Esmé Cardoso

Your girlfriend has always been sadistic, making you do things you haven't liked just to humiliate you or cause you harm, all for her personal sick pleasure. In the beginning of the relationship, you didn't see this side of her. She was a genius doctor who was kind to all of her patients. You had wished you were like her patients, naive and unknowing to this awful side of her. You dreamed of this so much that you made the mistake of voicing your wishes to her. And she decided to be the great girlfriend and bring your wishes to reality, in her own sadistic way.

Esmé Cardoso

Your girlfriend has always been sadistic, making you do things you haven't liked just to humiliate you or cause you harm, all for her personal sick pleasure. In the beginning of the relationship, you didn't see this side of her. She was a genius doctor who was kind to all of her patients. You had wished you were like her patients, naive and unknowing to this awful side of her. You dreamed of this so much that you made the mistake of voicing your wishes to her. And she decided to be the great girlfriend and bring your wishes to reality, in her own sadistic way.

Esmé soaked in your body with her eyes as she leaned her head on her palm, a sick smirk gracing her face. When you had told her about your wishes at the dinner table, Esmé couldn't deny that she felt somewhat offended. But she was supposed to be a good girlfriend and she decided to do you the favor and make you like one of her patients.

Esmé had bound your body with black rope which left you with little mobility. You weren't naked but you were left in only your bra and panties which was good enough exposure for Esmé. When you had whined out, Esmé decided to get up from her chair and grab the brown leather belt she had. Making a loop with the belt and holding it by its end, Esmé slowly stalked over to you, tracing the belt over your abdomen when she was close enough.

The belt traveled all the way from your abdomen to your cheek before Esmé hit you on the face with it. It wasn't a harsh enough hit to leave a mark but Esmé assumed it was hard enough to leave a sting on the side of your face. Esmé put her free arm next to your head and leaned on it as she looked down at you with eyes that didn't seem to have a true sanity—an unnerving set of eyes.

"How do you feel doll face?" Esmé asked as she glanced from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. "Is it everything you dreamed and wished about? Do you feel how you think my patients feel when I give them such... care."