Meanwhile, mom and dad float around on a rubber raft, making the best of the situation ("We're out of Perrier and caviar," Herrmann dolefully tells Ebersole, inspecting the emergency rations. "We're down to the Champagne.") "Richie Rich" contains no elements of startling originality, but director Donald Petrie, the script and the actors supply what such an enterprise needs above everything else: style. The movie is amusing precisely because it knows exactly what it is, and never tries too hard or strays into cheap payoffs.
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In this clip my slave is completely bound and utterly helpless to my sadistic whims. Gagged, to muffle his futile screams and irritating pleas for mercy. I stand behind him, out of sight, I dont say a word, tapping my 6" stiletto oh so softly. Suffice to say, he is terrified out of his mind in dire anticipation of the punishment to come. His psyche is racing wildly, wondering when and how I will make my move. What will I do next. This delicious mind fuck is my way of terrorizing him psychologically, even before I lift a whip to beat the living daylights out of him. But now the real torment begins. I will impose upon my helpless gimp a level of pain and agony, which most hardcore masochists only fantasize about in their darkest nightmares. To this end, I select my dreaded thrasher whip, a rather cruel combination of leather, rubber, and patent leather that bites like a fanged serpent as it unfurls upon his flesh. Over and over my magnificent whip strikes his soft skin, leaving him welted and bruised in mere seconds.
I blister his nipples, sear his genitals and scorch his ass relentlessly with the glowing tip of my cigarette as his screams fill the air. Ahhhh, the smell of his burning flesh truly does satisfy the sadist in me. When I grow tired of his annoying whimpering, I put him into a custom made, deliciously diabolical gas mask specially fitted with black rubber eye plugs to completely take away his sense of site. So he hasn't a clue as to what is to come next.
Despite my numbness, I panted in frustration in need by the third time and was a shaking mess by the fifth. I needed another shower, but a glance at the clock told me it wasn't going to happen. I roughly wrote DARLA inside my ass cheeks and squeezed my erect nipples into the rubber bands which I knew would keep them hard and make me a sexual mess all day. I tossed on a pink belly shirt and a black mini-skirt, the staples of my new wardrobe. I pulled on a pair of calf socks and my favorite boots and I was ready. I grabbed my books, tossed them into my bag and headed downstairs. 2ff7e9595c
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