Whipped

Now that I've shaved, cleaned and fucked my bitch-boi, it's time to make it suffer for my amusement. I adore the single tail whip — the way it feels in my leather gloved hand, the whoosh it makes when flying through the air aimed at my target, and that luscious loud crack when tightly braided leather meets bare flesh. The best thing, however, is the way my property yelps and screeches with each lash I give it. Not only does it excite the sadist in me, it just lets me know that it's learning its proper place in life. I find that most deeply submissive men don't necessarily enjoy intense pain, at least not as much as a true masochist does, so making them take it strictly for my pleasure is almost as thrilling as sliding my stocking feet into a new pair of designer platform heels. So watch while I whip this bitch to tears and then make it crawl on the floor like a so it can kiss my boots!