While my helpless victim is chained to a giant bondage web, I relentlessly punish my bound slave with one of my favorite and most dreaded whips. Why you may ask? Because it serves to keep him in his proper place, and simply because I can. LOL

I rip the flesh from his ass and back until he begs for mercy. But his pleas fall on deaf ears, as I stop when I decide to stop. Not before. And never before he has been given a proper attitude adjustment and he truly knows his rightful place and who owns his ass. That would be ME!

I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes, until ...

While my helpless victim is chained to a giant bondage web, I relentlessly punish my bound slave with one of my favorite and most dreaded whips. Why you may ask? Because it serves to keep him in his proper place, and simply because I can. LOL

I rip the flesh from his ass and back until he begs for mercy. But his pleas fall on deaf ears, as I stop when I decide to stop. Not before. And never before he has been given a proper attitude adjustment and he truly knows his rightful place and who owns his ass. That would be ME!

I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes, until he is screaming and begging for a reprieve. I adore the way his body trembles beneath me. As each strike rips through his flesh I offer only an occasional brief postponement of his suffering, for him to ponder his fate and briefly gaze upon my perfection. He has nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from Goddess’ whip. As it should be.