My slave is strapped to My whipping bench and readies himself for his first proper meeting with the sjambok. She had kissed his skin twice last year where he nearly threw up because he couldn't handle her. Today he will have to face her full frontal, even the sight of her makes his stomach turn, which just makes Me laugh. There is something so beautiful about the sjambok. The way she flies and carries herself as she lays the cruelest of lashes on someones flesh. Unbearable to most, she is a fabulous weapon to wield and I delight in extracting every scream from My slave as I let her fly hard... Show more