I just had a casual dinner on My balcony with My poodle, and now I am in the mood to hurt him. When I am dressed in leather I really get in the mood for whipping. I own his body, and I can do whatever I want to it. As he kneels in front of Me, I begin by whipping his sensitive nipples just enough to enjoy seeing him flinch in pain with every strike, but I want much more than this. I tease his dicklet while whipping him, but I am not pleased to find his dicklet isn’t straining the chastity; I don’t care how painful it is; he should be incredibly aroused when he is in front of Me. I allow hi...

I just had a casual dinner on My balcony with My poodle, and now I am in the mood to hurt him. When I am dressed in leather I really get in the mood for whipping. I own his body, and I can do whatever I want to it. As he kneels in front of Me, I begin by whipping his sensitive nipples just enough to enjoy seeing him flinch in pain with every strike, but I want much more than this. I tease his dicklet while whipping him, but I am not pleased to find his dicklet isn’t straining the chastity; I don’t care how painful it is; he should be incredibly aroused when he is in front of Me. I allow him something he never gets, to see My naked breasts, not because I care about his arousal but because I want to inspire him to take more for Me. I will take My please whether he enjoys it or not, whipping him with abandon until he is beautifully marked and crying. This is the only way that My chattel can please Me sexually, by suffering for My pleasure.