Whipping for chastity removal, Mistress Amanda unlocks pain
Mistress Amanda stands tall in tight leggings and a laced corset, a small metal key dangling between Her fingers. Her voice is low, deliberate, as She lets the key jingle beside the ear of the bound submissive, shackled upright against the wall. It’s the key to his chastity. But it is not a promise of release, it is a warning.
She explains it clearly. If he wants the key, he must endure. She will whip his back, test his limits, and only if She is pleased, will She unlock him. But not for pleasure. No. His cock will be freed only to suffer further torment.
The lashes begin, sharp and rhythmic. His body writhes, his pain becomes a performance for Her. Occasionally, She caresses the stripes She’s painted on his skin, mocking softness between cruel strikes. She asks if he can still take more, not with concern, but with a sadist’s curiosity.
When She finally opens the belt, it’s only to whip his cock mercilessly. His freedom is agony, exactly as She intended. He exists to serve, to suffer, and to beg for more....
She explains it clearly. If he wants the key, he must endure. She will whip his back, test his limits, and only if She is pleased, will She unlock him. But not for pleasure. No. His cock will be freed only to suffer further torment.
The lashes begin, sharp and rhythmic. His body writhes, his pain becomes a performance for Her. Occasionally, She caresses the stripes She’s painted on his skin, mocking softness between cruel strikes. She asks if he can still take more, not with concern, but with a sadist’s curiosity.
When She finally opens the belt, it’s only to whip his cock mercilessly. His freedom is agony, exactly as She intended. He exists to serve, to suffer, and to beg for more....
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