Two of us, unyielding, clad in leather pants and armed with whips, Mistress Gaia and I are prepared to unleash a punishing whipping session that will leave a lasting impression… The slave, stripped naked, has his hands tied to a ceiling-mounted bar, allowing limited movement but no escape. Gaia wields a biting leather whip, while I have opted for a multi-tailed rope whip. We initiate our assault on the back with slow yet potent strokes. Once the back exhibits satisfactory redness, we shift our attention to the chest, continuing our onslaught. The slave endures the pain in silence, an unsatisfactory response that provokes our ire. We demand vocal appreciation and proceed to strike harder and faster, targeting the back once more. The once red skin now verges on purple, a mere breath away from breaking. The slave writhes and jumps, a painful dance pleading for mercy, yet we remain relentless.