I feel the excitement a gets opening presents on Christmas morning with every crack of my whip. I'm so thrilled to see what kind of mark it left. They are presents to me, from me. Some of them thick and pink, raised upon your skin. Others are fiercely red lacerations.

I leave a masterpiece upon your flesh from the top of your neck to the bottom of your ass.

My masterpiece tells a story of our relationship. It tells tales of your submission to my power and it expresses the level of control I have over you and your body. I love to come close and admire my work, tracing ea... Show more