Little Rabbit Productions

Summoned into the shower Lady Dark Angel admires the evidence of her handiwork on my flesh. The bite marks mixed in with the various welts caused by both a whip and the stinging nettles are shining brightly, but she wants to see if she can bring them out a little more (and make them sting a little more) with a nice warm shower.

Ordered to sit in the corner Lady Dark Angel starts out teasingly, sprinkling her nectar onto my flesh, making me squirm in anticipation.

Before long my boobs are nice and wet, so Lady Dark Angel wants to see me wash them. She doesn't care how tender they are from both the whipping they took and the stinging nettles that were rubbed all over them. She wants to see her piss massaged into my tits.

Once she's satisfied with this humiliation I'm ordered to lie flat in the shower with my arms behind my back as Lady Dark Angel stand astride me and completely empties her bladder.

She leaves me wallowing in it with an order to rub even more of it into my poor stinging flesh.

I'm minding my own business relaxing and having a little vape in Lady Dark Angel's dungeon when she returns to check on me. Apparently I look far too comfortable and she's going to change that.

I'm ordered to kneel on an evil metal slatted chair by the leather clad Goddess, clutching on to spikes for support. Once in position Lady Dark Angel has me kneel up causing a great deal of pain even before we take the paddling in to account.

I get a hell of a beating and am left kneeling on that evil chair with my knees screaming at me contemplating the folly of getting too comfortable around Lady Dark Angel.

Next up The House of Sinn pain room awaits.

I lay chained on my back, feet lifted high by cold steel, wrists secured, body helpless and exposed.

Matriarch Ezada Sinn enters in her leather top, skirt, black lace stockings and heels. She makes me start by worshiping her perfect designer shoes, pressing my head down under her sole, reminding me of my position.

When The Matriarch finally removes her shoes, I am ordered to lick and suck her nylon-covered feet, taking in her scent with devotion.

Then the alarm rings, it's the signal of pain. Matriarch Ezada picks up her dragon whip and begins. My delicate feet her target. Every lash marks my flesh, my cries feeding her pleasure. I squirm around, trying to escape her cruel attention, but the chains keep me in place. I must endure, because The Matriarch decides when it ends.

This is only the second round, seven more hours remain. My poor feet will be feeling this one long after the marks fade.

I'm super sensitive following Lady Dark Angel's previous ministrations, but now she has ordered me out into her garden.

Brandishing a flogger made of freshly picked stinging nettles Lady Dark Angel takes great pleasure in ensuring no part of my body escapes her nettles' kiss.

My squeals and screams only serve to delight her sadism spurring her on as she flogs my back, bottom, shoves the nettles down my panties, and makes very sure that my poor bruised breasts get plenty of attention too.

Eight hours of pain. That is my destiny today.

As soon as I enter Matriarch Ezada Sinn's limousine, I am under her spell. The schedule is clear: every hour an alarm will ring, and with it a new torment begins. Physical, psychological, sexual.

I am hers for the entire day. Ankles cuffed, spreader bar, clamps biting my poor sensitive nipples, thighs marked by The Matriarch's hand, and a rose gag muffling my whimpers.

All while dressed so casually in a navy dress and riding boots. Meanwhile Ezada Sinn is wearing her leather top, lace-trimmed stockings, patent high heels with spikes, a fur shawl and hat. The contrast is striking, she rules and I obey. Inside her car, I am already soaking, squirming in my arousal.

Lady Dark Angel has me bound in her dungeon, wrists above my head wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties, entirely at her mercy.

She strides over to me in a pair of knee high leather boots, fishnets, and a lacy bodysuit swinging her dragontail whip menacingly.

She intends to mark up my poor sensitive tits with it and no amount of bargaining will do any good.

Lady Dark Angel starts out lightly flicking her whip across my breasts, stopping to add in some hard slaps so she can enjoy seeing me jiggle before ratcheting up the intensity whipping me harder and harder.

Before long my tits are covered in cruel red welts much to Lady Dark Angel's sadistic delight. The marks are poked and prodded to test how tender they are, before my torment resumes.

Lady Dark Angel has claimed my tits, they are hers to hurt, punish and mark as she pleases, unfortunately for me, the more I suffer the happier she gets.

I'm kneeling in Lady Dark Angel's dungeon waiting for her to be ready for me. Finally she summons me, towering over me in her thigh high leather boots and miniskirt.

Lady Dark Angel has bought herself a new toy, and she's making it my problem. A set of evil metal spiked boards which I'm made to stand on for as long as I can bare while she flogs me mercilessly.

Challenging me to endure for as long as I can satisfies her sadistic streak while taking advantage of my competitive nature horribly.

How long will I last? Will I beat the time Lady Dark Angel has in mind?

After my spanking I've been left bound to the dungeon bed to contemplate what's next.

Lady Dark Angel strides over in her lingerie, leather boots, and a playful smile. She's not going to tell me what's coming though, it's more fun (for her) if I find out as it happens.

Lady Dark Angel loves leaving marks, and this time she intends to leave them with her teeth. She takes her time sinking her teeth into my tender flesh over and over ensuring my body is well coated in bite marks. My screaming and struggling only serves to encourage her more. Lady Dark Angel's sadism is in full flow and she aims to claim every part of me...

Lady Dark Angel, a vision in knee high leather boots, lingerie and fishnets comes across me napping on her bed in some extremely skimpy lingerie of my own.

Unhappy with both my presumption and the cheekiness of my replies when she addresses me, I'm in for an extremely thorough and severe spanking.

Before she's done with me Lady Dark Angel ensures I'm squealing and screaming with the pain, and my poor bottom and thighs are bright red.

It's a start, but I might need a little more correction to stand any chance of my smart mouth behaving itself.

I've been caught out perving on tittes and Lady Dark Angel intends to break me of my habit.

She has me stood naked in her secluded garden while she looms before me in thigh high leather boots and a scandalously short leather skirt.

She starts out flogging my poor sensitive boobies, ordering me back vertical with my hands behind my head every time I flinch or try to turn away. Not satisfied with just the flogger, once I'm suitably warmed up she moves on to a dragon tongue whip. Cruelly slashing it across my chest over and over again. Instructing me to present my poor marked up chest to sate her sadistic desires every time I flinch away.

I've certainly learned my lesson by the end of this one. Or at least I'll tell Lady Dark Angel I have...

Having spent enough training her mouth, m slutty toy is now bent over before me, her ass exposed. Looming behind her in a black leather corset and a strap-on dick I start things off with my fingers. Making sure my slut is well lubed and stretched out, her eager ass is practically swallowing my hand. She's definitely ready for a nice thick cock.

Grabbing her hips and thrusting in to her ass I grind my way ever deeper. I decide she doesn't quite look helpless enough, and grab hold of her writs, pulling her arms back and using them as leverage as pound in to her relentlessly.

Somehow as I thrust in to her furiously my dick escapes! We're definitely going to need something much larger next time...

I've been a very good girl for Lady Dark Angel today, and she is a lady of her word. Strapped down in her dungeon bent over with my legs spread wide I'm open and vulnerable for her to have her wicked way with me.

Expertly brandishing her vibrator Lady Dark Angel brings me to the edge repeatedly as she did before, but this time there is hope. She has promised I'll get to cum once she's amused herself sufficiently with my pleading and moans.

Once Lady Dark Angel is satisfied that I'm truly desperate she drives a crashing orgasm from me and I writhe in my bonds from the intensity of it.

Unfortunately for me, just because my poor hypersensitive pussy and I are finished doesn't mean Lady Dark Angel is. The same instrument that caused explosions of pleasure moments ago are suddenly inflicting the cruelest torment on me. Lady Dark Angel promised me pleasure, but she didn't promise not to take it away afterwards.

I scream and try to jerk my pussy away from her relentless ministrations, but bound as I am all I can do is endure until Lady Dark Angel has had her fill.

I'm relaxing after a busy weekend propositioning pretty ladies to see if I can touch their boobies when Lady Dark Angel discovers me.

Displeased with reports of my behaviour she's decided I need a thorough spanking to show me the error of my ways.

The problem is, dressed as she is in thigh high leather boots, a tiny leather skirt, and a decidedly sheer bra, I can't help but keep sneaking glances as her gorgeous chest. Which just earns me further punishments.

It's a vicious circle that is only going to end up with me having an extremely sore red bottom.

I still love boobies though.

Lady Dark Angel stalks around me in her thigh high leather boots as I'm kept immobile strapped down to her spanking bench, entirely at the mercy of her and the scary looking cane she's carrying around.

I've been promised an orgasm, but only if I can please her sufficiently through a cruel caning, and a savage whipping. Here comes the caning.

Lady Dark Angel starts out slowly, almost teasingly, but I'm certainly feeling the strokes and they're leaving their mark!

As she warms up the pace and the severity increase until I'm struggling to deal with it, but that's where she wants me. Struggling, suffering, screaming.

Aroused by my cries they only spur her on to be crueler and more sadistic, her enjoyment increasing alongside my suffering.

Dressed in a leather corset and panties I interrogate my slutty little toy. She was making all sorts of innuendo while being caned and now she needs to put her mouth where her money is.

I take great delight in taking a dildo and alternating between fucking and slapping her face with it as I stare into her eyes.

I take turns grabbing first her hair, and then her throat. Making her punish herself to reach the cock.

Happy that her mouth is sufficiently trained for now, she'll just have to wait and see which of her slutty holes we go for next.

I failed the last task, unable to keep a straight face, so my punishment intensifies. The alarm clock chimes again, cold and merciless, marking the start of the seventh hour.

Matriarch Ezada is still in her red catsuit with black lace, holding a single tail whip in her hand, ready to drive me through one of the most excruciating ordeals of the day.

I must walk barefoot on my tippy toes over a thick rope, stretched tight across the room, its surface covered in heavy knots. The dry, coarse fibres bite into my poor pussy, giving rope burn with every hesitant step. But that’s not enough to satiate Matriarch Ezada today.

The Matriarch presses full, fresh chilli peppers along the length of the rope, some whole, some split and rubbed into the fibres. The burn is instant. Unbearable.

Terrified I'm whimpering, crying, and shaking but Matriarch Ezada cracks the whip behind me to keep me moving. My cunt is raw, my feet are blistered, and the fiery sting of the chilli is driving me mad.

All the while Matriarch Ezada laughs, mocking my weakness, enjoying every second of my descent. I am stumbling, falling but I'm not allowed to stop. Not until the alarm rings again.

I barely make it to the end. One more hour remains, just one. Can I survive it?

I've been bound naked and left to soak up the sun in Lady Dark Angel's garden, and she has decided it's time to do a little yard work.

She strides out to see me, towering over me in leather boots and a scandalously short leather skirt, brandishing a power tool with a dildo attached to it! Apparently I'm the part of her garden that most needs attention right now.

I am teased, fucked and edged repeatedly and without mercy turning both my brain and my pussy into a dripping puddle.

Once she has had her way with me, I'm left lying in my own juices, if anything her garden is messier when when she started.

The marks on my toy's bottom are glorious, but there's so much more of her to be marked.

I start out teasing and playing with her breasts and nipples before turning her around to give her back a thorough whipping. Once I'm satisfied with the replacement wings I've supplied, I spin Sally around and give her chest a thorough warming up with my flogger.

Finally a bring out a thoroughly evil little toy. A cruel flexible rubber device that leaves the most delightful marks. Let's see how beautifully I can decorate her tits.

After a short break I find myself kneeling before Matriarch Ezada, reclining in full power and elegance. Black lace lingerie clinging to her curves, stockings wrapping her legs, and high heels accentuating every movement. Over it all, she is wearing a sheer leopard print gown trimmed with marabou feathers; a vision of decadent Femininity.

I've prepared a plate of fruit for the Matriarch, offering it in silence. Generously allowed to worship her exposed cleavage, showing my devotion.

Once the alarm rings, the next hour begins. This time focusing on my most feminine feature: my breasts. I'm made to stand tall, naked, arms behind my back. My heavy natural breasts hanging beautifully. Matriarch Ezada slaps them, again and again, watching them sway and redden. I'm ordered to jiggle them for her, to present my chest like a gift.

Finally Matriarch takes her paddle. Firm, rhythmic spanking across my soft flesh, turning beauty into bruises, softness into pain. My moans a mixture of shame and submission.

I'm marched naked out into Lady Dark Angel's Garden and instructed to stand facing away from her as she stalks around me in a mix of leather, PVC, lingerie and a single tail whip.

Lady Dark Angel has promised I'll be allowed to orgasm today, but only if I get trough this last torment for her.

I am whipped cruelly and relentlessly, every time I flinch away or try to escape I'm returned to my spot and the whipping continues.

Lady Dark Angel is thoroughly enjoying this, and she's determined to milk every ounce of her enjoyment out of my flesh before she considers rewarding me.