My continues. I relentlessly slap his nipples with my riding crop, making them swell; he starts to moan with the pain. Next I give him a short reprieve to view the damage; then I'm back on the attack, ripping his nipples off over and over again with vicious whipping from my crop. It seems a little too easy. His skin is so tender; how the whipping takes us both to new highs in sub and domme consciousness.

But I crave more! I look into his eyes and see a man broken; his only thought is, “Have I taken enough for you, mistress? Will it be over soon”? I know he is thinking this... Show more