With my slave helplessly bound to my steel bondage frame, I can and will do pretty much anything I wish with him. And what I wish to do, is make him suffer for his impertinence. An attitude adjustment is long overdue for this unruly slave, and so a good thrashing is in order with one of my most lethal whips, which I fondly refer to as The Twisted Thrasher.

This unique whip combines both leather and rubber tails, twisted and bound into one very painful instrument of torment. Each strike is like a thousand needles cutting into the flesh, and with every strike, the twisting motion ser...

With my slave helplessly bound to my steel bondage frame, I can and will do pretty much anything I wish with him. And what I wish to do, is make him suffer for his impertinence. An attitude adjustment is long overdue for this unruly slave, and so a good thrashing is in order with one of my most lethal whips, which I fondly refer to as The Twisted Thrasher.

This unique whip combines both leather and rubber tails, twisted and bound into one very painful instrument of torment. Each strike is like a thousand needles cutting into the flesh, and with every strike, the twisting motion serves to lacerate the soft flesh further. In mere seconds, his back is ravaged with welts, cuts and bruises, while he helplessly screams for mercy. But my twisted thrasher whip shows no mercy!

After having shredded his back, I turn my attention to his fully exposed cock and balls. It is here, that I demonstrate my pure and absolute power over my male subjects. Over and over, I relentlessly thrash his family jewels, until they are one enormous mass of welted and bruised flesh.

Oh how I do love the sound of my whip as it slams into the flesh of my slave's private parts. Perhaps second only to the sound of his guttural screams, trapped deep in the back of his throat.