The Pleasure Of WhippingThe pleasure of whipping
Once I hung up a naked slave with a rope to a ceiling hook and whipped him without mercy.
Then I was hot and I took off my blouse and my bra.
As I walked around him, I could see his stripes and noticed the tears in his eyes.
While I felt his erection in my hand and he gazed at my bare boobs I asked him if he would deserve the same again or even more?
When I rubbed his errection and squeezed his nipples with my other hand He begged me for a whipping harder than before.
He got it.