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hole is becoming perfect... more and more the ideal possession with every passing second.

She is a slave under my care... a fully-owned piece of property... pain-trained, obedient, and anxiously eager to please. To her frequent dismay, however, I am often only pleased by having her perform for Me... humiliating, perversely degrading acts of extreme depravity for my decadent, twisted pleasure.

hole is suffering for her Master at the moment, and this lesson, like all the fully-educational others, is taking her further along that inescapable road to harmonious perfection.

I watch her now as those vulnerable, porcelain facial features contort in alluring pain... her soft, pink lips wrapped around a large, jet-black ball, unejectable and saliva-slick. The vexing ball is the centerpiece of the ballgag trainer she wears, with heavy black, leather straps that hug her face like a demonic octopus, crisscrossing her entire head with its gripping tentacles.

hole knows that none of her mouth mechanics or meaningless tongue acrobatics have any hope of dislodging the leather octopus' dark, intrusive egg from her widely, sorely stretched mouth. Even if she had the use of her hands... which of course she does not... the small, hardened-steel padlock holding the leather, controlling tentacles firmly at the back of her head would prevent her from doing anything more than rubbing... petting my strictly binding head-toy.

She mewls painfully, pathetically through the small gaps between the ball and the edges of her widely stretched mouth, hoping to appeal to my rare merciful side. Alas, she knows the rules by now, and the electrical current from my "pain box" coursing through her anguished, punished feet must continue in order to complete this inexorable reminder in obedience. The pain box is highly programmable, and I have it carefully set to deliver random currents of intensity and duration, within controlled parameters.

hole will not soon be forgetting to keep her eyes on the ground, like a good slave-bitch. After two years under my watchful tutelage she certainly knows better...

I should say that hole's joining Me was in no way a matter of her own free will or choice... no, it came as quite a surprising shock to her, in fact. After a long search for someone who met all of my precise criteria... I took her. Oh, I may make it sound fast and easy, but I methodically planned every detail of hole's abduction... wait, no... her Deliverance.

I watched her for a full month. I found out as much as possible about her routines, her friends, her family... every intimate, personal detail available to Me about her heretofore uninteresting life:

She lived alone... check
She had no close neighbors... check
She had no ferocious, complicating pets... check
She had no ailments and needed no prescription medicine (I said I did my research)... check
She was a young, beautiful, raven-haired fucktoy, ripe and waiting to be plucked... oh yes, check

A sharp, pain-filled yelp distracts Me from my reverie.

Clearly one of the higher level jolts to the tender, delicate soles of her sculpted, currently immobilized feet. Her ankles are locked in wide, steel cuffs welded to the all-steel and imposingly heavy discipline chair on wheels in which she is currently seated and bound.

Long wires emanate from the pain box situated on the concrete floor, and run along the ground up to the black rubber, medical electro-pads attached by tenacious adhesive to the bottoms of her exposed feet.

Up top, she is wearing her usual tight-fitting body harness made of black leather straps wrapping sinuously around her chest and torso. The slave harness coils around her otherwise naked form in inch-wide and half-inch thick straps looping above and below her perky, unprotected breasts, while harshly compressing