Dark Debauchery

Description: Tightly secured in a heavy sensory deprivation leather hood and bindings, he cannot see me. he will only feel where the stripes of my strikes land. i love how terrified he is, jumping, screaming and shaking with nerves. i revel in toying with fear stalking him like play meat. i use my nails, a small crop and thin cane to exact my punishment on his flesh. he writhes around with nowhere tor un to. his only escape is to withstand to end, he must endure all of my wrath to satiate my needs.