On sadism

sa·dism
ˈsāˌdizəm
noun
  1. 1.
    the tendency to derive pleasure, esp. sexual gratification, from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.
    A while back, I met a submissive man online who, when he found out about My interests, offered to meet up and discuss them. He promised that this might lead to allowing Me to practice on him. We met in a pub shop in north west London. He had a pint and I had a coffee. He was quite adorable. He was so nervous that he had a stutter. This was hilarious to Me as I felt no anxiety of any sort at meeting him. Nonetheless, we found the most secluded table in the pub, lest someone he had never met and that he would never meet again hear our conversation. He spoke to Me at a volume barely above a whisper, so terrified was he. We chatted about his experience as a sub and about My wish to learn the art of Domination. He began to relax when he saw how nice and friendly I was. Eventually, he looked Me in the eyes and told Me bluntly that he wasn’t sure I had what it takes. He said I looked too nice and would probably not be able to do these things. I still managed to convince him to give Me a try, so the next day we met up again. He drove Me to his home, we had a chat, he showed Me a few videos, and then he took Me to the garden house where he had built a trampling table. As instructed, I had brought nylon stockings with Me. Monsieur fitted himself under the coffee table, stuck his cock and balls through the little hole, and asked Me to get to work. I did just that.
    With laughs and giggles, I rolled his cock around, trampled his balls. kicked, rasped and much more, until the skin was nearly completely ripped and then finally I put a hitachi wand to his cock and when he came it spurted out pink from all the blood.  I felt so good. I loved every second. I had found My calling. And he was terrified of Me now.
    For a long time, I only attracted subs who wanted quite mild domination (apart from the toilet slaves that is). But then, about 5 or 6 months ago, things changed. More and more masochists crossed My doorstep, asking Me to make them bleed. The more I did, the more I loved it. I enjoy causing suffereing. Whether it be through humiliation, physical pain, fear or mindfucking. A tingle goes up My spine whenever I see pain or fear on a slave’s face.
    I am a Sadist, and I am proud.
    Here are a few pictures of My last victim for your perusal.
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1 Comment
  • Pete Evans
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    Wow! There is no doubt that Mistress Evilyne is an expert at using the whip.

    15th February 2015 at 8:12 pm

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