The rubber flogger wraps around the torso of a naked man better than anything else. I'm behind my slave, whipping his sides till they turn a vivid pink. I slice with the multi-lash whip all the way around to his chest, connecting with his sensitive nipples, until suddenly he breaks out crying like a baby. Nothing stings quiet like it.

“Shut up,” I insist angrily, grabbing him by the hair and spitting the words into his face. “Shut up.” That silences him, as I go to town on his back. I switch to a twirling technique; the tips of the flogger flys tattooing his skin rat-a-ta... Show more