In the House of Sinn, Mistress Zeida and Lady Zara have a boy locked in the cage waiting to be used. he is not just a plaything but a canvas upon which They will etch Their power. Today, he will face a test of endurance, one designed to push him to his limits. When the cage opens, he is secured, arms chained high above his head, leaving his back vulnerable to Their artistry. Each Lady wields a unique whip, designed not only to inflict pain but to craft marks that speak of Their mastery. The first stroke lands, sharp and deliberate, eliciting a gasp that echoes through the chamber. Stroke af...

In the House of Sinn, Mistress Zeida and Lady Zara have a boy locked in the cage waiting to be used. he is not just a plaything but a canvas upon which They will etch Their power. Today, he will face a test of endurance, one designed to push him to his limits. When the cage opens, he is secured, arms chained high above his head, leaving his back vulnerable to Their artistry. Each Lady wields a unique whip, designed not only to inflict pain but to craft marks that speak of Their mastery. The first stroke lands, sharp and deliberate, eliciting a gasp that echoes through the chamber. Stroke after stroke, his body writhes, but there is no escape. Mistress Zeida and Lady Zara watch with predatory satisfaction as his back blossoms with the crimson imprints of Their dominance. Every line, every welt, is a testament to his submission, a display crafted for Their pleasure. This is his purpose within the House of Sinn: to suffer, to endure, and to be transformed into a living offering for the Ladies' satisfaction. Only when They are pleased with the beauty of his marked flesh will the ritual come to an end.