Mistress Athena and I have a beautiful blank canvas to paint on by using Our whips as brushes. Our chattel, bound tightly in the cock stock, is nothing more than an object for Us to amuse Ourselves with, silent and still. his ass is bruised from an earlier caning , but the top side of his back is still pristine, just asking for Our attention. The nasty tips of Our whips lay down a rosy undercoat of fresh welts, and Our human canvas soon starts to cry out in pain. However, his aroused dick reveals that his suffering is not entirely unple... Show more