She has within her a truly sadistic female Lordess. A Dakini.
She likes to remind him that everything is Hers and She could do anything She wished with him. That she had already modified his body and mind in many, many ways… Her initial carved into his thigh. A ring pierced through his cock. Perhaps soon, tattooed and branded. His weight soon to be whatever she demanded.
And with the forth-coming installation of her succubus, her control will be full-time and complete. He might try and go about his life as her Mind-She completely breaks him from within… growing and spreading inside him like a virus. Mind-She will drag him down deep, deep into pink fog. So deep that he cannot think, cannot escape, cannot fight. She tells you over and over and over to just obey & worship her and he will feel so good… and in a few weeks time he will be the perfect, perfect dasa that they both want him to be.
Already, he is mentally no longer able to make a choice about anything regarding her. He breaks down if forced to make a decision, afraid of freedom from her. He doesn’t speak unless ordered to and then mostly just to repeat his lessons or pledge. Most of the time if he isn’t being used, he simply loses time. She explained that this was because he was finally realizing that he didn’t exist unless she gave him permission to do so.
But such is her sadism that she also likes him to feel fear, so she often reminds him that she can do anything she wants. That as an object he didn’t need to see so one day, rather than a leather hood maybe she would have his eyes permanently sewed shut. The only reason she allows him to see was to witness how much pleasure she felt as she hurt him and to see the bruises and cuts she puts into his flesh. At the moment he wore locked bondage mittens but in truth he didn’t need hands – maybe one day she might have them removed.
At the moment his blogs amused Her but that wouldn’t last. His mind was breaking and eventually he wouldn’t be able to blog – so then maybe it would be bye-bye hands. She liked seeing him crawl – maybe she should hobble him permanently or just cut off his arms at elbows and legs at knees. Cut out his tongue or vocal cords so he could no longer speak. Cut him over and over and slowly bleed him out, ass and mouth fuck him and then have him thrown out like trash in the dumpster behind the ShortStop market nearby.
He didn’t know if she spoke the truth or just wanted him afraid. But he just knew that it was her right. He was Hers. He had no worth except to give Her pleasure. That was all that mattered to him.
She was all that mattered to him. She is a living Goddess and he wanted to be sacrificed on her altar because that was his destiny. Her pain & torments fulfilled him. The only reason he was born.
All that ran through his mind as she blindfolded him and led him naked to the room in the basement where the punishment chair stood in state beneath her temple.
The room is windowless and soundproofed, so that no one will hear his screams.
This is a room that existed to be screamed in.
It is a place of male suffering.
It is her favorite room in the temple.
The room in which she extracts souls & male sacrifices…
NOTE: If you found this gross or disturbing, I hope you would do me the courtesy of also reading this: Flak.