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Collection of Pain and Submission
(DIXON KUNTZ)

   I was their master, they were my slaves, and it was just that simple. It excited me to know that I held the power to make or break them and nothing brought me greater satisfaction than to humiliate them and torture them not just physically, but also mentally. Physical abuse eventually goes away, but mental abuse does not, and I learned over the years to read people and discover their insecurities and the secret painful chambers of their minds.  Perhaps because of my cunning but well planned methodical rise, I had grown from one simple walk-in closet to five over the span of two years, resembling a fetish supermarket of sorts with almost everything under the sun to please the most discerning slave.

   I heard his footsteps echoing through the hallway as he approached my door. A light three times tap signaled his arrival. Doug was a forty-something run of the mill businessman who I am sure was the pillar of his community and who would never arouse suspicion with either his family or community of the double life he enjoyed with me as his Mistress and he, as my slave. His vanilla face had the makings of a German descendant, and he had the robust body of an athlete in his better younger years. Clean shaven, and very well-mannered, mirroring his refined upbringing, Doug was one of my favorites because of his quietness. Were it not for his specific requests to be gagged with a Fels-Naptha soaked Handi-Wipe (pink), I wouldn't have to duct-tape or ball gag him at all. He was just that quiet...not a peep. It was sometimes unsettling to me that no matter how much pain I inflicted upon him, he would never so much as flinch.	

   It was a full twenty minutes after his knock that I chose to open the door to him, and my maggot just stood there. I always make him wait, this time five more minutes than the last time. He knew I was standing behind the door, and I know he'd enjoy the suspense of the wait, just waiting and wondering if today he would get his just desserts punishment, or if today was the day there would be no answer, and his anticipation would end in a void of nothingness where nobody wins. He needed the pain just as much as I needed to give it to him, it was just that simple.