With my slave bound helplessly on my steel spider web. I decide to use one of my most feared and intense thrasher whips on him. As the name implies, the thrasher really makes its point as it strikes a slaves exposed body. It takes little effort to shred a mans flesh with this powerful instrument of tortuure.

With each powerful blow, he wilts before me, falling deeper and deeper into a state of masochistic bliss. This is what he lives for, what he craves most. Pain from his beautiful Goddess. And with each moment and whip strike, his pain escalates to a feverish pitch.

He s...

With my slave bound helplessly on my steel spider web. I decide to use one of my most feared and intense thrasher whips on him. As the name implies, the thrasher really makes its point as it strikes a slaves exposed body. It takes little effort to shred a mans flesh with this powerful instrument of tortuure.

With each powerful blow, he wilts before me, falling deeper and deeper into a state of masochistic bliss. This is what he lives for, what he craves most. Pain from his beautiful Goddess. And with each moment and whip strike, his pain escalates to a feverish pitch.

He screams in agony, but his screams only fuel my sadistic need to push him further, deeper. Until he drops to his knees before me and thanks me for the gift which no one else can offer him. He is mine, body and soul. Forever.