After a full day tending to his duties around the Manor Our slave has come for his scheduled playtime. Miss Courtney and Myself are wearing silk blouses, tight PVC miniskirts and stilettos. Miss Courtney asks the slave to massage Her legs whilst I warm up My floggers on his back. he must remain focused and vigilant on the task he has been set even with the leather thudding on his skin he must make sure Miss Courtney is pleased with his handiwork. I hit harder and can see his hands trembling as he tries focus....... harder and harder the falls turn his back crimson. he his asked to stand and...

After a full day tending to his duties around the Manor Our slave has come for his scheduled playtime. Miss Courtney and Myself are wearing silk blouses, tight PVC miniskirts and stilettos. Miss Courtney asks the slave to massage Her legs whilst I warm up My floggers on his back. he must remain focused and vigilant on the task he has been set even with the leather thudding on his skin he must make sure Miss Courtney is pleased with his handiwork. I hit harder and can see his hands trembling as he tries focus....... harder and harder the falls turn his back crimson. he his asked to stand and We set about him with Our hunter whips, one marking his back, the other his bottom. There is no respite, blow after blow reigns down in such rapid succession it is hard for him to catch his breath. The sound is delicious as the echo of the whip beating his skin reverberates off the Manor walls. We swap places making sure We each have Our fill of his flesh...................