My slave is waiting for me. Tied to the cross, I approach him and lower his boxers. I’m holding my cane, he doesn’t know. I hit him in the ass, firmly. And when it turns red, I tell him it’s now the same color as my boots. The choice of my outfit is not accidental … Then I take a nine-tailed whip, and step to his back. The signs emerge, and I enjoy scratching it to make it even more serious. The last hits he will take with my snake, counting and screaming.

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