Delphine takes her time, building the tension, letting anticipation grow as she teases her bound submissive with the promise of pain. She runs her gloved hands over his body, tracing the lines of muscle, pausing to squeeze and twist flesh, making him gasp. She picks up a riding crop, the leather end snapping as she flicks it through the air. She starts light, a gentle tap on his ass, then builds up, harder, faster, leaving red welts in her wake. She switches to a flogger, the tails dancing across his back, each strike a symphony of sensation. She pushes him to his limits, balancing on the edge of pleasure and pain, always in control, always the goddess of his torment.