LEATHER STRAP THRASHINGS FOR MY PLEASURE

“lingerie, lashings.” in two succinct words my slave girl mila understands her immediate fate. already displaying marks on her back my collared, restrained girl is docile, accepting, needing what i provide for her own good. i survey my target, her ass awaiting my leather strap and the accompanying stinging thwacks to the slave’s rump. i run my red nails over her ass and prepare to apply the challenge of a genuinely painful lashing from my beautiful leather strap.i know my slave girl will find this difficult, and i describe the noise that will be created as i thrash her skin, adding a stroke as i talk “delicious isn’t it?” my slave girl agrees and i require her to “…keep count and to thank me after every single stroke.” then i begin “there’s a good girl” and the first full stroke wobbles my girl’s ass cheeks, reddening them. the moans start at stroke three and increase. at eleven slave mila cries out more loudly but she holds on to her focus and thanks me as required.i continue, warming to my fun. the difference in my relaxed demeanour and my slave’s face, screwed up, tensed, working hard for me is a pleasure to note. at seventeen strokes my girl’s stocking legs tense more than usual and i hear an “owww, thank you, mistress.” my stocking legs however move in fluid motion, a powerful stance eliciting firm smacks from the leather strap. i am relentless and move up to two dozen strokes “we are nowhere near done!”i check my slave over; her eyes move hesitantly upwards to meet my dominant gaze. i recommence, pleased with the full red blush i am leaving on the slave’s round ass. i do so love a canvass upon which to paint the rewards of pain. my girl is noisier after each stroke now. i assist her by delivering faster strokes, passing through three dozen, the buttocks quivering with every strike and sharp slap. the pace helps my slave girl to keep going, momentum building, even as her ass is on fire, stinging and tormented.i am merciless, reaching fifty strokes and pushing on as my girl wriggles, cries out and continues to give herself to me. at sixty i encourage my sub further, praising her ”good girl, very impressive, slave mila!” with my praise comes a demand that wil