Naked and bound in a frame, this slave becomes the canvas for our whips to paint on. Me and my friend Gaia are striking, beautiful, and dangerous, and after arousing him, we turn the frame and begin allowing him to taste our whips. His back turns crimson as he thanks us between grimaces of pain, and the more he complains, the harder we strike. We touch his warm back, trace our nails over the sensitive skin where the marks are increasingly prominent, and we do not stop whipping until he is completely red from neck to buttocks.