ITALIAN LANGUAGEThere are two of us and we are ruthless: leather pants and whips in hand, Mistress Gaia and I are about to start a whipping session that will leave its mark… The naked slave has his hands tied to a bar that descends from the ceiling, he can move but cannot escape. Gaia has a sharp leather whip while I chose a whip with multiple rope tails. We start from the back with slow but strong strokes right away. When the back has become quite red we turn it around and start hitting him on the chest as well. The slave suffers and remains silent, too silent for our taste: he must thank us loudly! Gaia and I start to get angry because the words of the slave cannot be heard and so we hit him harder and faster and again on the back. The red skin begins to turn purple, it is about to break, the slave jumps in pain, it almost seems he is dancing and asking for pity, a pity that unfortunately we do not have.
