Today, my friends Cleo and Gea join me as we take on the task of disciplining two submissives. Naked and facing the wall, their wrists tied to an X-cross, they await our whips with anticipation. We take turns, never pausing, as one of us changes whips, the others continue. The slaves endure a relentless storm of lashes.
We have a variety of whips at our disposal: short, long, rigid, and nine-tailed. Their backs redden, then purple, as they scream and moan. We run our nails over their warm skin, leaving them to cool down…