Im an artist and my slaves back is the canvas! I show no mercy with my whip, striking until the flesh turns completely red, with welts coming out of the skin all beautifully swollen. This is whipping art! The slave cries in pain, but Im not interested at all. I just want to enjoy my artwork!
When I want to let off steam on the waitress I dont need much motivation to punish her, today given the gray day to overcome boredom and torpor I decided to color the unfortunate womans buttocks in stripes: ninety in the meaning of numbers is fear… fear that lives every time who waits for me locked in the pillory without knowing what Goddess Nemesi will do. How many shots will there be today?
Today I wanted to try my new rattan rods but that idiotic sissy forgot them so I decide to immobilize her in my living room with her ass out and color it properly. I wish it would turn red like my beautiful pencil skirt. The scullery maid, however, squirms too much so I lose patience and hit her calves too and then vent all my anger on her butts without worrying about hitting the right spots. Well yes, Im really heartless.
After buying me my new riding crops, I had to try them of course. First I tied my Loser to the ceiling, so he cant run away or move too much. And then I started to hit him again and again and again. I just love it, when this fat pig starts to whimper. But he tries to be brave and takes it without shouting. But you can see how much in pain he is. Would you be brave enough, too?
Its been a while since Ive mistreated a pair of butts, I havent seen sissy for a month, first my vacation and then her holidays. That ass is too white, its only right that the Mistress reduces it to how it should always be, nice and red. I warm it up with my hands, proceed with my beloved whip and finish with the rattan cane rod. Welcome back from vacation sissy!
Lady Nora and I, Kim Judge, are in a whipping mood! We live out our sadistic veins on our slave! We use floggers, crops and canes on his ass until its fiery red! The slave will be put over the knee like a naughty brat! Its so satisfying to see the welts, especially when they get so thick! The slave will enjoy it for the next few days!
Its always not a good sign when Lady Iveta chains you to the St. Andrews Cross. Then something is up to her. The good thing is you dont see it coming because you turn your back on her.Only when you hear the cutting of the air do you know what is in store for you. Otherwise, you drive whole herds of buffalo with this painful instrument through the prairie. And now you stand there with your bare ass and endure an ordeal. It doesnt help you that the bullwhip is made of the finest leather and swung by a master of her field. With a little skill you can look at the crazy pattern on your ass afterwards. It looks a little like the map of Nevada! With all the valleys and gorges.
Our black widow is back in her pain chamber and she has planned a lot for you little bastard. In order to avoid boredom only the best instruments have been chosen. Dressed in a dream of a black catsuit and armed with a whole wide selection of different canes and whips she can be still a beauty. But you wont see much of her when you lean over a trestle! Thats how she likes it best when she doesnt have to endure your dirty face. In the end the question is whether you have the breath and the stamina to count to 30 below the merciless blows. Maybe you can even do it before flesh and skin say goodbye!
This incompetent dog needs punishment since he doesnt make himself useful at all, neither for the Mistresss entertainment nor to cool her feet with his tongue. He will be punished harshly with my whip, lying on the cold floor and pulled with the leash around his neck. Will this severe punishment have been of any use?
ENGLISH SPEAKINGMy friend and I tied a slave to the stand, with his ass well exposed towards us. We want to have fun whipping him until he turns red. At first we take turns hitting him one at a time, but then we increase the intensity and hit him at the same time and with more and more power, with his ass getting redder and redder. Only when we are satisfied with our work of art imprinted on his ass do we stop and leave him suffering to reflect on his condition.
