My slave wants to further his pain training, which means practice makes perfect. I must beat his backside daily to build up his tolerance to My canes. Secured to My whipping bench he is already terrified and shaking. I am dressed in a tight PVC catusit, My hair pulled backed and ready for business. I warm up his ass with a harsh leather paddle, his skin tinging pink almost instantly. I use the senior kooboo cane to lay the first strokes, he screams as welts swell up on his skin. More strokes stripe his flesh and he starts to shake violently, his restraints clanging on the bench, his legs bu...

My slave wants to further his pain training, which means practice makes perfect. I must beat his backside daily to build up his tolerance to My canes. Secured to My whipping bench he is already terrified and shaking. I am dressed in a tight PVC catusit, My hair pulled backed and ready for business. I warm up his ass with a harsh leather paddle, his skin tinging pink almost instantly. I use the senior kooboo cane to lay the first strokes, he screams as welts swell up on his skin. More strokes stripe his flesh and he starts to shake violently, his restraints clanging on the bench, his legs buckling from the pain. There is no mercy, he must suffer to improve and pain will benefit his performance. I move to a harsher cane and continue with My sadistic strokes laughing at the sound of his desperate screams.