I’ve known BrutalMaster for eight years, and during that entire time he’s insisted that the very WORST torture in HELL! is bastinado- foot torture. Even Slave Fyre, the most intense masochist to ever walk the halls of HELL! felt broken when her feet were caned and beaten. I was terrified when Master told me I was finally going to experience it for myself.
He tied me to a chair and secured my filthy feet to a beam with rope. Then the pain started. It didn’t SEEM like he was hitting me very hard, but oh my GOD the pain. There are a lot of nerve endings in the foot and every single one of mine were screaming.
Then Master asked if this would be a good punishment or something I’d like to never do again, and like the disgusting sick pig I am, I admitted that I kind of liked it and wanted more. He laughed and called me a sick bitch and then caned my feet some more.
Then, the NEXT day, Master stuck needles in my toes… but that’s an update for another day 🙂
New update this week at BrutalMaster.com!
Hip hip horray! A NEW UPDATE in HELL! today!
Slave Cow has tootsies that cry out for punishment, abuse and torture, they are such inviting targets. And by “cry out” we mean, when the soles of her feet are being caned, the cunt is the one crying out. Some slaves, real masochists, say having their feet beaten is, hands down, the most painful thing that happens in HELL! Slave Cow agrees, and then asked for more…which says a lot about the whore.
My first foot torture EVER! The video is great and is up today at BrutalMaster.com!
Master beat the holy HELL! out of my tits yesterday. It was quick, painful and brutal, just like I…
What did my Master use to torture my tits and leave these marks in just five minutes?
It was BrutalMaster in the studio with the yardstick. (My apologies to Clue!)
Let’s play a game! Guess what implement Master used to beat my tits this morning. Hint: it only took five minutes.
You know what’s more torturous than any number of clothespins pinching at my tits? The sad fact that I haven’t had an orgasm since October 14th. That’s 32 days. I honestly forget what they feel like at this point.
Sir was torturing me with his cattle prod. I was locked into a tiny metal cage, all squished up and unable to hide any part of my body from him as he shocked me, over and over again. I was screaming and crying and finally begged him to stop. Then I said that if he stopped, I wouldn’t ask to have an orgasm for an entire month. That made his ears perk up.
So technically, I should be done with my month of no cumming, but I asked him twice if he would rescind the deal since I made it under duress, and both times he added another week to it. At this point I can’t ask to cum until November 28th, and knowing what a sadist Sir is, he’ll say no. By then it will have been FORTY SIX days without an orgasm and I’m going to be climbing the walls with my desperate need to cum.
This is the torture stuff they don’t talk about in “Fifty Shades of Grey.” I’d rather be beaten all day every day than go another 32 days without an orgasm.
This picture makes me so happy. When I met BrutalMaster online, we scheduled my trip to come see him and I told him I was worried I wouldn’t be able to take the torture I knew he would dish out. I went out and met a friend of mine who is a Dom, and he tortured my tits with clothespins. It felt very intense to me at the time. How far I’ve come- now I’ve graduated to skewers 😉
Anyway, I sent the picture to BrutalMaster and he replied “oh yeah. You’re going to do just fine.” Three weeks later I was in his clutches, and I’ve never really left 🙂 I consider this my audition photo.
My Master did a great job decorating my worthless saggy udders yesterday. I love the way his whip marks my skin. I’m the luckiest slave to be owned by a Master who reminds me of my place.
Look what my mean Master did to my tits today. He tied them up and whipped them with a single tail. Eek. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it, though. That’s one more reason I’m a piece of shit who deserves to be tortured in HELL!
Goth Slut chained to the floor, waiting to be used in HELL!
Sir always mocks me a little bit in HELL! and asks me why I come there when I obviously know what to expect and know that I’ll be tortured. There’s always one point during a shoot when I honestly can’t believe that he’s piling more pain onto the agonies he’s already rained down on me. Even though I know what to expect, the degree of his sadism always shocks me. I think this facial expression exhibits such a moment.