The lashing of my slaves, besides being a way to mark my belongings, is one of my greatest pleasures. Not only the moment of physical punishment, but the uncertainty that the slave feels, when he hears the whip near him, not knowing if the next blow will be on his skin. And this useless and despicable insect, will be my victim, will know what it is to feel helpless and exposed to my will. Tied, and offered to your Lady. I will alternate the blows to the wind, with those who will leave their skin marked. Your mind will be trained by the suffering that you will experience, you are a beast to ...

The lashing of my slaves, besides being a way to mark my belongings, is one of my greatest pleasures. Not only the moment of physical punishment, but the uncertainty that the slave feels, when he hears the whip near him, not knowing if the next blow will be on his skin. And this useless and despicable insect, will be my victim, will know what it is to feel helpless and exposed to my will. Tied, and offered to your Lady. I will alternate the blows to the wind, with those who will leave their skin marked. Your mind will be trained by the suffering that you will experience, you are a beast to me, nothing more. Your pain, it's my pleasure. My fine and delicate hand is also firm and ruthless, the whiplash in your body will remind you that, every time you lift up your shirt, you will know that your owner is MISTRESS JOHANNA.