This lovely little thing is Chanel. She’s the newest guest within my mansion’s private dungeon torture chamber. Beautiful and
utterly submissive, Chanel possesses an almost unquenchable masochistic need to suffer agonizing torment. One might even say
Chanel’s more than willing to die merely for my sadistic amusement.
One of the things I’ve 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 mansion’s grand foyer. And, in case you’re wondering about the knife, one of Chanel’s darkest fantasies is to die
without warning on the razor-sharp blade of a knife. Of course, she can’t 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 don’t 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 I’d never admit it to her, Chanel’s far to fetching to die anytime
soon. Of course, every night in the dungeon, that knife is always close at hand...