I have bound my slave over the whipping bench, his hands strung up high overhead. He is hooded in black leather, lost in darkness, he has no way of knowing what's coming next and he cannot brace himself to lessen the pain. I lash at his flesh with my whip, after which I surprise him by gently caressing his back with my leather gloved hand. The erotic pleasure contrasts with the pain and will make it hurt all the more when I start up again.

My short leather quirt is the perfect instrument of dire pain, as I relentlessly strike his back, ass and legs until he is shaking like a leaf i... Show more