This lovely little thing is Chanel. Sheís the newest guest within my mansionís private dungeon torture chamber. Beautiful and
utterly submissive, Chanel possesses an almost unquenchable masochistic need to suffer agonizing torment. One might even say
Chanelís more than willing to die merely for my sadistic amusement.
One of the things Iíve liked about Chanel is that she has no use for safe words or even agreed-upon limits. Always the considerate submissive, tonight I found her eagerly awaiting my arrival, provocatively dressed and surrounded with some of her favorite toys, lying in the mansionís grand foyer. And, in case youíre wondering about the knife, one of Chanelís darkest fantasies is to die without warning on the razor-sharp blade of a knife. Of course, she canít decide between being disemboweled while hanging upside down from her ankles or having her throat slit as her lover climaxes balls deep inside her ass. Her only condition before she willingly became my full-time submissive, that I decide when the time has finally arrived for her to die, that I make the choice between her belly and her throat, and I donít hesitate.
Oh, and Chanel and I have been together for just over two years now, and I can see it in her eyes that Chanel knows after this much time, that every night might well be her last. Personally, while Iíd never admit it to her, Chanelís far to fetching to die anytime soon. Of course, every night in the dungeon, that knife is always close at hand...