I love the sound of screaming in the morning...

He should have known better than to fall asleep on me.

(Ok, pass out-- same thing.)

He should have known not to let go until I gave him permission.

He should have known I would punish him with his darkest fears.

And I did.

The table he lay strapped to could be moved into any position, including vertical. I adjusted it so he was upright.

I deliberately dropped a vial on the laboratory floor, leaving the broken glass scattered across the tile.

Then I got Enid here out of her cage and set her on the floor.

By morning she'd made her way up the ceiling and had begun dropping her way down on a strand of her beautiful spun silk.

When he woke, little Enid was hanging right in front of his eyes.

And she was hungry.

Don't fall asleep in my house.

You never know what's lurking in the corners.

~Your Nurse Most Perverse

It's not easy being evil....

Really, it's not.

Oh sure the desire to be evil is pretty natural. That comes as easily as blowing-- er breathing.

But how to do it?  What evil to which person? That's the hard part.

The ideas don't just fall out of the sky. It's hard work to research exactly what you need to do to achieve maxim suffering.

And I am very dedicated about it. 

So are my little guinea piggies. 

I love watching them squirm against the restraints as I perfect my latest torture techniques. They moan at the sight of the giant lube shooter, swoon when I bring out the needles, cry when I turn on the Zeus unit....

Such good boys.... and sometimes girls. ;) I'm an equal opportunity torturer.

One of these days I want to get Wild Cherry on my table. Her piercing make her a very interesting subject.

(Some day, my sweet. xox)

I love listening to the begging and the screams.

Does a girl good to inflict a little agony in the afternoon....