More Pain
There is this fantastic sound of stiletto heels on wooden floor as Mistress Ella Kros enters the room. She has a slave behind her, on all fours, leading him directly to a punishment bench.
- Category: Whipping & Caning
There is this fantastic sound of stiletto heels on wooden floor as Mistress Ella Kros enters the room. She has a slave behind her, on all fours, leading him directly to a punishment bench.
"Are you ready for my whip?", Lady Pascal asks her slave but of course his answer doesn't matter. This whipping is going to be special fun for the mean lady who has dressed herself in an amazing black leather outfit.
"Have a look at my wonderful new russian whip", Mistress Ezada whispers and presents her new whip to the slave who is already shaking in fear and because of his uncomfortable position in the pillory. She continues: "I have no idea how painful this whip is but I am going to find it out now!"
Miss Tess is a strict young lady and already an expert in corporal punishments. Or should I better say: She LOVES to punish. This slave was sent to her because he was caught wanking.
Empress Victoria really knows how to seduce a slave. During a shooting she was in the mood to whip the slave but he has never been whipped before. Victoria left the set for a while and as she returned she was dressed in a skin tight and extreme short dress.
This is the last but most cruel part of the Pain Trilogy. Madame Charlotte has save the best for the rest. Her thick cane. She feels so powerful in her leather uniform and she enjoys her power over her male victim.
As officer Sarah and Cleo return to the hall, they are more than angry. The prisoner they interrogated before, gave them a wrong information. Bad idea. Both ladies have canes in her hands now. The rebel says that he is sorry for that but Cloe answers: "Oh no, I know you don't feel sorry for that but you WILL!"
"It's such a cold night, isn't it, slave? You are already shaking!", the Hunteress says with a smile as she steps closer to the slave. She is dressed complete in black leather, no good sign for slaves.
He has been alone in that dark and clammy basement for several hours, kneeling on a hard bench, facing the wall. But now the dominant sound of high heels comes closer and closer.
Somewhere in Berlin, somewhere in the cellar of an old house. A slave is chained to the wall for several hours now until Madame Charlotte enters the room. She is dressed in heave leather trousers, high heeles boots and long leather gloves.