Dragon tail whip in hand, Lady Dark Anhel in black mini dress and thigh high boots edges closer to her slave who is cuffed to a whipping block. Wrapping the whip around the slave’s masked face she tells the man she is going to hurt him and he will take it for her. Then withdrawing from the man and pulling her arm back, she lays the first lash across his back and another and a series as a small warmup before she says she loves to make her mark as the intensity of the lashes begin to mount. The lashes come down harder on the slave’s back causing him to feverishly hold his position. Lady Dark ...

Dragon tail whip in hand, Lady Dark Anhel in black mini dress and thigh high boots edges closer to her slave who is cuffed to a whipping block. Wrapping the whip around the slave’s masked face she tells the man she is going to hurt him and he will take it for her. Then withdrawing from the man and pulling her arm back, she lays the first lash across his back and another and a series as a small warmup before she says she loves to make her mark as the intensity of the lashes begin to mount. The lashes come down harder on the slave’s back causing him to feverishly hold his position. Lady Dark Angel then examines the slave’s reddening back before setting off again with more determined lashes, impressing on the man she loves the whip and likes to use it hard

The slave’s back well and truly warmed up, Lady Dark Angel increases the venom of the dragon tail, announcing to her slave they are now harder lashes as the man strains at his bonds as though to mitigate the searing lash of the falling whip. The descending whip makes a two-step sound indicating the impact and the end of the lash wrapping the back and side of the slave as the man starts to call put in pain with each lash but there is no let up as Lady Dark Angel swings her whip without respite. The slave’s knees buckle but with his tight bonds, there is little room for maneouvre. He simply has to take the whip. Lady Dark Angel runs her nails down the flaming flesh of her slave, telling him how much she loves the whip before continuing his punishment

Lady Dark Angel’s arm goes up, raising the whip which soon crashes down against human flesh. Again and again. The slave’s body rises and falls, twists and contorts under the awesome rain of lashes, his wrists constantly straining at the bonds but Lady Dark Angel is merciless, urging the man to take it. He sags and were the bonds not in place, the slave would surely be crumpled in a heap on the floor of the whipping pit. The voice of his mistress ringing in his ears telling him she could whip him all day long. Lady Dark Angel tightens the whip around the mouth of the slave as he kisses it adoringly. Ahh bliss. His torment is not over until the lady says so but at least the slave gets to worship boots and even then, the whip is brought crashing down across his back

A true whipping video for the cognoscenti