I selected the heaviest whips for my slave today, and placed him on his knees, bound with chains in the center of the room. It is an object for my sadistic desires… And while I hit him, the sound of my heels and the scent of my latex dress envelop him in this abandonment to his Mistress. Being on his back, bound in that position of constraint and submission, he never knows when the next hit will come and what whip I will use to strike him. I feel his fear, even when I place my gloved hand on his face and he kisses it in thanks.

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