My arm starts feeling the unexpected exertion as more swift blows land on your legs, moving slowly upwards, this time the tip of the whip connects with the softer inner side of your thighs. I gauge my strength and how much of the bullwhip's tip end hits you carefully, I don't want to make the pain to unbearable to you out of the blue. Besides, a gradual increase is usually more pleasing for both. I hear your moans and screams with every blow, watching you writhe and struggle against the cuffs and the chains from the sting of the whip.<br/><br/>The whip cracks in the air once, as I take aim and let it fall on your back once again, close to your right shoulderblade. The red mark is larger than those before as so is the strength that I use on the whip.