My cat like purring voice disguises my intentions. I awaken my subject from his hopeful daydream of a lovey-dovey session with a shocking barrage of maxed-out whiplashes that have him dancing a painful skip. He was sneaking an admiring glance at my sexy corset too. Now, when I roar, “Look at me!” he stares into my cold dark eyes, not at my soft breasts. I whip him more, each shot like a rifle crack on his skin.

The onslaught brings tears. I question his willingness to please me, he mumbles in the affirmative and I continue the merciless barrage. Down his torso I go, to his ... Show more