Its play time Goddess Blackdiamoond and me, so out comes the crop. Both of us are very fond of scarring a man with our crops because we love the marks it leaves behind and because we love the sound it makes when it strikes. We will have some mercy though by spitting into this losers mouth before returning to the whip. The slave has a hard time, he feels terrible pain as Mistress Blackdiamoond and me use our cruel crops again and again on him.
