(Cybill Does Berlin: Part 2)

I flew my slave halfway around the world just to take his skin off; and it all starts with the cane. Releasing him fro his accommodations, a cold jail cell in the back of the dungeon, I strap him down immobilized to the bench and ready to be welcomed back into my stable.
He hasn't felt the sting of my cane in months, but is soon reacquainted with the feel of unbearable pain as I mercilessly strike his ass again and again. When one cane breaks into pieces, I have another waiting, him to beg me to continue his agonizing punishment, even when he can not e... Show more