Having already endured a severe and prolonged whipping, this unfortunate slave presumed his torment was over, and his freedom eminent. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. Apparently, one should never presume or second guess his owner's intentions.

For this next round, Goddess' weapon of choice is a thin rattan cane. Flimsy in appearance, but it's effect on one's flesh and spirit is unmatched in the BDSM genre. An ominous swishing sound cuts the air, and the first strike lands squarely across both ass cheeks. The impact is excruciating as the searing pain builds and reverberates throug...

Having already endured a severe and prolonged whipping, this unfortunate slave presumed his torment was over, and his freedom eminent. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. Apparently, one should never presume or second guess his owner's intentions.

For this next round, Goddess' weapon of choice is a thin rattan cane. Flimsy in appearance, but it's effect on one's flesh and spirit is unmatched in the BDSM genre. An ominous swishing sound cuts the air, and the first strike lands squarely across both ass cheeks. The impact is excruciating as the searing pain builds and reverberates through every nerve ending in his body.

Again and again and again Goddess Tangent's cane lands on his exposed ass with the precision of a surgeon, leaving a series of long, thin bruises down the length of his buttocks and thighs. Goddess' "marks" that shall remain with him long after the pain subsides. To remind him not to second guess his Owner. To remind him of his place.

Strike after agonizing strike, the cane burns deep into his flesh, as he falls deeper and deeper into a state of submissive euphoria. With each blow his surrender to the agonizing pain escalates, his eyes glaze over, his heart begins to race, and he is completely broken to the will of his Goddess. Lesson learned.