In this clip, I employ not one, but two vicious single tail whips to offer my gift of exquisite pain and suffering to my privileged slave. This is perhaps my finest masterpiece of sadomasochistic persecution, as I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes on my helpless captive, until he is quivering and begging for a reprieve from his Goddess.

I am relentless and calculating, with the precision of a surgeon, as each strike rips through his flesh like a hot blade through butter. I offer only a brief postponement of his suffering, for the occasional slap or spit to his face. He ha...

In this clip, I employ not one, but two vicious single tail whips to offer my gift of exquisite pain and suffering to my privileged slave. This is perhaps my finest masterpiece of sadomasochistic persecution, as I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes on my helpless captive, until he is quivering and begging for a reprieve from his Goddess.

I am relentless and calculating, with the precision of a surgeon, as each strike rips through his flesh like a hot blade through butter. I offer only a brief postponement of his suffering, for the occasional slap or spit to his face. He has nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from Goddess' whips. As it should be. Tonight, I will surely own this new slave.

I want him to suffer silently...to control his reactions under the of my whip. To insure his silence, I have warned him not to utter a sound...not even the softest whimper, or I will end his suffering and exile him to ponder his empty existence without me.

As my whip tears at his flesh, he remains silent. As his body convulses, he remains silent. As the tears flow down his cheeks, he remains silent. But with each whip strike, his urge to cry out grows more and more, and it is only a matter of time before I have pushed him past his breaking point and he frantically cries out for mercy.