Still irritated by my slave's inability to keep his mouth off of my thighs while worshipping my boots, I am determined to punish him severely for his disobedience. On his knees below me where he belongs, I lash out at him with a dreaded leather snake whip. The bite from this whip is agonizing, as it cuts through the air and his baby soft flesh.

I am cruel and relentless with this slave's punishment, because this is what he deserves and needs. How dare his lips touch my precious thighs, when I clearly stated that he was not to go above the boot line. But he will learn quickly, that ... Show more