Red is the color of my true love's ass HA HA! And it's getting redder and redder by the second. Thanks to the excruciating strikes of my (what else) bright red bamboo cane. It all so nicely compliments my form fitting red latex dress, wouldn't you agree?

But I don't stop there. Red is the color of the day. I'm all about the red. So when I have his ass and thighs glowing in the most decadent color red imaginable, I switch (pardon the pun) to an even more painful cane, which will quickly cause the red to flow freely as I rip and tear at his baby soft flesh with my relentless attack. ...

Red is the color of my true love's ass HA HA! And it's getting redder and redder by the second. Thanks to the excruciating strikes of my (what else) bright red bamboo cane. It all so nicely compliments my form fitting red latex dress, wouldn't you agree?

But I don't stop there. Red is the color of the day. I'm all about the red. So when I have his ass and thighs glowing in the most decadent color red imaginable, I switch (pardon the pun) to an even more painful cane, which will quickly cause the red to flow freely as I rip and tear at his baby soft flesh with my relentless attack.

With each searing blow, he falls deeper and deeper into a mindless, obedient state of being, willing to suffer for my pleasure. For consistency sake, we will call this the Red Zone. And as he dives headlong into this abyss of pain and pleasure he finally comes to understand his true purpose in this life as my property.