I love having my disrespectful slave bound, nude and hopeless trembling in anticipation of what is to come. The sound of my 6 inch stiletto heels scraping wickedly across the cold concrete floor sends tremors down his feeble spine.

He dare not look in my direction for the next thing he will see is my dreaded thrasher whip. This whip is not for the faint of heart. It's used to instill a serious attitude adjustment for those daring to question my authority.

Blow after agonizing blow, my whip rips the soft flesh from his back leaving him welted bruised and lacerated in mere s... Show more