I tied my slave to a spiderweb made of chains against the wall of my dungeon: he is trapped and cannot move like a spider's prey but unfortunately for him the spider in this case is me! I won't eat him but I want to play with him and with his resistance: I slap him relentlessly, with both hands alternating on his face which turns red in a short time. I savor every stroke as my hands start to turn red too, red with pain for him and red with pleasure for me.
