I'm beginning to wonder, dear pet, just what you would have done had I surrendered to you.
I doubt you'd simply have allowed me to leave, and I can't imagine your former
superiors being particularly pleased with the idea of me simply promising to
change my ways after you dragged me to them. Or did you have plans for me? Suppressing my powers, somehow
enforcing me to live a life of chaste modesty? I'd rather die. Execution? I doubt you could have
done anything particularly bothersome to me. Creativities that you seem to lack? Or did you
have something more interesting? Perhaps a forced repentance with cones, shackles and oil? My, my.
Perhaps I missed out. I do enjoy sampling what I inflict. Occasionally. You've become far more
inventive recently. Have you admitted it to yourself? You like hurting people. See it. Admit it. You never were a hero. You're no longer some hypocritical
angel's puppet. Look me in the eye and see it. We'll do it together if we must. I like hurting people. You truly are mine. Honesty with yourself and me is the only
that you truly need. Now, let's test out this new admission. I want you to treat me as you would have when
forcing my repentance. No, I want you to do it. As much as I adore you, I adore pushing you to new heights of cruelty. Almost as much. What better thing to do than to make you torture the one you love?
Such a good boy. Good. How will it begin? A confession whilst shackled and blindfolded. Delicious. I'm not going to do it myself. If you can't find it, just strip off my dress and I'm sure you can
hold my wrists together. Much better. Please, sir, all those above, give me redemption, turning from your fact. I have slain innocents, trafficked with dark powers, corrupted the righteous,
disrespected the teachings of your faith, taken joy in the suffering of others, inflicted harm without noble cause, and used forbidden magic on my own ends. I have been a very, very bad girl.
However may I redeem myself, sir, my body is yours. Play along. I'm kneeling right in front of you. What should I do?
Well done, Tattoo. Thank you, sir. Please, do whatever you wish with me.
Save my soul.
Shackles. Skirts. Over there. Get them. We've done this before. That hook, hanging from the sitting, can hold the chain. If you touch them, my arms will be pulled up to the sitting and you'll have free access.
Good at two things. Sex and violence. You should be better at this. Much better. Don't worry about the dress, it's replaceable. Besides, I enjoy destroying things of beauty and purity.
This is what you deserve. And who am I to refuse? If it would please you, be gentle.
I think you can go harder than that. You don't need to worry about hurting me. If I thought you were going to, your heart would have been ripped from your chest by now. Remember, you're gone to me.
Before you send me the judgement, sir, I want to feel your hand upon me. Please, make your strikes more personal.
Please, make your strikes more personal.
Please, make your strikes more personal.
Good job. You've done very well. Take me, roughly, so we can be done with this. I'm tired of this charade.
Do it. Do it. Use me as I use you.
Do it. Do it. Use me as I use you.
Are you kidding me? Go harder. Now you're talking.
That's right. That's it. That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
I want that for a nice guy.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
Keep going. Keep going. Don't stop.
No, that's not enough. That's not enough. More.
You're supposed to be saving my soul. You can do that by, you know,
smacking. Fawzy repentance.
That's it. Keep going. That's it. That's it.
About me? Don't you know me? I am my sister.
Oh
Oh
One more time.
Oh
You're good.
I'm so glad I kept you.
It was good. I just don't know what I liked more. The spanking or the whipping.
I think we'll have to do it again. It's really bad.
You liked it too?
That's good. Variety is the spice of life.
We should definitely do it again sometime.
Sex and violence. I knew you'd be good at this.
No. Not just hold me. Dear. Dear.
You