The bullwhip is my favorite instrument of ; its heavy and brings out the strength within my body. Ive got a serious masochist in my dungeon, and no matter how loudly he screams, he secretly craves more and more pain. I oblige, bowing my back and throwing every bit of my womanly power into each blistering stroke. Ive got him dancing in place, jiggling up and down to temporarily alleviate his suffering. Every square inch of his milky skin is streaked and blotched with open wounds and splashed bloood!

I concentrate the lashes of the bullwhip on his bare behind. As I whip his ass... Show more