My masochist is chained to the ceiling, strung up and ready for tenderisation. I start by florentining My floggers onto his flesh, the delicious beat of the leather slapping against his skin. I am wearing a crisp white shirt, tight denim jeans and vibrant lime stilettos. I use a martinet to lay lash marks allover his back, he growls as the cruel strips tear into him. I move to double single tail whipping, this is My favourite as it allows little respite and he cannot float to subspace. he is unable to process the pain and must wallow in his own misery instead. he starts to beg Me to stop...... Show more