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I enjoyed watching him prove his inferiority by grovelling at my feet. We moved on and my slave followed me obediently. I told him, “Lay there, across that barrel.” He instantly obeyed. I gripped my thighs across his ears and crushed his head. He didn’t resist, but let out a strange, high-pitched whine. Mistress Vixen moved in with her camera and took several shots. The slave lay across the cold, metal barrel, defenceless and submissive. |
Then Mistress Vixen stopped shooting and waited. I knew that she wanted to see me stamp my authority over the slave. I had selected a long, swishy whip, of the type used to school horses. Generally this type of whip is used to apply a gentle flick to a horse’s rump, in order to convey an instruction. However, in the hands of a dominatrix, this type of whip is a lethal weapon. I raised the whip slightly and slashed it down across his rump with minimal force. The slave jumped as it struck him. |
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