Don't let Goddess Kyaa's modest, librarian-esque appearance fool you. Beneath her unassuming presence, lies the dark hunger of a dominant sadist. A true lifestyle femdom who lives to make men crawl beneath her and succumb to her will.

One to easily break a man with nothing more than her diabolical imagination and bare hands, every now and again she enjoys utilizing a whip or two to give the inferior male race a good thrashing. She especially loves making them cry for her wicked amusement.

Strike after agonizing strike, Kyaa whips him relentlessly, leaving him welted, bruis...

Don't let Goddess Kyaa's modest, librarian-esque appearance fool you. Beneath her unassuming presence, lies the dark hunger of a dominant sadist. A true lifestyle femdom who lives to make men crawl beneath her and succumb to her will.

One to easily break a man with nothing more than her diabolical imagination and bare hands, every now and again she enjoys utilizing a whip or two to give the inferior male race a good thrashing. She especially loves making them cry for her wicked amusement.

Strike after agonizing strike, Kyaa whips him relentlessly, leaving him welted, bruised and lacerated in mere seconds. Again and again her whip hits it's intended target with precision accuracy. In little time, his pleas for mercy fill the air. But she has no intention of offering this pet mercy, that is until she sees his delicious tears of agony cascading down his chubby cheeks.

A blistering barrage of severe whip strikes to his back and ass, and right on cue, the tears fall like rain. The more he sobs, the more it fuels her sadistic hunger. Whipping him harder and harder, she repeatedly taunts him with her pain mantra "Cry for me, bitch". The combination of the agonizing whip strikes and her verbal humiliation is overwhelming, leaving him on the floor in a fetal position, bawling in a puddle of his own tears.