My friend Mistress has brought a new slave with her, we tie him tightly to the cross, his anxiety is clearly visible in his eyes, the wait consumes him. But we are not here to make him wait too long! Our nails, long, sharp as blades, slide on his skin, initially light, just a hint, a shiver. Then we sink. The tips pierce the flesh, leaving deep furrows that stretch across his body. Each scratch is a trace of our will, each mark a reminder that today is ours. We dig deeper, we feel the skin give way under the pressure, scratches that emerge as the flesh reddens, becomes inflamed. His shoulders tremble, the suffering presses ever more. We want to continue. Our nails dig and cut, transforming his flesh into a canvas marked by red and purple stripes. Each new scratch is deeper than the previous one, each gesture more cruel. We mark him without mercy, we make his body the reflection of his total surrender. In the end, his skin is a work of art, every mark a testimony of our power. He will remember today. Always!!! PS : If you want to book a video request contact me...