Amusing fact is that if you look at my pretty things they could be for clubbing or for torture. I mean you could be following my hot little ass down a dark street thinking you are going to fuck some random bitch but well my weapons are my clothes. I am a great little actress and might pretend to cry but soon it will be YOU crying, begging, and screaming the sweet music to my ears.
My, my darling you have some huge heavy balls but the hair is most annoying. Let me rip that off for you. Hurts? Just a day in the life. No string, well we can’t have that so I will use the laces from my boots to tie them up nice and tight. Did you ever wonder how long till they go numb and could possibly fall off? Are you crying? You stopped the wrong chick, no doubt about that.
Some leather restraints I use for bracelets will do lovely to keep your hands behaving. Did that hurt cunt? Shut the fuck up because we have far from begun to play. Decisions, decisions ball gag or just listen to you scream? Let’s give it a go when I take the chain off my neck and whip your balls with it. Passing out already? I can’t have that so just a little wake up shot and playtime is back in session.
Fetish Frankie, I take my pleasure with your pain.
