With my insubordinate slave bound and helpless, he is ripe for a much deserved discipline beatdown. He should have know better than to test me, as he will always lose. And when he does, there will be hell to pay at the end of my most feared leather riding crops.

Strike after searing strike, I tear the soft flesh from his shoulders, back, ass and legs. If i feel extremely kind, i will stop there. If not, there are so many other exposed and vulnerable areas of his carcass i can torment, if I wish to do so. But at least for now, I will focus my sadistic attention on welting, bruising ...

With my insubordinate slave bound and helpless, he is ripe for a much deserved discipline beatdown. He should have know better than to test me, as he will always lose. And when he does, there will be hell to pay at the end of my most feared leather riding crops.

Strike after searing strike, I tear the soft flesh from his shoulders, back, ass and legs. If i feel extremely kind, i will stop there. If not, there are so many other exposed and vulnerable areas of his carcass i can torment, if I wish to do so. But at least for now, I will focus my sadistic attention on welting, bruising and lacerating the aforementioned body parts.

My riding crops are bad ass. The great equalizer, if you will and definitely not for the faint of heart. Each and every strike from my crops leave him screaming for mercy at the top of his lungs. But noncompliant pets do not get to see a kind and merciful Goddess. They only get to experience the sadistic bitch that will beat them down until they are groveling on their belly and kissing my boot heels for forgiveness.