Bound to the cross, the chattel cannot see what Mistress Amanda has planned, but he can hear.
The sound of the leather crop slapping against Her palm fills the room, letting him anticipate the pain that is to come. She takes Her time, allowing the tension to build, knowing exactly how his body reacts before She even begins.
She knows how much he craves to worship Her arse. he wants it, he needs it, but at the House of Sinn everything has a price, and the only currency is pain. The crop in Her hand is only the beginning. he will be cropped, he will be spanked, and he will be whipped, each strike delivered for Her pleasure.
Only through suffering can he earn the honour to worship
