You Crave Pain

Description: The sting of my palm. the thud of a paddle. the bite of a bamboo cane.pain is the perfect means to an end in your pursuit of pleasure. you crave being bound up and having that untouched skin reddened and flushed red. and when it's all done, you wish to crumple to the ground, marred body shaking and whimpering while i look down on you and grin.don't worry, toy... this doesn't mean you're broken. at least not until i've had my time playing with you.