My slave is tied up outside, naked and vulnerable to a tree. My slave has chosen which weapons I shall be using and they have been laid out for Me to use. As I approach wearing a purple latex dress, large sunglasses and with a smile on My perfect lips, My slave starts to squirm. The sun is shining and the birds ore tweeting, the slave is in for a treat. he must be punished, he understands this and as I move on to different whips and paddles, his moans become louder and the look on his face makes Me more excited. The noises of the whipping and moans become faster and more intense, lets just ... Show more