Whenever you are doing a long job, it’s only appropriate that you take appropriate breaks now and again. I mean, if you’re not getting a bit of relief from the tedium of your work, things just take forever to get done. Of course, with my slaves, the relief they get might not be what they expect, because I certainly am going to make sure that I get my relief, but they are not about to get any kind of a break.
Since we were setting up and painting a new room for my dungeon, I figured that when break time came along, it was only appropriate that we baptize the room with my whips. My pain averse slave assistant didn’t quite agree with me, not that I was going to listen to her complaints anyway. It’s a good thing I always set up my hard points first, because she decided to struggle a bit before my whip convinced her it was a good idea to give up. It is always good to hear the cries of pain in a new room too, since you never know how things will sound when a new paintjob covers the walls. She did cry too, especially when the whip found her thighs, ass, and her tight little pussy, and left welts all over her skin. It was for the best, since those red stripes on her white skin made the white of the room really pop in contrast.





