I pulled out my favorite sleeveless leather catsuit and carefully laid it on the bed, like a priceless heirloom. Andrew’s cross had been coarsly sanded, the leather shackles inspected and oiled to retain their suppleness. “I’ve been tinkering with my cross, though I doubt you noticed. “You don’t feel pride unless I tell you to. With a final kiss to my reflection, I headed downstairs to greet my painslut. I uncapped the first, giggling as I angled his cock upwards, towards the top of the hole it was coming through. The pale creaminess of his cock, the red droplets of blood dripping to the floor…it made me feel whole. I took a second to stroke it gently through my leather-clad hands. I’d felt the warm slickness as I’d worked, but ignored it like the distraction it was. And I was too busy to be ruminating this long! With resolve in my heart and mind, I quickened my pace, ready to prepare my dungeon once more. My mind’s eye swirled with scenes of flayed flesh, blood curdling screams, and pitious begging.
