I adore binding a male slave over my whipping bench: At the same time that he presents his body to me naked for a merciless paddling, he bows like a peasant before a princess, The Princess of Pain. I grab a fistful of hair, yank back his head and hold it there while I cream his backside. His pitiful cries of urge me on, and I increase the of his .

Positioning myself in front of him, I use his hair again to yank his face up. I study it, enjoying the weird distortion of his miserable features as I bitch-slap his cheeks with the paddle. Then I spit on him and whack some more.... Show more