Master's Mark: Bondman Endures Caning

Kneeling on the cold stone floor, the bondman's flesh prickles in anticipation of the mistress's cane. She circles him like a predator, every snap of the cane against her boot echoing in the silent chamber. His eyes widen as the first lash finds its mark, searing his flesh. Each subsequent stroke is a symphony of pain and humiliation, his body jerking with each impact. Yet, he endures, his resolve fuelled by the perverse dance of power and submission.

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