The slave, back exposed and bound to the X-Cross, awaits. My friend Gabriella lacks whip proficiency, so I offer to mentor her. I display my assortment of whips: leather, rope, thin, multi-tailed – the selection is vast. Gabriella chooses a heavy nine-tailed whip and swiftly demonstrates her dexterity. We take turns, our strikes turning the slave’s back a uniform red.
We switch to a leather tongue whip, requiring more skill to wield. I instruct Gabriella on the correct grip. The slave writhes under our blows as Gabriella’s excitement grows. She selects another whip, but the slave concedes, pleading for mercy before she can try them all.