The evil in me wants to hurt her. I want to use Master’s cane, letting the wood strike her flesh leaving the cruelest of red welts against her pale skin. I want to lean down, letting her feel the slightest heat from my breath as I whisper to her all the horrible, dirty things I plan on doing over the next three hours.
When her face grows moist from tears I want to run my tongue along her cheeks relishing in the salty flavour of arousal. She is a beautiful gift given to me from Master and I plan on showing him my appreciation, marking her body until it is blanketed in welts and bruises. infusing my lust, transforming me from a pretty obedient slave to a hungry, salivating cunt.