Torture

He stood behind the chair as one sat there reading something on the computer. Reaching down He brushed his fingertips across one's nipples. It was as soft as a feather, the barest of touches. And it was enough to make one whimper and cringe back into the chair. Pleased, He did it again. And again. Until one was whimpering and begging Him to not do it anymore. He laughed a rich and joyous sound...

Guess we found which body part hurts the most after yesterday.

We really need to talk about his non-sadist rating... one suspects its dropping  L