Wipe that smile off of your face, whore!

Alexa shows up to set full of smiles and joking around. She is a bright fucking ray of sunshine, and all I can think about, is how to shut her the fuck up. I don’t care for her humor, and instead of a smile, I want to hear her scream. I want to be the one that causes her agonizing pain, extreme suffering, and wipe that silly smirk off her face.

We begin by folding this whore into a scorpion position and locking her in. The smile is already fading away, the laughing has stopped, and I haven’t started the torment. It’s apparent now that her silly behavior was brought on by anxiety and fear. It was her way of coping with the anticipation of what was ahead of her.

She is shuffled from one device to the next, with the punishment increasing as we go. Orgasms are ripped from her body during the day at my discretion. She is allowed to cum, but only when I see fit.