I have a new housebitch, and he needs breaking in. Good thing I have my good friend Helena Locke visiting! What better way to break in the new bitch than with a severe singletail lashing? He thought he would come in and clean my house, and it would be an easy femdom fairytale. Foot massages, worshiping, being naked in the presence of beautiful dominant women…he was wrong. He should have known what painful predilections I had in mind. Being my bitch means true servitude. Being my bitch means true suffering. And being my bitch occasionally means extreme agony should it entertain me (and it always entertains me). So imagine my houseboy’s surprise when Helena and I call him in with whips in hand, ready to tear into his skin until his back is no longer recognizeable. He’s in for an extreme whipping he won’t soon forget.
