Sex slaves are in constant training for the Master in both domestic and sexual service. One could say that the training never really ends by the elevated expectations over time as all good slaves submit to. Here is another few scenes recorded on video, a captured moment of I as Master training my slave, enjoying her painful predicaments up close and personal. Though young and fragile physically, she has a strong constitution in mind and spirit. The sadist in me toys with this young fragility she emits in abundance. The efforts are in the choosing from numerous torments she has never experienced, could prove fatal at any moment.. The balance shifts fast, but you cannot judge her absolute limits by the painful noises of pitiful anguish that escapes her lips. Yes, the torment continues under her sobbing and begging pleas to be released , noises that would cause others to rush to her safety, the genetic code that compel most to help another from pain and suffering, that I do posses, but love the choice to rather listen to the music of anguish, poke the tender bits as it were.. I pump my foot to that cadence.. Is this wrong!... Nahh... Not if I have their consent and remind them of the
