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Her pity party
(Kim Hardwick)

"Total submission, that's what I expect of you.  Being a woman, I won't even bother asking if you agree to my terms, I will just impose them on you.  After all, you ARE a woman."  The most crucial moment when breaking women is the initial contact.  The woman must be told the outcome and why she is nothing more than a pet; a plaything for the men in her life.  The sooner they realize just how frivolous they are, the better it will be for mankind.   After all, it is called MANKIND.

Christine is standing before me, shivering in her nakedness.  Her wrists and ankles are bound in wrought iron.  Her nipples, nicely erect, are supporting five pound lead weights.   The way she grits her teeth every time she moves confirms that the clamps plus the weights are doing a nice job of destroying her nipples.

"Christine, from this moment on, until I decide it's time, I will refer to you by your new name: pig.  Do you understand, Pig?"  Time to see how rebellious she is.  I recall her mother being extremely intractable last year when I broke her down.  Afterwards, the mother was groveling at my feet, begging to suck my cock and eat my ass out.  I granted her request after thrashing her for two hours with my bullwhip and rattan cane.  I hope Christine shows as much spunk and love for nipple and anal torture as her mom.

"Listen, Marcus, I don't know where you come up with this psycho shit, but if you know what's good for you, you'll let me go!"

Oh dear.  Like mother, like daughter.  Her response was almost identical to her mom.  Time to break this haughty twenty nine year old Ivy League grad; time to get her on the pain train.

In other words, time to fucking break her into tiny little slut parts. 

"Pig, before you saying anything else, let me inform you of what those of us in this lifestyle call, the rules.  Number one rule is that you are worthless.  All women are worthless, and you in particular, even more so.  Don't think that all that Ivy League education will count for much, because, sweetheart, it doesn't."  I moved about to her side, passing through her line of sight.  Just the thing to increase her terror.  I picked up a needle nose plier on the way.

"For instance, this plier, I am going to heat it up with one of the burners on the stove, and when it's hot enough, I am coming back with it and twist and torture your nipple with it.  And just like your mom before you, you are going to scream in agony.  You are going to piss yourself with the pain.  And soon, you will have an orgasm.  You and your mom are so alike in that you two are pain sluts."  I glared at her as I went to the kitchen.

"Marcus, please no!  No!"