Poodle is bound exactly the way I want him: vulnerable, exposed, and scared. his naked body is stretched in predicament bondage, one hand raised, the other down, legs spread wide, revealing everything I own. his tiny dicklet is locked in a metal chastity device, but I don’t need it to play with him. I have something sharper: My ketonine whip. I circle him like a predator, dressed in gleaming black latex and patent leather boots with shining metal details. he flinches already, and I haven’t even touched him. But then I strike. The soft, sensitive skin of his inner thighs burns under My whip. he gasps. I aim closer and closer to his pathetic locked cock. he squirms, but he cannot escape Me. I want him to feel how helpless he is, how I can hurt him anywhere I choose, just because it pleases Me. I whip for My own excitement, for My own arousal. I control every sound, every tremble, every line of pain I draw on his skin. he’s just here to suffer beautifully for My pleasure. Do you think you could take this kind of pain, just to please Me?
