With sharp, deft flicks of her wrist Lady Dark Angel in an all black leather mini outfit complete with thigh high boots cracks her bullwhip about the polished wooden floor at Valhalla before the blonde dungeon owner lays her lash across the back of the red-hooded slave whose wrists are secured above his head. All the while Mistress Frankie in her red corset, black leggings and boots enthusiatically wields her dragontail whip lashing the flesh of the other slaves present in the chambers, occasionally looking in the direction of Lady Dark Angel with clear signs of approval at how the slave wa...

With sharp, deft flicks of her wrist Lady Dark Angel in an all black leather mini outfit complete with thigh high boots cracks her bullwhip about the polished wooden floor at Valhalla before the blonde dungeon owner lays her lash across the back of the red-hooded slave whose wrists are secured above his head. All the while Mistress Frankie in her red corset, black leggings and boots enthusiatically wields her dragontail whip lashing the flesh of the other slaves present in the chambers, occasionally looking in the direction of Lady Dark Angel with clear signs of approval at how the slave was being made to take the lash. The slave is clearly feeling Lady Dark Angel’s bullwhip, his body twisting under the burning lash, his wrists straining against the bonds. Fortunately for him, Lady Dark Angel turns her attention on the slave by the equipment table on which several other implements had been laid out

The ladies walk round the chambers, singling out which slave would merit their attention or should I say, the attention of their lethal whips. As Mistress Frankie attends to the slave by the equipment table, it was so that Lady Dark Angel would herself look on approvingly before setting about the red-hooded slave once more till both ladies are whipping their charges in unison. The other two slaves who are facing the Valhalla wall must be thanking their stars that the ladies had not chosen them upon which to place their lash. The red-hooded slave is clearly undergoing a serious thrashing, evidenced by the red stripes and hue on his back and sides

Before long however the slave positioned to the left of the chambers finds himself at the mercy of Mistress Frankie who must have noticed that both ladies had not paid him much attention. The slaves who had been under the lash cry out with each successive blow of the whip leaving just the slave with the tattoed left arm attempting to leave the chambers before the ladies turn their whips on him. The ladies are quick to ask the man if he was trying to run away before they lash the others again prior to ushering him out of the chambers, crawling on his hands and knees through the wooden floor. An ordeal awaits him in private...