Whipping Women Bdsm | Punishment - Mistress Anna Elite (CORPORAL BDSM) A Sadistic Demonstration

Posted: April 2, 2022

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“Bend over that bench. You are here …’Miss Diana Von Rigg joins to you in a harsh punishment prison together with five willing servants. Today we will be impressed with one slave. Slave B is training for this position. Four other boys serve as implement-holders and witness the shocking punishments that may be inflicted upon a slave who has been well-trained.
My outfit is a tight red, latex mini dress with gold accents. It’s ideal for special occasions. Miss Diana is wearing tight black leather latex and a waist-cincher to show her beautiful curves. Our slave is bending over the spanking horses and is wearing an oversized cape with a hood. He is nervous, and is ready to push his limits until it is too much.

Our guest Miss Diana is invited as the opening act. She is greeted by a thick, beautiful flogger. He is now prepared for the future. Her backside is gently rubbed by her as the leather strips rub against his skin. While he’s being warmed-up, I rub my back on him with my hands, making jokes about him and reminding them of my presence. After he’s warmed up we select a leather paddle that is extremely vicious. This will be a terrible experience.

I deliver the 12 first strokes while Miss Diana keeps the masochist steady. I continue on to the next round with twelve more strokes. Already, his lower back turns a beautiful shade red. It is difficult and we only just started. I give the paddle to Miss Diana. I know that she is keen to get more bruising done to her backside. My slave is in my arms while Miss Diana unleashes all her wrath against him. My slave tells Miss Diana how many strokes he believes he should be taking with the paddle. He only replied with twelve strokes. We laugh at the absurdity of his answer and decide that we will double it. Miss Diana strikes him with twenty four strikes in a flash. While his antics are already gorgeous, there is still much to be done. Before we begin with the thick oval paddle, take a moment and admire our work.

Our slave begs for continual punishment. I deliver 20 strikes to him while Miss Diana holds him still. He becomes agitated when I push his back thighs. He needs to know the situation in which he is. Soon Miss Diana is able to pick her favorite leather belt strap as her next tool of torture. I prepare my slave for the future. He is required to count every painful strike. Miss Diana starts to relentlessly shower down the blows. Each painful lash makes our slave scream in pain. Continue to attach the strap. I deliver twelve lashes. He cannot count until the end.

Miss Diana decides which riding crop she will use next time. After trying various types of crop on my slaves suffering from severely broken alves she finally decides to use the correct crop for her final blows. He struggles to shake off the pain caused by his cruel mistress. This brings me immense joy and I long to watch him cry.

Our slave is in danger of dying after being brutally beaten. We will not allow mercy until he proves that he can use my cane. Miss Diana asked her slave for a number. Naturally, he chose twelve. We will then increase that number and inflict twentyfour strokes on each one of our three favorite canes. Total seventy-two strokes.

I begin. Slowly, the first round is laid over his tender backside. I use my long senior cane. Miss Von Rigg surrounds my slave and takes joy in his pain. After the task is complete, I upgrade and purchase one of two cane-reformatory tools that I plan on using.

Miss Diana holds the slave firm, even though he begs to have more. Another twenty-four strikes left him with blistering marks on his backside. We are constantly mindful of his actions and we are grateful to him for his suffering.

After what seems an eternity for my slaves, finally my favorite tool is in use. A well-conditioned and thick reformatory cane. It produces strikingly new strokes than previous. Its sound echoes through a darkened dungeon. Our slave’s breathing becomes slower as the pace increases. I continue to swing my cane over his shoulders, causing his legs and ankles to buckle. At half-way we stop. I decide that the pace should be increased for the 12 last, brutal strokes. The slave has made it to this point. He must now finish the sentence. He accomplishes this, but he remains broken.