Your’s truly.

Your’s truly.

Head To Toe&Amp;Hellip;In The Skins Of The Slaughtered. If It Doesn&Amp;Rsquo;T Bleed&Amp;Hellip; If It Doesn&Amp;Rsquo;T Cry When It&Amp;Rsquo;S Killed&Amp;Hellip; I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear It! Cruelty And Decadence. Such An Intoxicating Potion!

Evil On My Mind. Ohhhhhh&Amp;Hellip;The Things I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Do To You!

Sigh&Amp;Hellip;Winter&Amp;Rsquo;S Almost Gone. I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Miss Coming Down Here To Watch The Homeless Freeze To Death. I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Just Have To Find Something Else To Give Me A Laugh. And Start That Lovely Little Tingle Down There. Not To Fret. I&Amp;Rsquo;M Sure

No Trudging Through Muddy Fields In Baggy Camo And Ugly Boots For This Huntress. I Prefer A Luxurious Tent, Marble Floors, The Champagne On Ice, Something Shiny, Short And Tight To Slither Into&Amp;Hellip;And Of Course My Favorite Heels. Such Great Sport!

So Seductive. That Familiar, Warm Rush Of Power And Decadence That Washes Over Me When I Slide Into A Thousand Dollar Pair Of Fine Italian Boots The Quality, The Luxury, The Scent Of The Sacrifice. The Embracing Hug Around My Foot. How It Travels Up

&Amp;Ldquo;She&Amp;Rsquo;S So Good With Her Stiletto&Amp;Hellip;You Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Mind The Pain.&Amp;Rdquo;

If You Starve Them For Days On End&Amp;Hellip;You&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Be Amazed How Enthusiastically A Slave Will Eat Away At Your Divine Ass. How Deep They&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Go. How Enthusiastically Their Tongue Will Dance Inside You. And With The Proper Aversion Training,

I Sooooo Love The Look On Little Brother&Amp;Rsquo;S Face. When&Amp;Hellip;Home From School, He Enters His Room Only To Find Me Sitting On The Edge Of His Bed. In Leather&Amp;Hellip;And Spiked Heels. The Shaking. The Crying. He Used To Try To Run. Pointless. I

Everyone Else Has Left The Building. The New Boss Summons You To Her Office. She Tells You To Kneel&Amp;Hellip;And Explain In Sixty Seconds Why You Shouldn&Amp;Rsquo;T Be Fired. Do You Launch Into A Stammering, Desperate And Incoherent List Of Reasons. Feeble

I Love That Panicked Snorting Sound They Make Right Before Their Noses Break. And The Little Clicks And Clacks Of Teeth Losing The Fight Against A Metal Heel. And The Give And Collapse Of Their Sternum And Ribs Under My Weight. Was That A Twig Snapping

My Whips, Even The Most Fierce, Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Always Achieve The Level Of Suffering I Desire. At Times Like That&Amp;Hellip;I Simply Improvise. Think Outside The Box Ladies.

No Rug As Nice As One That Cries. And Bleeds. Keep One In Every Room Of Your House. There Is A Use For These Things You See!

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