Torment

Bound and helpless.
That is how I like to see a man. Unable to escape, ready to serve me. I light a candle and sit back, my heel resting in the back of his neck and I allow the candle wax to drip onto his back. His body tenses and the heat of the wax caresses his skin. Anticipation, waiting. When the next drop falls it catches him be surprise. He strains, trying it seems to hear the drop falling, hoping to prepare his body for its kiss.

Again and again. My pleasure toy. Taking my pain.

Massage OIL

Greetings Little Ones

Oh my have I been having fun today. A busy day in the 'kitchen' for me. Cooking up my famous HOT HOT HOT massage oil. When boys are naughty, or when I just feel like seeing a boy squirm, there is nothing like making them 'massage' while using my home made, wickedly hot oil. A wondeful blend of secret ingredients perfected over years of torturing boys.

The oil is sooooo silky and smooth when it is first applied, then of course boy starts to feel just a slight tingle, the tingle grows and grows until boy is soon writhing on the floor begging and moaning for me to make it stop. I don’t of course.

The more he strokes himself the more it burns. If he stops, I have ways of hurting him more. He knows he can’t stop and he knows he is forbidden to gain release. The moans are music to my ears.

Keep well, keep wicked little ones


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