What a lovely day it is for Me to be in the woods exploring – exploring quite how much p*in a single sl*ve can take! The particular sl*ve is already naked, kissing My beautiful boots whilst I run through the tests that I have in store for My sub. For amidst the bird song, I will apply excruciating p*in to this boy. I am fascinated to see the results of My work in due course.

“Kneel up!” I command and I begin by applying n*pple clamps to My sl*ve. A familiarity with this wrenching p*in is a useful starter for My boy. I have him face the nearest sturdy tree and I check My sl*ve over. Then I warm the sub up with a pair of stinging floggers. I create regular patterns of impact on the sl*ve’s back and bottom. Next I upbraid My boy for being forgetful, for failing to wear his collar! The sub apologises; he will be deeply sorry soon! I add stinging single lashes with the floggers and My boy shows p*in recognition in gasps and with his flesh warming up rapidly.

I have My sl*ve worship the whip that I will lash him with next. The sl*ve kisses every single bit of the lash with impassioned submission. My whips deserve this obeisance from My subs. I do like reuniting old “friends” and the lash of this whip will yield results for Me. Now I add lash after delicious lash, accurately targeting My boy. The sl*ve hugs the tree now, keeping his limbs out of the way of the lash whilst also seeking help from any lifeform! I step into each br*tal, painful lash and My boy breaths heavily as he feels My strength and accuracy.

I continue without mercy, adding stroke after stroke, stopping only to check My work and verify how sore the sl*ve feels. Then I restart and cover every inch of the sl*ve’s back. The wonderfully thick piece of leather l*cks the sl*ve’s skin into a red lined tapestry. I change instruments, move the sl*ve deeper into the woods and continue to lash the sub with My red lash. This elicits louder cries of p*in from the sl*ve who is very clear when he confirms that he is “enjoying it.”

I encourage My boy as I lash him; at one point My boy goes “knock-kneed” and I smile as his legs weaken but My sl*ve remains in place for Me “Nicely taken!” I laugh as the sl*ve’s cries increase in regularity and his noise amuses Me. Now I pay attention to the sl*ve’s *ss, pulling his pants down and belabouring his cheeks as he shouts out and admits to feeling the p*in that I inflict.

Each lash has the sl*ve dancing now. I change whip and I find that My bl*ck lash bites “a l*ttle more!” I continue the whipping, sending the lash spiralling by the sl*ve’s side “I love those big, painful wrap arounds!” The sl*ve shouts out loudly in t*rment now; he holds his hands on his head and grits his teeth as I batter My property into ever deeper submission. My final lash from one combination leaves the sl*ve bent double, shouting in p*ined enjoyment.

I move the sl*ve back to his tree of solace, and apply a different technique, which I describe as “barely even marking the flesh, tickling!” The sl*ve’s intakes of breath and griping may persuade the viewer otherwise – he uses the word “sharp” when not crying out once more. I am pleased with My accurate delivery of non-stop, stinging p*in. I note how the sl*ve stands, trying to hide his head around the tree and that I have trained the sl*ve’s skin so well that the marks I would expect to see are not showing.

I feel the sl*ve’s back and he squirms underneath Me. I settle him back down and continue My fun. I land a particularly painful bl*w “That was horrid!” and I laugh as the sl*ve twists dementedly, his face an absolute picture. Painful punishments and delicious s*ffering combine to amuse and to please Me. “Endure it!” I command and then I set a further test. I have the sl*ve face Me with one leg forward, just where I can land My lashes. This does appear to be immediately painful “I know it is horrible” and the sl*ve reacts to each lash.

I swap legs and work the sl*ve over. My boy is able to express his appreciation amidst the percussive whipping. I finish with My red whip, wreaking havoc on the s*ffering sl*ve. I use bl*ws guided from either hand in order to reduce My boy in this fabulous way to surrender to Me. I inspect My sl*ve once more and send him away to get dressed. My boy thanks Me, aware that My relentless cr*elty has c*mpletely overwhelmed him.

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