Woman’s Sadistic Libido
His sweat smells of fear. She thrills to the pheromonal effect. She kisses his tears. They are delicious.
Mistress Owner does not care what her slave does with his penis. She preserves her chastity. She feels the only kind of heterosexual lust known to women of this world. She is almost overwhelmed with the need to make him suffer.
She is in love with him. Her love is not kind. Her ardor will be the source of his anguish. He sees the blue moons in her eyes and shudders.
She woke him early this morning. Her nights had been restless, sleep difficult. No longer can she suppress her desire. Another dawn will break before, satiated, she can sleep.
Lust does not make her hasty. Hurry destroys her playthings. She wants her toys to last. His damnation is transitory. She preserves him for future days of agony.
Mistress Owner begins with sandpaper. Its rough caresses sensitize his body. She ends by masturbating him with the sandpaper. He whimpers. There is no orgasm.
She pinches and bites him for hours. Then cuts his skin with her fingernails. She saves his genitals for last. She is careful with his scrotal sac. She does not want him to pass out.
Corporal punishment – whips, tawses, canes, quirts – is a continual source of orgasmic surges.
Between beatings she brings out toys. Old favorites and novel devices. Only centuries of female sadism made possible the creation of so many specialized and strange means of inflicting pain.
When he faints, she takes a break. Allowing him rest, ensures he will stay awake for hours.
His ravaged skin glistens with bloody sweat. Despair has driven his brain into hiding.
His whimpers lessen. His overstrained vocal cords are barely audible. The electroshock prod no longer causes’ spasms. He is beyond pain.
Mistress Owner kisses him lovingly, passionately. Herself exhausted, she falls asleep.