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When a slave tells me that his flesh is mine to do with as I wish, I take it literally. This slave's skin offends me in it's smooth and unblemished state as I believe that a slave like this should carry the marks of his Goddess. I string him up in the doorway and begin my discipline. I begin with floggers to warm him up but it is a very short warm-up, doing little for him and more for me to loosen up! When I begin with the bladed flogger, his cries echo in the room, but this only encourages me. I switch to the lash, the cat, and finally the singletail. Stroke after stroke falls until his skin sports my stripes.
