It's been an hour since My slave's last whipping. Strapped to the St. Andrew's cross, with his back full of marks, he has been patiently waiting for Me to come back. Dressed in black shiny latex, I approach him and touch the lovely marks that I left earlier. Now it's time for him to take the rest of the punishment he deserves, and I expect him to take it as the man he pretends to be. My whip bites deep into his skin with every lash, making him scream like a . The marks quickly multiply and their color intensifies. The slave knows he can't escape, but his instincts tell him to struggle. No ... Show more