I try to control my anger and speech but fury is pouring out of me as if I were standing there screaming at this beautiful girl.

I tie her wrists together and order her to hold her arms above her head while I fetch a whip.
I realize I am whipping her too hard but only stop when I notice the clock and see I am running out of time.

I grab a handful of needles and proceed to pierce her breasts in a rapid angry manner. Once I have placed the needles in a star pattern on each breast I grab her nipples and the largest needle available.
It is so large that I have to settle for one needle per nipple.
I pull her nipple out as far as possible and in one motion I pierce the needle through her nipple. She lets out a horrible scream as each needle pierces her nipples.
Unfortunately, fortunately for her, the needle is too large to pierce her with two in each nipple. I think to myself “my Zoe only cried, begged and screamed softly. She is far superior to this slave.
Once I am done with the needles I release her wrist binds and order the weak oriental beauty to lower her arms to her sides and squat down as if she were going to pee.

I grab the whip again and strike her between her legs from the front and the back several times. She is weak, this one jerks and cries everytime the whip hits its target.
I put the whip away and fetch one last needle, a small needle.
I hold it in my right hand being quite sure that she sees it. With my left hand I reach between her legs and search for her clit. I find it and start pulling and twisting. I need to have to have her clit as large as possible for my last act.
She seems to understand what is about to happen as tears run down her terror stricken face.

I am almost out of time so I lower the needle between her legs and grab her clit as hard as I possibly can.
Quickly I run the needle through her clit and leave it there.
She screams so loud that I am sure the windows rattled. Rivers of tears run down her face as she moves her arms and tries to pull the needle out. I slap her across the face and tell her only her master may remove the needle.
She ignores my command and continues to try and remove the needle. I slap her once again as hard as I possibly can. She stops and stands upright. I see further pain in her face, as undoubtedly the tip of the needle is pushing its way into the inside of her leg.
I order her to go sit with the other slaves. She hobbles slowly and carefully until she reaches the corner.

I walk from the stage still full of rage. I watch the final three couples and try to calm down to no avail.

At the party I spend considerable time talking with Stiletto. She informs me that Torture is new to our community. She believes he was kicked out of his old group and after tonight he should be kicked out of our group.
Stiletto warns me that my performance tonight was a little bit over the edge. “You should be careful” she warns me.

During our conversation she mentions that she knows Zoe is my possession. “Will you be putting her up for sale again at the next auction? I will outbid everyone no matter the price to purchase her again.”
I can’t help but plush at the compliment. Zoe has always shown herself to be a superior slave, especially after this night’s party. She seems to have drawn a group of fans.

I leave the party at 3:00 a.m. relatively early.

When I open the door to my apartment I see Zoe laying on the floor. I know she must still be in horrible pain as I help lift her to her feet.
I grab a towel, a pair of tweezers and cuticle scissors. The towel is placed on the divan. I instruct her to sit on the towel and spread her legs while I kneel between them and slowly, carefully cut each suture and pull it out with the tweezers.
She winces and bleeds with each suture I pull out but she doesn’t cry.

Once all of the sutures are out I reach into her and pull out the ben-wa balls. They stink horribly! All of her pussy smells horrible.
Finally I remove the needles that are piercing her nipples.
They are rather large, larger than they looked on the stage.
I order her to remain seated while I go fill the bathtub with hot water and remove my clothes. Once the bath is ready I go to the divan and grab her by the hand.
I lead her to the bath. I get in first and then instruct her to get in and sit in front of me.
She leans back into me and we remain there silently trying to soak away the pain and anger from the party.

As both of us become tired I decide it is time to go to bed. We get out of the tub and I grab a towel and dry her gently.
I can see she is surprised that I should serve her but I am so proud of her that I feel it is only appropriate.

I lead her to the bed where she starts to take her customary place at the foot of the bed. I grab her hand and pull her next to me. Tonight we shall sleep embraced in each other’s arms…