Tales of confession, submission and the true beauty of whipping.
Image – Rudolph Koppitz
Ready For Use – “I was just a utensil. My Mistress’ little pepper pot.”
Whipsong – My Mistress continued. “But it is her singing that gives me the most pleasure. Her song under the whip is the most beautiful whipsong I have ever heard.”
The Confessor – “I looked at that pussy. It was far more appetizing than an expensive cigar or a fine brandy. Far healthier for the soul too. It was simply begging to confess its sins to me.”