Already bearing the scars of a previous whipping, the slave is securely bound waiting to be whipped by the leather clad Domina Liza. She tells him she is first to severely whip his front, and after that he will be turned to deal with his back. Hooded and unable to see, all the slave can do is hear the relentless crack of the whip as his flesh is struck again and again. Occasionally stopping to examine her handiwork and the array of stripes covering his skin, she smiles as she watches him suffer...