A slave mind

I always wonder what people can be thinking is special moment and most of all what my little puppies-slaves think.

How do they feel when I allow them to exist and even speak to me, but most of all how they are drowned by they sexual urges when I smile and start pushing them into my world of lust and whims.

Like the day when I was making those pictures in a hotel room and a slave was locked in chastity dropping hot wax during all the time I was posing.

He knew what I was doing, I was sending him some little messages on KIK just to tease him, showing him the lingerie I was about to wear, describing how I was undressing.... and then how flirty the photographer was (even it it wasn't true) just to make him feel jealous and even more miserable.

I spend the hour smiling thinking about how painful it must be, how hard he must be, how frustrate he must be and how miserable he should feel as he knew I will take $1 dollar from him for each minute I will spend with the photographer.

And yet, he remember well his training and thanks his all mighty mistress for the pain and spent the day hard suffering in his miserable cage, the same he was wearing already for 4 days.

But yet, I always wonder what's in his mind. Of course, I'm in his mind as his absolute drug but.....