Suffer For Me...three magical words that transform excruciating pain into absolute pleasure. Why do you think these men travel from the four corners of the globe to worship a Goddess such as I? They surrender to my delicious pain for a very specific reason. Because it is my desire. And they need to suffer for me to feel complete as a slave.

With this hopeful pet, I direct my sadistic attention to the chest and nipples. Is he worthy of my touch? Is he deserving of my cruel intentions? We shall see. I begin by pinching and twisting his flesh, softly at first. And then I increase the...

Suffer For Me...three magical words that transform excruciating pain into absolute pleasure. Why do you think these men travel from the four corners of the globe to worship a Goddess such as I? They surrender to my delicious pain for a very specific reason. Because it is my desire. And they need to suffer for me to feel complete as a slave.

With this hopeful pet, I direct my sadistic attention to the chest and nipples. Is he worthy of my touch? Is he deserving of my cruel intentions? We shall see. I begin by pinching and twisting his flesh, softly at first. And then I increase the pressure exponentially, as i gauge the expressions on his face from bliss to tolerance to suffering.

Now that I have my slave in training calibrated, I can work my enchanting spell upon him. I apply steel spiked nipple clamps and adjust them tighter and tighter and tighter. And when he thinks he can't take anymore, I simply ask him if he will do it for me. Are you willing to Suffer For Me, slave? And with those three magical words spoken from my perfect lips, he reaches deep within his soul to accept more pain...for me.

This is why I adore making men suffer at my hands. To take them to a place they never conceived imaginable. To reach a level of pain which matches the measure of their passion, as well as the depravity of my sadistic hunger. They all must Suffer For Me!