365 days of Sodom

It's been a Hell of a year...literally. You have endured every form of **** you could have ever imagined, and enjoyed so many more you never could have imagined before your Master transformed you into a work of art.

True art is always a painful process, as much about destruction as it is creation. And whether through whips and chains, hot wax or cold steel, explosive orgasms or aneurysms of agony, your once pristine flesh has become perfected by a roadmap of welts, scars, and bruises leading right to your hungry heart.

You have lost track of how many times he has flogged sweet, sweltering sissy spurts out of your limp clit or fucked tortuous, tearful sissygasms out of your cunt. Pain and pleasure have become two sides of the same coin, forever flipping and never landing. You are always, eternally up in the air, head swimming, skin stinging, heart soaring.

"Ladies and gentleman. It is my proud pleasure to introduce the piece de resistance, the prize portrait of the evening, my masochistic masterpiece...The Beautific Bitch!" You scan the room vacantly. You see eager eyes devouring ever inch of your pierced, punished, perfectly painted body. Portraits of your perdition hang on the wall, six figure price tags labeled "sold" underneath.

"A mere year ago this priceless work of art was just a worthless sissy boy. Now she is perfect, and beyond that growing better than perfect with every stinging stroke. Now perfection is not for sale, but its documentation is. You have all spent generously this year, imagine how much more you will spend next year when perfection exceeds your wildest expectations." He pulls you into a kiss, his teeth brutally biting into your soft lips, drawing blood and sharing it with you in a cruel kiss.

The audience erupts in applause, you can just barely imagine how brutally beautiful he'll make you next year...but you know your Master can.