Much like my namesakes who lured sailors to their demise with their entrancing songs of doom, I, Siren Hikaru will inspire my insolent slave with my dreaded leather snake whip, to sing a song of delicious surrender.

My whip strikes are agonizing as they lacerate his back and ass, but his cries are sweet music to my ears. Inspiring me to strike him harder and harder, take him further and further beyond his threshold. I orchestrate each and every note that leaves his lips, as I crack his backside with my leather whip. I push him further, and he squeals. Further still, and he ho... Show more