Mistress Zeida’s day of indulgence at the House of Sinn is far from over, and She has saved the most delicious torment for last. her boy, trembling with anticipation, knows what awaits him. But first, he must prove himself worthy of his Mistress’s attention. Kneeling before Her, he reverently worships Her stunning boots, kissing them as She looks down with icy satisfaction. Only then is he deemed ready for his punishment.

Chained tightly to the wall, his fate is sealed. Mistress Zeida wields Her favourite Hungarian whip, and each lash cracks with unrelenting precision. The strike...

Mistress Zeida’s day of indulgence at the House of Sinn is far from over, and She has saved the most delicious torment for last. her boy, trembling with anticipation, knows what awaits him. But first, he must prove himself worthy of his Mistress’s attention. Kneeling before Her, he reverently worships Her stunning boots, kissing them as She looks down with icy satisfaction. Only then is he deemed ready for his punishment.

Chained tightly to the wall, his fate is sealed. Mistress Zeida wields Her favourite Hungarian whip, and each lash cracks with unrelenting precision. The strikes grow fiercer, painting his back a deep, glowing red. Yet, for this Mistress, mere redness is never enough. Her sadistic delight demands more. Switching to a heavy paddle, She delivers thunderous blows to his tender, marked skin, the sound reverberating through the room.

he is made to count each stroke aloud, his voice breaking under the weight of pain and submission. When it’s over, the trembling boy must thank Mistress Zeida for the honour of suffering under Her whip, a privilege reserved for the most devoted of Her toys.