Leather Bondage Mistress

In a mixture of leather, and leather like clothing and shoes, tight fitting for ease of movement, I await your attention in Training Room 1.
The drapes are drawn back, to reveal to My slave the punishment that could be dished out, should he be disobedient. Ropes, leather and chain bondage await My worthless slut, followed by a generous helping of lashes, to his cock and balls.
First I select some metal cuffs, and he kneels in silence as I fasten his wrists and ankles together, behind his back. I then put on his hood, and order him, “Open your mouth.” So I can place a ring gag between his teeth. This will serve to quiet him, and also provide him with a bit to chomp on while he receives his lashes. There are clamps chained to the gag, which I attach to his nipples.
I fit a leather chastity strap, and tap his genitals with the metal studs on My big heavy heels.
I select a tool, to perform My harsh physical punishment, a riding crop.
I pull hard on the lead, forcing his head down to My knee. I kick his balls with the other foot, take a step back, and pull his head down lower. Now I have him in position, I move around to his fleshy buttocks, and strapped balls. I give him a gentle tap, with the hard cold metal tip of My crop.
“Open your thighs a little wider, feel the metal restraints in your skin.”
I deal a good blow of the crop between his legs. He groans. “Quiet!” I lean over, and grab the nipple chain, and tug twice.
I tap him again. “Now, shhh! Take it quietly.”
The split second warning, that is the swish of the crop, is enough to cause him to take in a sharp, deep breath.

your Whip Mistress In Liquid Vinyl Dress

I watch over My new sub, as he undresses and looks nervous. Having just signed the contract for the session, there’s no turning back now. I select one of My more tame whips, a soft leather tail whip.
“Kneel down on the floor, and bow your head down.” He follows My instruction, and I nudge his head a little to force it lower. I sit down in front of him, lift My studded heeled boots and order him to “Remove My shoes.”
I watch his trembling hands pull at the laces, and he grips the studded heel to pull off the shoe. The shoe is on tight. “Show Me your palms.” I see the red indentations from the studs on his hands.
“Loosen the laces, don’t force them.” I issue him with 5 lashes to each marked palm.
Gently he removes My shoes, and places them, as instructed, under My chair.
“you will worship My pretty little feet. Kiss them, starting at My toes.”
I watch him work his way around My feet & toes, following My instructions. The instructions are too often, and the punishment frequent, but he takes the whip to his hands and bottom with a quiet “Thank You.” every time.