GoddessLina1

One ring of my bell and the pathetic little creature came crawling.
He knew what was waiting. He always does. But still—he knelt,

Sunday morning. Peaceful for most. Not for bitchboy.

I started the day by chaining him into a **** stress position—arms strained, knees

There's nothing quite like the sound of the whip cracking against your skin, followed by your muffled whimpers. Each strike sends a jolt of

Look at you, sprawled on the floor where you belong, completely at my mercy. Every stomp, every kick, is a reminder of just how powerless