DK: Hello, and Welcome to Kase's Korner.
PM: Hello.
DK: Could You introduce Yourself to U/us all, please, Sir?
PM: I'm the Pain Master.
DK: *waits*
PM: *regards steadily, no eye movement*
DK: Perhaps a bit more?
PM: I am not One to speak of Myself.
DK: Oh, well then. What does a Pain Master do?
PM: The name is self explainatory.
DK: Yes, but there are many levels of pain.
PM: *steady regard, no eye movement*
DK: What sort of Pain?
PM: The kind which comes with or causes sexual arousal.
DK: In a Dom?
PM: Most usually. The slave's wishes never come before the Master's.
DK: In all cases?
PM: In the cases I train slaves to be of useful value, yes.
DK: But there is a special slave, isn't there?
PM: *steady regard, no respond, no eye movement*
DK: By the name of kylie? A dancing slave?
PM: *leans forward* she is Mine. W/we do not speak of her.
DK: But She Waited is Your and her story and--
PM: *grabs DK's wrist, eyes flashing and face set in hard lines* I said W/we do not speak of her.
DK: *clears throat* All right then. So Pain Master, You train slaves to be sexual conquests for the Masters who purchase them from auction, is this correct?
PM: It is the Way.
DK: What Way?
PM: THE Way, an established Way of life and how things are in this world. It has been this Way for generation after generation. I am from a long line of Pain Masters.
DK: I see. With great power comes great responsibility, ehh?
PM: *steady regard, no eye movement or response*
DK: I see. You are greatly feared in this land. I begin to understand why.
PM: Do you?
DK: *swallows* Um, yes, I do. You also have several servants in a non sexual capacity don't You?
PM: I do.
DK: Yasmina, for one.
PM: Yes.
DK: How long has she been in Your household?
PM: Many years.
DK: And she is...?
PM: In my household, yes.
DK: But what does she do?
PM: Whatever I ask.
DK: And what do You ask her to do?
PM: Whatever I need done.
DK: Oh. Well, thank You for speaking with me today.
PM: You are welcome. *leaves*
And there's our spotlight on The Pain Master, obviously the strong, silent, Man-of-few-words type. Here's His description when kylie meets Him for the first time in She Waited:
She looked at his broad back as he strode with long strides down the dirt-colored corridors. He was incredibly tall, broad, but not fat. His dark cloak swirled as he walked. Every inch of him, from his dark hair to his leather boots, screamed power. His hands alone were three times the size of one of hers. him. He looked at her, his dark blue eyes seeming to peer into her very soul. His hands, hot and firm, closed around her upper arms as he pulled her toward him. She stiffened and braced. He lifted her, wrapped his cloak around her, and held her against him. Her chilled skin warmed. Her eyelids flew open. And she drowned in the ocean of his eyes. He said nothing, just held her more tightly as he began to walk again. His movements were like riding a horse, she thought hazily. A fine stallion, smooth and easy. He smelled of leather, too, and musk and man. His heart beat under her ear, a steady rhythm of sound, soothing, comforting. Safe.
But He was the Pain Master. And now He owned her.
He is a Man of few words. But when He speaks...His words are...*smiles*
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