I don’t seek inspiration. I command it.

I don’t paint. I etch.

I don’t sketch. I scar.

An artist? No, pet.

I’m a maestro.

I don’t just play with pain, I compose symphonies of suffering, woven with shame, stitched with lust, and layered with exquisite, relentless control.

This audio is for male masochist. Trance -Femdom control. 14 minutes