Our slaves face the wall, Miss Anna and Myself looking ravishing in Our satin lingerie set ready to dish out their lashings. We warm up their flesh with Our leather floggers, the rhythmical thud like music to Or ears. When suitably primed the first slave is strung up for his indiscretions. I take My matching snake whips and florentine My fury on his back. he is beaten into his apology and mad to grovel at My feet begging forgiveness. We swap to the other slave, whipping him in tandem repeatedly, so methodical it sounds like a mentronome. he has no recovery time and he starts to crack almost... Show more