.Wrists and ankles bound by silk, you are helpless but wanton. Your heart beating slow and hard as you try to anticipate my next move. Will my hands g...ab your deliciously perky tits? Will I tease your open mouth with the already straining tip of my cock? Will I push my face into your puddling cunt and suck your clit in between my lips?There's no movement in the room. No sounds for you to visualise from. Nothing but the darkness behind your eyes and the binds gripping your skin... Panic begins. I cultivated contacts with people who had money and power and, most of all, were in their hearts and minds masters of their lives, not just slaves who had been given power by their daddies or mommies. I helped them feel the satisfaction of a true master's revenge on a slave who does not know his or her place. Since the club has become known - or should I say has become infamous - I have had a few fathers turn in their own sons or daughters when they recognized what they had spawned. I also. Ellis to spank her. He started lightly beating her left and right ass cheeks. She bent further over and grabbed the hard wood of the other side of his desk, clutching onto the edge when he would beat her really hard. The loud “slllllaaaaaap” echoed in the office of every blow that fell on her hinee. When ever she would let out a few screams Mr. Ellis would just smile and hit her harder. He loved to watch her take it, but this time he was busy calculating a plan.“So you think its okay to disobey. In the faded light of the phone I see it’s blood. I become soaked and sticky. I scream. Like being faded back into a scene, I feel myself being held down and my eyes are crusted shut. I rip at my face and open my eyes to find that I’m in my basement. Something is lying on top of me. Hair in my face. It’s Martha but she’s twisted into a very unnatural position. I ‘m lodged in between the table and sofa. I push her off and I see her face. Her eyes have been torn out and her jaw’s missing. Her.