The slave is totally under My control: strapped securely to the bondage chair, locked in a steel chastity cage, his face covered in a full leather hood. he can’t move, he can’t see, even his erection is limited. He will breathe when I want to let him breathe. He will suffer when I want him to suffer. I get so aroused when a slave is at My mercy like this, when I can do with him as I want. Opening the narrow zippered slits for his eyes I enjoy seeing the fear n the pain in them. This slave is just a plaything for Me to use, to abuse, to torture. The rivers of precum dripping from the tip of his cock-cage show me how excited he is, yet I wonder how he will last when the electrical shocks pierce his sensitive nipples. Just watch him jerk as the voltage invades his body; he is so helpless and I am getting so excited. When I turn up the intensity to full the slave will take more pain, and there is absolutely nothing he can do to escape it. Nothing to do but suffer for Me.