Believer


Religious mistress Charlotte madam is a firm believer in the efficacy of the whip to teach respect and obedience in a slave, and so her new vassal is just going to have to submit to its bitter sting by way of an introduction to his pious new mistress’s absolute, female power and authority over him.

See the steely determination in her eyes to break him. How many lashes do you think it will take for her to hurt him, and reduce him to a quivering wreck of submissive pain? How soon before the bare-backed fool begs to be released from the whipping post so that he might fall to his knees and kiss her boots and socks in an effort to please and pander to her, thus avoiding any more biting, searing cuts of the whip? I’m guessing, not long. For miss Charlotte madam is right - the female whip is indeed an excellent teacher of manners in a rookie, male slave!

How do you think the slave is feeling inside right now? He must surely be frightened – being a whip-virgin (judging by his, as yet, unmarked back!). Ha! Ha! The fool has no idea of the amount of pain that awaits him! It will be a thousand times worse than any of his anxious imaginings.
And, unlike him, don’t be fooled by the whipmistress’s seemingly demure appearance. Every element of her chaste and modest clothing – down to her wonky socks – is designed to tease and torment him as he hangs limply and impotently from the whipping post. 

And it’s working!


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