My insubordinate slave is bound tightly to my inescapable bondage bench, shackled at the wrists and ankles, heavy leather straps spread tightly across his back and legs to hold him firmly in place. He is well prepared, like a Christmas goose lol, for a much deserved evening of pleasure and pain. Pleasure for me, Pain for him.

My vicious cat of nine tails tears at my victim's flesh like a thousand red hot razor blades. It of course bruises and cuts the skin upon impact. But even more deliciously, it sends a burning, searing pain radiating throughout every fiber in his body and linge...

My insubordinate slave is bound tightly to my inescapable bondage bench, shackled at the wrists and ankles, heavy leather straps spread tightly across his back and legs to hold him firmly in place. He is well prepared, like a Christmas goose lol, for a much deserved evening of pleasure and pain. Pleasure for me, Pain for him.

My vicious cat of nine tails tears at my victim's flesh like a thousand red hot razor blades. It of course bruises and cuts the skin upon impact. But even more deliciously, it sends a burning, searing pain radiating throughout every fiber in his body and lingers long after the whip strike. So before the pain even begins to dissipate, the next strike of my whip is upon him. Should I slip a ball gag into his mouth? No, I think not. I would prefer to be entertained by his pleas for mercy.

The pain is relentless, and grows exponentially. His punishment is merciless and unforgiving, and deservedly so. It is intended to break him, to show him emphatically who is his owner. His desperate screams for mercy will fall on deaf ears tonight, as there will be no mercy. There will be no reprise. There will be no forgivness. Only pain and pleasure.