Three naked slaves hung by their wrists like three sausages are ready to taste my whips for an endurance contest that will see them yield one at a time. I am their sadistic Mistress, completely dressed in red leather, red as their backs will become under my blows. I have a whip in both hands to hit them without ever stopping and immediately start testing their stamina. The central slave screams more than anyone and in fact he is the first to give in and beg for mercy. The other two continue to suffer under my blows until there is only one left to stand up to the comparison with my whips: for the grand finale the two slaves eliminated will count the blows I inflict on the last one left until his back from red turns purple and he surrenders to the fiftieth blow. I enjoy touching their warm, scarred flesh as they thank me.
