Dressed head to toe in formal black, it looks like I'm going to a funeral, and in a way I am. Upon viewing my dress my slave knows today's whipping is going to be lethal, and braces himself according. I begin hitting him at full pelt with no respite between strokes. I am going to take out all of my frustrations on him today, and such a severe beating is what I demand for the privilege of calling me mistress.

My slave is trodden with a variety of whips. The only break he gets from his unrelenting beating is when I turn my back to obtain another whip. I want him wearing my ma... Show more