Finding no marks on her slave, the lady rectifies matters with her whip

Description: At valhalla chambers, a slave is bound with his arms in heavy leather cuffs attached to chains secured to the ceiling, lending an ominous prospect for the slave. the slave need not wait long to discover his fate as in walks lady dark angel who upon greeting the slave, runs her nails through the length of his back commenting on the absence of marks on the man’s flesh, pondering on what needed to be done about that before showing him her purple single tail whip, remarking on its beauty. then the lady asks the slave if he was ready for some painpositioning the slave, lady dark angel initially teases her slave, swinging the whip around so he hears its whirling sound as the leather curs through the air. the whip makes light contact with the slave’s back as lady dark angel tells the man she was only teasing him, for now. the slave nevertheless is preparing himself for when the foreplay comes to an end as it surely will. he soon feels the first exploratory lash as lady dark angel checks her distance and power of her lash. despite this initial warmup, the slave’s back is already showing evidence of the whip as lady dark angel comes up to him for a closer examination assuring the man it’s going to get a lot worse. if the slave takes his whipping well there may well be a reward as suggested by his mistress, of kissing her bottom. there is a price to pay for that though as the man begins to find outlady dark angel starts to swing her single tail with greater purpose, juding by his groans, causing the man to feel its lash. he strains at his bonds as lady dark angel urges him to focus on his reward of kissing her ass. up and down, left to right, the whip kisses the man’s flesh, the slave performing the customary pain dance as all of them do when placed under the lash of lady dark angel. to add further incentive to his sense of purpose lady dark angel exhibits her beautiful ass to inspire the man but as in the lady’s opinion the man has not had enough pain, she continues to lash flesh to her heart’s delight. the whip finds its target with ease, leaving the man twisting and turning in his chains, crying out, breathless on occasion as the lady swings her whip, lashing with forearm strokes or backhand lashes as it suits her. the lady pleased with her artwork, the slave finds reward and joy in being whipped