The slave stands in his jeans and a black mask on his head in the middle of the room, tied by his wrists. Mistress Ariel doesn't hide her satisfied face, when she looks at his bare chest and imagines the marks she is going to leave on his skin with her thin, but painful whip. She starts hitting his chest, precisely picking out her targets one after the other and as purple bruises appears on his skin, she feels more and more excited.