Young flesh is usually soft flesh, and soft flesh rips apart more easily under the whip than hard, old flesh. I enjoy whipping any man, but there is something especially pleasing for me to have some young, white and soft flesh to whip. Me, Mistress Dometria, can be so cruel and I had this slave strapped up in my punishment frame, with his cock bound up and his balls poking out in front of him. I find that this makes someone feel incredible vulnerable whilst I'm whipping them. The thought that a deliberate (or maybe accidental) stroke of my whip might just strike his balls, keeps a slave subdue...

Young flesh is usually soft flesh, and soft flesh rips apart more easily under the whip than hard, old flesh. I enjoy whipping any man, but there is something especially pleasing for me to have some young, white and soft flesh to whip. Me, Mistress Dometria, can be so cruel and I had this slave strapped up in my punishment frame, with his cock bound up and his balls poking out in front of him. I find that this makes someone feel incredible vulnerable whilst I'm whipping them. The thought that a deliberate (or maybe accidental) stroke of my whip might just strike his balls, keeps a slave subdued and wary of me. Just how I like it. I whip this slave harshly and cruelly across his chest and across his back, giving him the occasional lash across his cock and balls. I whipped him until he dropped and until he hung helplessly by his wrists. When I had finished with him he drank my own golden liquid to revive himself. Mistress's own very personal and special brew.