My slave is bound in in his stomach, his ass in the air, awaiting whatever I decide to do to him. I enter in, elegant in my long latex gown, not for him of course, but because a goddess should appear regal when thrashing her minion scum. Arranged in front of me are a vast assortment of canes. My slave is timid and afraid, he should be.

I begin light but hard. Every strike sends shivers up his spine as the sheer of my well toned arms delivers strike after strike upon his naked ass. It is only a matter of time before I move up the line to something heavier, larger, meaner. I will beat h... Show more