The slaves Master had moved on to a new phase of its training. He knew it was one thing to torture it Himself, one thing, as a hardcore sadist, that He got a great deal of pleasure from. But He wanted more, He always wanted more.
So now He was moving on to conditioning the slave to self-abuse. A whole new level of control, a whole new level of power exchange. A powerful display of His control…a powerful display of the depth of the slaves submission. A gift to it, an opportunity for it to show its unquestioning obedience.
He knew the slave was ready, knew it was in love with Him, would try to do anything for Him. But being a patient Man, He was starting slowly but still the slaps were incredibly satisfying, made Him incredibly horny.
“Don’t stop slapping slave, but now shout ‘Thank You Master’’ every time.
He couldn’t suppress the chuckle as the order was dutifully obeyed.
Other side boy and now smile and shout ‘Stupid bitch!’
He sat back, lit a Marlboro, directed the slave to move on to its balls, shout, ‘useless slut’, waited until the cigarette was smoked down before leaning forward and blowing smoke in its face, put the glowing butt in its hand, time to step things up a notch…gave the order, pointed to the intended burn spot above its left nipple…”3…2…1″. the slave’s hand moved automatically in conditioned obedience, not a scream but a long intake of breath, sucking air to absorb the pain. Eyes never leaving Masters, feeding on His power, His enjoyment of its submission. Stared in wonder at His smile as He put another cigarette in His mouth handed the lighter to the slave and told it to light it. Not fear but excitement, love for the Master for being so creatively sadistic, involving it in every step of its abuse, firing up the tool with which it would soon be making a second scar, so cruel but kind. Master knowing it better than it knew itself.
The slaves Master had moved on to a new phase of its training. He knew it was one thing to torture it Himself, one thing, as a hardcore sadist, that He got a great deal of pleasure from. But He wanted more, He always wanted more.
So now He was moving on to conditioning the slave to self-abuse. A whole new level of control, a whole new level of power exchange. A powerful display of His control…a powerful display of the depth of the slaves submission. A gift to it, an opportunity for it to show its unquestioning obedience.
He knew the slave was ready, knew it was in love with Him, would try to do anything for Him. But being a patient Man, He was starting slowly but still the slaps were incredibly satisfying, made Him incredibly horny.
“Don’t stop slapping slave, but now shout ‘Thank You Master’’ every time.
He couldn’t suppress the chuckle as the order was dutifully obeyed.
Other side boy and now smile and shout ‘Stupid bitch!’
He sat back, lit a Marlboro, directed the slave to move on to its balls, shout, ‘useless slut’, waited until the cigarette was smoked down before leaning forward and blowing smoke in its face, put the glowing butt in its hand, time to step things up a notch…gave the order, pointed to the intended burn spot above its left nipple…”3…2…1″. the slave’s hand moved automatically in conditioned obedience, not a scream but a long intake of breath, sucking air to absorb the pain. Eyes never leaving Masters, feeding on His power, His enjoyment of its submission. Stared in wonder at His smile as He put another cigarette in His mouth handed the lighter to the slave and told it to light it. Not fear but excitement, love for the Master for being so creatively sadistic, involving it in every step of its abuse, firing up the tool with which it would soon be making a second scar, so cruel but kind. Master knowing it better than it knew itself.
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