I love to make men hurt. It makes me smile when I ask them not to breath hard and to take it all in. They have no choice when They're in my grasp, I determine their fate, and they always leave bleeding. There's just something so beautiful about seen a man bleed for me. Looking at the cane stroked body, where I left my mark on him. When he leaves my presence and crawls back to his slave duties, he will ache, and it will because I marked his body and his soul.