The Pleasure From Pain

Bind my ankles so I cannot get away. Bind my wrists so I cannot resist you. Wrap your rope tighter around my skin so it grips my flesh. Now I know that struggle is useless, that I must submit to your mouth or tongue or teeth or whatever is in your hands. The weight of your words cut into my psych. I exist only as your object....exposed & vulnerable.
Her Slave Training Begins
“You’re up… let’s go”

Her Slave Training Begins

“You’re up… let’s go”

Her Slave Training Begins
“She looks nervous…”

Her Slave Training Begins

“She looks nervous…”

Her Slave Training Begins

“Alright, Lil’ Whore… let’s go”

“DID I TELL YOU COULD GET THE FUCK UP?!”

Her Slave Training Begins
“Sooo… we gonna take care of her the way we always do?”

Her Slave Training Begins

“Sooo… we gonna take care of her the way we always do?”


Underground Slave Trader
“DOWN!”

Underground Slave Trader

“DOWN!”

Underground Slave Trader

“You’re not answering fast enough

…down on the ground!”

Underground Slave Trader

“You’re smiling?… This is fun for you?

… I WILL FUCK YOU UP!”