Today I'm in a whipping mood, so My slave spends his whole day on the St. Andrew's cross. His back is already red, full of deep marks, but his ass is still clean, waiting for its turn. Which has just come. A cat-o-nine quickly turns it red, leaving nice long stripes on the slave's white skin. I enjoy seeing the slave squirm, unable to avoid the pain, his cries are like music for My ears. From time to time I stop the whipping to touch his red hot ass, to feel the swollen marks left by My whip. As a little encouragement for the slave to take more pain, I lean on him a little bit, letting him feel My latex clad breasts on his back, My warm breath on his neck. This way I'm sure he could go for hours, no matter how hard I whip him. Not that it would matter: I whip him as much as I want, because his body belongs to Me; he belongs to Me, and I can do whatever I want and whenever I want with him, he is My slave.
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