The Green Room
slave Abigail 525-871-465, after an hour of tormenting and buggery. I dug deep to pull out this vintage view from this May day. She was in full bondage, hooded and bound to that single chair with a belt then whipped, flogged, paddled and caned with her hands shackled to each other. This empty green room echoed her pleasure and pain as I manipulated her into submission bouncing her back and forth in sensual pain. We miss this room where we spent hours upon hours getting to know each other, finding our dynamic, seeing it working without meaningful direction but letting the energy flow. We found who we are and what direction we wanted and needed to take. It is times like these that lay foundation for what we build on for years to come. Join us on our journey and see how we interact as we share our journey of Master⁄slave in BDSM. This is Sensual Pain!