiring My work, I realize I need something else. Perhaps a different brush stroke. This Mistress-piece will not be complete until I have trampled My sl*ve with the dainty l*ttle heels of My stilettos. My weight is magnified by the tiny surfaces I stand on. This is it sl*ves, this is the p*in of beauty you know so dreadfully l*ttle about. Now lay there and elevate your queen as a stump should.

Scene Five

Whipping, fl*gging and trampling this sl*ve has Me all worked up and sweaty. It is time for him to show his appreciation by worshiping his Queen's feet. He is thirsty for foot worship this one , eager, waiting with his mouth open. He must learn patience so I tease him nice and slow, waiving My feet in his face, before he is allowed to touch and kiss.

Scene Six

What can I say? Those who indulge My darkest desires hold the most coveted places in My heart. Needles, they scare so many, and excite Me so much. At a y*ung age I loved the feeling of the needle moving through My flesh. These days My appetite for s*dism is aroused by the body of My subjects making way for My cold hard tools. The needle point teasing them before penetration. Fine art is a limitless field of potential with no lack of diversity in brushes and techniques. A piercing is only one of the ways to claim a living being as your belonging, but one I relish greatly.

One Sadistic Evening