I take My security seriously, value My property highly and expect everyone to respect My space at all times. I have caught a naked miscreant, c*mpletely red-handed, rooting around in My basement. I interrogate the intruder and, as I begin My questioning, I open My coat to reveal thigh-high boots, similarly gorgeous dark hold-ups and bl*ck lingerie. The combination of pressures bear down upon the reprobate who becomes not only tongue-tied but also, I feel, suitably obedient.

I have the captive kneel and I add to the marks on his back. Once again the intruder will not admit why he is already marked or why he is here. I lash the trespasser painfully and continue to demand information from him. I will have this boy divulge his secrets to Me. I will whip the truth from him and then p*ss My judgement over his future.

As the intruder kneels on all fours I add numerous red lines across his back. Each stroke causes the boy to cry out as he attempts to absorb the p*in without breaking. I suggest several admissions that this interloper could make but he even refuses to admit that he was looking for My panties! As the m*le will not give up the facts I introduce an electric prod. This will undoubtedly wake his ideas up!

I have the boy stand up and immediately apply the prod to his c*ck. The intruder’s body j*rks about, and he shouts from the p*in that he feels. I zap his c*ck several times and then aim with particular accuracy into his nuts and I watch him double over in agony. I continue to cause sparks to fly, with multiple shocks to the intruder’s groin and his c*ck in particular, softening him up, quite literally. Then I broaden My range, shocking his back, nipples, nuts, thighs and c*ck. The boy looks more serious, troubled even, I feel that I am wearing this one down in some style.

I question the intruder’s tattoo and launch a prolonged barrage of electrics onto his quivering body, lighting up his c*ck for fun. “I could do this all day, and I will” I state, challenging the intruder to keep going, to try My famous persistence and determination to have My way. Another two zaps, one at the base of the c*ck and one in the b*lls leave Me laughing at the intruder as he appears to genuflect before Me.

Now I hose the trespasser down with cold, icy cold, water. It is clear that his c*ck goes into hiding, desperately small now from the effects of the glacial, freezing flow. I shower the intruder from head to foot, sending the water jetting over his head and into his nuts. Since the boy is cold I turn up the heat. I have him kneel once more and light a red candle above his back. I use it to paint down the intruder’s whipped, raw, back. Dozens of painful red spots of candle wax drip down and decorate the intruder’s back and still he refuses to answer My questions.

I slap the intruder’s face and then I dowse him in cold water once more. Finally, the m*le breaks, he needed to find out whether I am indeed “cruel to men!” So, I know the truth and My next new sl*ve does too. This one is already c*mpletely at My mercy and will remain that way. I intend to keep this one here forever, a new sl*ve for Me to t*rment!

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