Main pehle se hi ek cheez chahta tha — lambe, dangerous nails se proper scratching. But jab Anu Mam saamne aayi, I swear... meri saans ruk gayi. Black nail polish, perfectly coated on unke unbelievably long nails — not just on her fingers, but her toes too. Dono haathon aur pairon ke nakhun itne lambe the ki unhe dekhte hi meri body react karne lagi.

Woh koi normal Mistress nahi thi. Bloody hell — she looked like a dark queen sent to ruin me.

Mam ne ek baar bhi soft nahi kiya. Unke sharp, curved nails mere chest se lekar thighs tak... and then my cock… sab jagah scratch kiya. Pehle halki kharoch, phir deeper... aur jab blood aaya, main toot gaya. But I didn't want her to stop. Woh pain mere liye pleasure ban chuka tha.

Har baar jab unke nails meri skin par chalte the, main sirf sochta tha — “Mujhe ye chahiye tha… bas ye hi.” Aur mam ne mujhe poora diya. No mercy, no pause — just pure domination through her sexy-ass claws.

Mam khud itni khubsurat thi ki main aankhen hata hi nahi pa raha tha. Unke lips, unki eyes, unka dark aura — sab kuch hypnotic. Lekin uss din unke nails ne jo kiya mere saath... I will never forget that sensation.

Thank you, Anu Mam, for making my fantasy so fucking real. Next time, scratch deeper. Mujhe ab aur chahiye.

The moment I stepped into Anu Mam’s room, the sharp echo of her heels across the floor made my heart race. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a warning, a promise. My body reacted before she even touched me. I was already in a headspace of submission.

Then came the trampling… and f*ck, it was everything I needed.

Her heels pressed down on my cock with expert control—sometimes slowly grinding, sometimes brutally sharp. Every move felt calculated, like she knew exactly where it hurt and where it turned me on the most. When she moved to my balls, I felt that beautiful mix of fear and hunger. Her ballbusting wasn’t just powerful—it was personal. She made me feel weak, owned, and so painfully alive.

I didn’t want her to stop. I didn’t want to breathe without her permission.

Anu doesn’t just dominate your body—she invades your mind. I came in with fantasies… and she shattered them all, then built new ones on the spot.

This wasn’t just a session. It was a f*cking transformation.

Thank you, Anu Mam, for breaking me exactly how I wanted. I’ll crawl back for more.

I had this raw, unshakable fantasy—long, wicked nails raking over my skin, deep cock and ball punches that made me feel completely owned. I needed it real, rough, and precise. I searched everywhere… and then I found Anu.

The moment she walked in—those dangerously beautiful silver nails catching the light—I knew I was in the right hands. The first scratch across my chest sent chills through my body. She didn’t hesitate. Her nails danced over my skin, then dug in with that perfect mix of pain and control. It wasn’t random—it was art. And she knew exactly how much to give and when to hold back.

Then came the ball punching… and f*ck, it was perfect. Her fists, her timing, her cold stare—it all hit deeper than just the body. I felt stripped of ego, completely exposed, and exactly where I wanted to be. Anu didn’t just meet my fantasy—she owned it, twisted it, and made it better.

When it was over, I wasn’t just satisfied… I was wrecked in the best way. My body still carries the marks, and my mind is still stuck in that room.

Thank you, Anu. I’ll be back, harder and hungrier.

From the moment I entered her space, I felt it—the shift. That quiet but undeniable force of dominance. Anu Malkin didn’t just play a role—she owned the room, and within minutes, she owned me.

I had gone in thinking I’d explore a few limits. Maybe play safe. But what happened was so much more. Anu read me better than I read myself. She took control without asking permission—because she didn’t need to. Her touch was both soft and sharp, sensual and brutal, unpredictable in the most addicting way. One moment I was floating in pleasure, the next I was pinned under the weight of her command, my entire body responding to every signal she gave.

She wasn’t just performing scenes. She was pulling something out of me I didn’t know I was holding back. Every whisper, every slap, every tease, every pause—it all felt intentional. Like she already knew what I needed before I could admit it.

By the end, I was undone—in the best possible way. My mind, my body, my submission… everything belonged to her. And honestly? That’s exactly what I wanted.

Anu, you didn’t just give me a session. You gave me an awakening.

I can’t wait to kneel again.

I had been searching everywhere for real needle play… but nothing ever came close to what I truly wanted. Most were too soft, too careful—until I finally met Anu Mam. From the moment I saw her, I knew she understood exactly what I needed—not just pain, but control, intensity, and deep submission.

She didn’t hold back. She placed 20 sharp needles on my cock, slowly and deliberately, each one pushing me deeper into submission. Then 5 more on each nipple, sending waves of pain and pleasure through my chest. I was shaking—but not from fear. It was the raw thrill of finally getting what I had been starving for.

Then came the most intense part—8 needles on both my balls. The pressure, the stretch, the bite of every insertion—it was overwhelming in the most beautiful way. Anu Mam’s control, precision, and total awareness of my limits made the session not just safe, but deeply arousing.

I had dreamed of this kind of play for so long. And Anu Mam gave it to me exactly how I needed it. Rough. Real. Relentless. Yet still full of care and control.

I walked away bruised, marked, and completely owned—and I loved every second of it. Thank you, Anu Mam, for giving me what no one else could. I’ll be back again—because now, nothing less will ever be enough.

I had been craving this for a long time—someone who could mix seduction with real control. The moment I saw Anu Mam walk in wearing that deep red lipstick, I was already half undone. She didn’t need to speak. Her presence, that slow smirk, and the glint in her eyes were enough to make me melt.

When she leaned down and took my nipple between her soft, luscious lips, I almost lost control. It wasn’t just a bite—it was a claim. The pressure, the heat, the way she held my chest and teased with just her mouth—it made my whole body tremble. I’ve never felt so sensitive, so vulnerable... and so aroused.

But what took me over the edge were her long, perfectly-shaped nails. She knew exactly how to use them—dragging them slowly across my skin, scratching just enough to make me gasp. Every touch was intentional. She marked me not with force, but with desire. My back, my thighs, my chest—every spot she touched felt electric. I didn’t just want more—I needed more.

Anu Mam doesn’t rush. She takes her time, explores you, watches your reactions, and pushes every button with expert control. Her mix of elegance and cruelty is addicting. She made me feel owned… yet craved. The session didn’t just arouse me—it awakened something deep inside that had been waiting.

This wasn’t a one-time experience. It was the beginning of an addiction. I walked out of that room marked, used, and fully satisfied—yet already hungry for the next time. Thank you, Anu Mam. You didn’t just give me pleasure… you gave me what I desperately needed.

From the moment Mistress Anu stepped into the room wearing those sleek, black high heels, I knew I was about to experience something I had secretly craved for a long time. The sharp click of her heels on the floor made my heart race. She didn’t say a word—just looked down at me with that intense, dominant gaze. I was already weak.

As she stepped onto my body, the world slowed down. Every inch of her weight pressing into me through those heels sent a shockwave of pain and pleasure I can’t fully describe. It wasn’t just physical—it was mental. The feeling of being crushed under her, willingly, helplessly... it was exactly what I needed.

She knew how to tease and punish. At moments, she balanced lightly—almost playful. Then, without warning, she pressed down harder, grinding that heel into my chest, stomach, thighs… owning every part of me. I moaned from the pressure, but deep inside, I was begging for more. I didn’t want her to stop.

The pain wasn’t just pain—it was a message: "You belong beneath me." And in that moment, I truly did. I felt humiliated, aroused, grateful, and completely addicted to her power.

Mistress Anu isn’t just skilled—she’s deadly precise. She reads your body like a book, knows exactly how far to go, and takes you right to that breaking point where pain becomes worship. When she finally stepped off, my body ached... but my mind was flying. I didn't just enjoy it—I needed it. I had searched for this kind of domination for so long.

Thank you, Mistress Anu, for stepping all over me—literally and mentally. I’ll be on my knees, waiting for the next time.

I had been craving something darker—something that danced on the edge of danger, control, and raw desire. I wanted to feel vulnerable, exposed... yet completely safe in someone else's hands. That’s what led me to search for a true expert in knife play. The moment I saw Mistress Anu holding the blade in her fingers—confident, calm, commanding—I knew she was the one.

Our session started with a quiet tension. I was nervous, but hungry for the experience. She didn’t speak much—she didn’t need to. The sound of the knife being unsheathed was enough to make my breath catch. Then came that first cold kiss of metal on my skin. My body went still. It was electric. Erotic. Terrifying—and I loved every second of it.

She didn’t rush. Mistress Anu moved slowly, deliberately, letting the sharp edge tease every inch of my body. Sometimes she barely touched me, other times she lingered just long enough to make me squirm. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, not from fear, but from the pure surrender of giving up control to someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

The beauty of her knife play isn’t just in the sensation—it’s in the psychology. She made me feel helpless, but never unsafe. Her gaze, her tone, the way she read my reactions... I felt seen, owned, and completely hers.

I left that session shaky, marked, and forever changed. It wasn’t just pain or pleasure—it was power, trust, and submission woven into one unforgettable experience. I didn’t just want it—I needed it. And I can’t wait to return to her blade.

I always fantasized about giving myself completely—body, skin, soul—to someone who knew how to own it. I needed intensity. I needed control. I needed pain that meant something. That’s when I found Mistress Anu. From the moment I first knelt before her, I knew she wasn’t like anyone else.

When she brought out the needles and looked into my eyes, I felt exposed in the most beautiful way. She didn’t rush. Her hands were steady, her eyes focused. I wasn’t just lying there—I was surrendering every part of myself to her.

As she worked her way across my chest, each prick of the needle made me gasp—not just from the pain, but from the emotion. She marked me, not just physically, but mentally. When she moved down to my pussy, I trembled. The sensation was sharp, intense… but layered with a kind of care that made it all the more overwhelming. I felt everything—pain, pleasure, vulnerability, arousal—all crashing into each other.

Mistress Anu’s control is exquisite. She knows exactly how far to go—how to hurt you in the way you’ve been secretly begging for. Every needle she inserted made me feel more owned, more hers. And after it was done, when she looked at her work and smiled... I felt proud to carry her marks.

I didn’t just want this. I needed this. Mistress Anu gave me more than a session—she gave me transformation. And I would kneel for her again in a heartbeat.

I’ve always had a deep craving for long nails. That slow, sharp scratch… the sting that sends chills down your spine—it turns me on in a way nothing else can. But no one ever really understood it. I needed someone who truly got it. Someone who could use their nails not just to tease my skin, but to control my mind. That’s when I started searching… and that’s when I found her—Mistress Anu.

The moment I saw her perfectly shaped, dangerously long nails, I froze. My heart started pounding. I just knew—this is what I had been looking for. She didn’t just have long nails… she owned them. And she knew exactly how to use them.

In our first session, when her nails made contact with my body… it was electric. Every slow drag across my chest, every sharp flick down my back—I wasn’t just moaning from pain. I was moaning from the sheer intensity of being seen, known, and owned. She scratched not just my skin, but deep into my desires.

Anu didn’t rush. She played with me like an instrument—scratching, pausing, making me beg for more. Her nails left trails that burned, marks that lasted for days. But more than that, they left a mark on my soul. I craved it. I needed it. And now I can't imagine going back.

Mistress Anu didn’t just satisfy my fetish—she awakened something primal inside me. I went in looking for a session… and I walked out devoted.