My friend Ludovica and I recently bought two practically identical whips, two thin and elastic snakes that we can't wait to try. The slave is tied to the X-cross, naked and face to the wall he shows us his immaculate back as if to provoke us. He has a few tattoos on his arms and legs but they are nothing compared to what we are going to draw with our whips on his back. The blows hit incessantly between the grimaces of pain and in a few minutes the back becomes red and then almost purple: we pass our hands over the warm skin and feel the raised marks with great satisfaction. He screams for mercy and we free him but only on condition that he kisses our shoes...
