Thoughts of an orphan

What makes me more aroused, the taste of her moist pussy on my questing tongue or the pain she inflicts on my helpless body?

Her black nails cascading down my shaft or the bite of the cane on my butt cheeks?

The manacles around my wrists or the feel of her hand around my throat?

The knowledge that she could strangle me and I would love it, or the knowledge that she would never be found out?

I am Her slave. She is my Goddess.

My pain is her pleasure. She loves causing me pain, thrives on it, gets wet with it. Seethes in pleasure with it.

She is a Sadist. She is pure night.

And that is the ultimate arousal, Miss.