The sun was out and shinning brightly. Mistress Tess, Lady Valeska and Mistress Eva, whips in hand, looking fine as fuck while a hooded slave is tied to a pole waiting for the first lash.

The Mistresses are the artists; the whips their paintbrushes and the slaves back as the canvas, They each take turns in painting stripes on his white flesh and laugh as he squeals with each stinging blow.

Each Mistress examines her work and runs her fingers over his ever growing welts.

Could you be a whipping bitch? How much could you take?