What choice do you have? If you dream of becoming MY slave, then you have absolutely no choice but to surrender your mind, body and soul to my whip. None!

It is after all, my preferred method of inflicting pain and torment. My “go to” weapon of choice, if you will. I need no reason to make my slaves suffer under my whip. No pretentious excuse or role play scenario. I do so, simply because I want to. Because I can. Because I am The Queen! And because all inferiors are instructed to lower themselves to me and endure whatever punishments or pleasures I choose to bestow on them. ...

What choice do you have? If you dream of becoming MY slave, then you have absolutely no choice but to surrender your mind, body and soul to my whip. None!

It is after all, my preferred method of inflicting pain and torment. My “go to” weapon of choice, if you will. I need no reason to make my slaves suffer under my whip. No pretentious excuse or role play scenario. I do so, simply because I want to. Because I can. Because I am The Queen! And because all inferiors are instructed to lower themselves to me and endure whatever punishments or pleasures I choose to bestow on them.

This lucky slave found himself tightly ensnared in my wall-mounted, padded bondage frame. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, he is fully exposed, spread eagle and vulnerable to the bite of one of my favorite whips, a kangaroo leather Quirt.

It takes little effort to inflict great pain with this whip, as you can see by the tears flowing from his rubber hood, and his primal screams which fill my play space. From the top of his chest, to his nipples, stomach, cock and balls, thighs, calves, and even his feet, not an inch of his body escapes my fury and wrath. Welcome to my world.