The kiss of my singletail on my slave’s back. Watching him utterly unable to do anything about it, strung up to the St. Andrew’s cross. Red strokes bloom onto his back, each whip stroke landing only to inflict more pain.

I love it. I love watching him moan while my whip slashes his skin, and I love watching him take it for me. Knowing that he is enduring this suffering for me makes me feel powerful. And making me feel powerful turns me on.

This is a classic Domme whipping as it should be – slave unable to fight back, and me strutting around, giving him what he deserves.