The whip skims across my thighs,A cool leather using snake-like movements,Before it raises its ugly head.It cracks down causing me to hiss asmy mistress handles its wrath.‘You like it, don’t you?’My mistress asks? Her voice threateningand as sharp as cut glass.I nod and bite on the ball gagThat isveçbahis is forcing my silence,yet allowing me to emit groans.Guttural, animalistic, yetsubmissive instead of fierce.I have submitted my masculinity,To an ethereal being, sotiny and slight but witha nasty wand disguised as her torturing isveçbahis giriş tools.By day, I keep my act togetherall staid and strong.Ironically my emotions are like leather,but life shouldn’t be one long punishment.Should it?Unless it is a pleasure and punishmentDelivered by a isveçbahis yeni giriş deity.She is called Sally. I call her Cinnie,Short for Cinnamon, butencapsulating her sinful nature.Sally racks up her game tightening myhandcuffs and blindfold.She delivers a severe, painful lash.I imagine her smiling underneathher tight, black leather mask.The gloves come out, allfilled with spikes and she grinds theminto my skin with all her might.You can’t judge people on what you see,especially when they are being whippedoff a tiny, sadistic deity.