My slave stood bound, his hands tied high above his head and his legs bound. His exposed genitals were tightly clamped, making him vulnerable and at my mercy. With a flick of my wrist, I watched as my gorgeous whip lashed against his cock, causing it to twitch and throb in response. Despite his cries and whimpers, his body could not resist the pleasure and pain inflicted upon it. He knew that enduring my CBT was a small price to pay for pleasing his femdom goddess. The sound of the whip against his skin echoed through the room, mingling with his moans, creating a symphony of submission.