Mistress Gaia – Whipped On His Box

I have my bitch of a slave in my basement. He has been here all morning, and I have determined not to permit him to leave. I thought of a good way for me to exercise. So I strapped him tightly to the outside of the cell, and informed him I bought a fresh whip and that he was to be the very first to feel its crack on his skin, he bagan to shiver. After some painful lashes, and beautiful sounding cracks of the whip. My marks soon begin to show up on his skin. His prayers for mercy go unheeded. I still have a lot of things to do to my slut. I decide to add some extra suffering. So I tightly fasten a couple of kilograms of weight to his balls. Perhaps that will take his mind off my whipping. However, I dont think so. With more of my whipping, his squeals get louder and louder. Im so enjoying playing with my new whip. Also, the exercise is so stimulating. I could continue amusing myself all .