In my hottest outfit, masked and booted, I feel hot, sexy and anxious to show what I do at my sadistic best. The bullwhip intensifies me; it enhances my power. The strength in my petite arm is amplified by the leverage and flexibility of the plaited leather; the accelerated tip bites into the soft flesh of the man's back and drives crazy pain through his muscles and nerves. Each whip-crack is met with an agonized cry from his lips.

One particularly wicked strike of my whip sends him howling and skipping up and down in place. I like that, and swing the same way again, but h... Show more