It is not simple by any means being Master to a fine tuned machine. I show you these displays not to boast of her “perfect submission… unquenchable masochism… hedonistic lust for the contrast between pain and sexual pleasure” but to give you a real life look into what I longed to see before I knew it first hand. Some days it comes easy, the knowlege of how to keep this slave challenged and teetering on the edge that she craves… but most days I spend in deep study of her mind…her silence… listening for that faint whisper of her screams.
slave abigail is haunted by her body’s incessant need to challenge itself; against itself; for itself and for the purpose of gaining knowledge. knowledge of the limits of it’s confines. She had braved multiple 40 day juice fasts long before she knew Me and all on her own because she simply craved a challenge. Her body does it on it’s own now and without her approval sometimes. It’s up to me to capture the rare momments in which I can push her just a bit further toward that edge. This is just the tiny snippet of what I could show you here of the challenges that I put her through after her 14th day without having a movement. This is where we are bound… where my Lion meets her goat and where my sadistic hunger is fed a lavish feast.
