My whipping boy is uncomfortably tie up to the ceiling in a bent-over position. his panties which with a big cut-out in the back are like a bullseye for My single-tail whip kisses. I start inflicting pain without any discussion or warm-up. I get so wet seeing him dance and tremble under the lashes of one of My favorite signal whips. he is just a toy to be used by Me, a whipping boy. I can whip him as hard as I want, for as long as I want, he has no say in this. All he can do is groan and scream...