My bound and helpless slave is trapped in a love/hate relationship. He loves the magnificence of my leather, but he hates the sting of my bullwhips. Because I am feeling both generous AND sadistic, today I will grant him both.

Dressed in body hugging black leather leggings, halter top, thigh high boots and gloves, I am a leather fetishist's wet dream come true. But on this occasion, I prefer to deny him the privilege of seeing me in my leathers, and a deprivation hood over his face. Only if I choose to stand directly in front of him, will he be able to take in my exaltedness. What ...

My bound and helpless slave is trapped in a love/hate relationship. He loves the magnificence of my leather, but he hates the sting of my bullwhips. Because I am feeling both generous AND sadistic, today I will grant him both.

Dressed in body hugging black leather leggings, halter top, thigh high boots and gloves, I am a leather fetishist's wet dream come true. But on this occasion, I prefer to deny him the privilege of seeing me in my leathers, and a deprivation hood over his face. Only if I choose to stand directly in front of him, will he be able to take in my exaltedness. What a pity.

Completely vulnerable with his hands bound high above his head, I can torment him in any number of ways. But today, it will be my whips that break his body and spirit. One lethal whip after another, I tear at his flesh until he is bruised, welted and lacerated. On his back, his ass, his legs, everywhere. Strike after agonizing strike, I am relentless in my attack as I watch him fall deeper and deeper into a state of submissive euphoria.

Just when it appears as if he can take no more, I simply stand in front of him and allow him the privilege of seeing me in full leather regalia. This precious gift of sight is all that he needs to resume his devotion to pleasing my sadistic nature. A soft whisper in his year and my leather gloved hand shoved in his mouth, and I leave him enraptured...his head reeling...his heart racing...his knees buckling.

This is what he lives for. To serve, to suffer, and to be owned by his leather clad owner. His Goddess. His Whip Mistress. He is mine forever.