This is a Sjambok, a traditional South African whip crafted from hippo leather, rabbit gifted Me one of these exquisite tools, and I adore it. Though this particular Sjambok isn’t Mine, it’s hers, and I have never used it, which just adds to the experience.

It’s freezing outside, and she’s already endured an intense single-tail session. Now, I’ll finish her torment with this beautiful Sjambok. She may be smiling now, but I know that won’t last.

The first strike lands at just twenty per cent of My strength, and the look on her face says it all: this is pain on a whole ne...

This is a Sjambok, a traditional South African whip crafted from hippo leather, rabbit gifted Me one of these exquisite tools, and I adore it. Though this particular Sjambok isn’t Mine, it’s hers, and I have never used it, which just adds to the experience.

It’s freezing outside, and she’s already endured an intense single-tail session. Now, I’ll finish her torment with this beautiful Sjambok. She may be smiling now, but I know that won’t last.

The first strike lands at just twenty per cent of My strength, and the look on her face says it all: this is pain on a whole new level. The second stroke lifts her feet off the ground, her body instinctively reacting to the sharp sting. Slowly, I’ll build the intensity, pushing her toward the point where the pain transforms into masochistic pleasure. Seeing her naked body writhing on the cold grass, reddened and marked under My instrument of control, excites Me immensely.

As her arse grows redder and hotter, it’s time to increase the power. Her big mouth only adds to her troubles, and I decide she won’t have time to recover between strikes. Every lash is harder than the last, driving her to gasp and writhe exactly as I desire. Her attempts at being cute only fuel My sadistic pleasure, urging Me to strike her even more powerfully.

I decided to teach her to count the strokes in Romanian; it added an extra layer of fun. Each mistake meant starting over, and her struggle only added to My amusement. By the end, the lesson was burned into her mind and her flesh.

How would you endure under My Sjambok?

This was a private play filmed on My phone with only natural lighting.