My black and gold braided bullwhip is truly one of my most prized instrument of pain. It takes so little effort on my part, and yet it strikes the soft flesh of my pain pet with cruel intentions, ripping and tearing his back, shoulders and ass in mere seconds. Each agonizing strike leaves him shrieking in pain and begging for my divine mercy. But of course his pleas go unattended.

I am the Queen of unspeakable torment, and any slave privileged enough to exist in my realm must become accustomed to my sadistic desires. Why else would I ever possibly want such inferior beings? Certain... Show more