Accompanied by my friend Dula, we intend to have a thrilling day with this slave’s back, turning it into a canvas of colors. Our beauty and sadistic nature come together, making us eager to play with all the tools at our disposal, starting with two riding whips. The slave endures our wickedness, unable to gaze upon our statuesque beauty, as he is tied with his face towards the wall – only his back faces us, and it is the sole target of our sadism. We alternate between spanking tools and whips, showing no mercy, as distinct marks begin to appear on his skin. If you were in his place, would you prefer blows to the abdomen, just for the chance to admire us?