The Torturing Artist

snuff phone sexI like to linger over my handy work.  The way a small, frail body reacts to my touch excites me.  With each and every slap, punch, slice, the skin reacts.  I love welts.  Those are my favorites.  They remind me of the brush strokes that you can see on Oil Paintings.  That is, after all what my work is, Art.  The innocent perfection beneath the scars of pain.  Pretty fucking brilliant if you ask me.  I’m not the only one who stares in fascination at a piece of flesh that swells up, who watches as bruises appear with all their beautiful coloration.  The younger the pet, the more shocking and eye catching this type of art work is.  Perhaps I should open up My own Art Studio.  Put My work on display.  Watch as VIP guests catch their first glimpse of My Masterpieces.  Of course I would have to make this an interactive Art Exhibit.  I am sure a lot of hard cocks would like to come out and experience the heaven inside the outer coating of visual Hell that I created.

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