It's a beautiful day in the forest, and I have found the perfect two trees to which I tied My chattel between. he belongs to Me and it's My right to whip him, for My pleasure, whenever I want. Exposed, he is ready to take all the pain I desire to inflict upon him. There will be no warm-up, no easing into the strokes. The first whip I take reddens and welts the pale skin of his ass and upper back. I am not going to stop, as the more he suffers, the more I enjoy it. Being outside gives Me the rare chance of using a long and heavy bullwhip, one that leaves intense, deep bruises. I love to hear... Show more