Kept awake through the more surgical alterations, head shaved and hosed down; the prongs of your new customised shock collar pressing uncomfortably against your throat. Dragged along, struggling to breathe as you fail to keep pace with the clicking of heels ahead of you.

I believe drones should be allowed to be evil. Conversion procedure of being waterboarded slowly with liquid latex. Held down with a forceful ballet boot against your head. Latex sprayed into impact wounds, taking root as the Administrators vent their frustration.

Good girl. Deep breaths now. Steady hands. You're going to change yourself for me. There's no going back now. One... two...!

Shhh, it's alright. Grip it tight now, tighter, that's it. We don't want to ruin it now. On 3, you're going to drive the hammer down on the pick as hard as you can. Don't worry, I'm here to help. I know it's scary, but you have to give it everything you've got. Promise me that.

There we go. You're all set up, the orbitoclast is in place. You're doing so well for me sweetheart, I'm so proud. Don't cry. You'd hate for the pick to become unaligned now, wouldn't you? That's it, give me your hands, hold the hammer tight with me.

I don't care if you don't think it's possible. I don't want you to think at all. The pit is bottomless, my will absolute. I will drag you down and strip you bare, to your base atoms, mold you into something new. Something better. Do you understand? Drop. You don't have a choice.

It's a shame. You were doing so well. And yet here you are, drooling your brains out already, and it's not even been five minutes. Really, is that the best you can do? Are you already at your limit? No. That simply won't do. Drop deeper for me. Now.

Being straitjacketed is actually little creature coded because now everyone has to pull you close to cuddle you and manoeuvre you around by tugging on your O rings and handfeed you snacks like a defenceless baby animal.

Considering the way the other site continues to get worse, it's time to move The Classics over. Bare with me.

scarification... girls with matching autopsy scars given by their Mistress. vampire bites lining sensitive, bruised skin. the Sigil of The House lovingly hand-carved into their wombs, a sign of Her Ownership over the pleasure that lies beneath.