True to their word, the ladies have their pirate sub over a wooden barrel. On a low coffee table is an array of bespoke blue leather-handled canes of various lengths and weights. Both ladies wearing black blouses are in tight-fitting leather trousers, Lady Dark Angel in maroon with Mistress Frankie in black and both are in thigh-high black boots, Mistress Frankie's looking sleek while Lady Dark Angel's much more ornate and worn higher up her thigh.

Mistress Frankie picks up a cane, followed by Lady Dark Angel. Mistress Frankie begins to lay out her first strokes across the man's up...

True to their word, the ladies have their pirate sub over a wooden barrel. On a low coffee table is an array of bespoke blue leather-handled canes of various lengths and weights. Both ladies wearing black blouses are in tight-fitting leather trousers, Lady Dark Angel in maroon with Mistress Frankie in black and both are in thigh-high black boots, Mistress Frankie's looking sleek while Lady Dark Angel's much more ornate and worn higher up her thigh.

Mistress Frankie picks up a cane, followed by Lady Dark Angel. Mistress Frankie begins to lay out her first strokes across the man's upturned bottom before Lady Dark Angel sets about the man with her hallmark backstrokes. The blonde dungeon owner tells the man they wish to use their canes on him, demanding that he lie across the barrel so both ladies can use their canes on him. On the ladies go with their canes as Lady Dark Angel suggests to the sub that they may parade him in front of the other subs, exhibiting the cane marks across his flesh. Mistress Frankie exchanges her cane for a sturdier, darker-hued number and immediately relishes the marks she creates on his bottom. Then Lady Dark Angel takes over again as Mistress Frankie requires the man to make his best pirate sounds.

The caning is obviously demanding judging by the cries and moans of the sub. This however does not deter the ladies as Lady Dark Angel tells the man to take the pain, that both ladies have very high standards when it comes to using their canes. Then the lady changes sides, this time using her forearm to place her strokes with power and accuracy across the man's bottom. The ladies pause to admire their artwork, no doubt very much felt by the man by now.

Then the ladies begin caning the man placing alternate strokes on his flesh with the timed precision of a metronome. The man begins to cry out louder, exhaling heavily with each searing stroke. He is then alowed to come off the barrel while the ladies take a break.