Now that my work is done and my helpless pain pet is covered from head to toe in clothespins, the only thing left to do now, is remove them. So I take my favorite leather riding crop and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! and off they come, one by one, or in bunches, whichever I choose.

Most fly off rather easily in fact, unable to bear up under the impact of my whip. But some, especially those engulfing his bruised and swollen genitals, seem to want to resist the blows of my crop. So what is left for me to do, but to sadistically thrash his cock and ball sack with my whip until each and every c... Show more