'The marks on your skin will remind you of who you belong to'

Slave K's all time favourite pass time is to worship, he would happily spend hours on his knees adoring every single part of me, however worship is a privilege and must always be rightfully earned. In order to earn worship of my boots, latex and ass, my slave will endure my whip and its relentless sting. His skin will suffer, and the marks that are left by my whip’s bite will remind him of who he belongs to.

I swing my leather single tail over my head for a few test cracks into the air, the sound echoing around ...

'The marks on your skin will remind you of who you belong to'

Slave K's all time favourite pass time is to worship, he would happily spend hours on his knees adoring every single part of me, however worship is a privilege and must always be rightfully earned. In order to earn worship of my boots, latex and ass, my slave will endure my whip and its relentless sting. His skin will suffer, and the marks that are left by my whip’s bite will remind him of who he belongs to.

I swing my leather single tail over my head for a few test cracks into the air, the sound echoing around the room. I begin striking the whip onto my slave’s back, his breathing deepens as the first hits flash over his skin. With some harsher strikes my slave tenses and finally gives into the pain that awaits him. I remind slave K to breathe, and that it is important for him to suffer for me. I instruct my slave to get to his knees and kiss my heels, to thank me for punishing him. The marks from my whip are visible on his back as he worships my heels and feet. I bring him up to worship the skin exposed between my stockings and bodysuit, and he greedily licks my delicate flesh.

I tell him to stand slowly and return to his position- holding onto the pole and back exposed to me, ready to be whipped again. I select a dragon tail whip this time; I let the leather kiss his skin gently and gradually build the intensity as the marks begin to appear. My slave takes the strikes well, only a slight flinch in his facial expression.

I instruct him to get to his knees again, head down, and his back facing away from me. I strike his back from either side of him with the leather dragontail, so the full length of the tail meets his skin with a harsh bite. The marks from my whip and dragontail are painting his back with red welts. I move him so his back is in front of me, still on his knees and eyes down. I strike him harder, and his reactions become more intense with each hit. I tell him to worship my heels and body again, having suffered for me and taken his punishment he is now allowed to worship my ass as he has earned.