The slave is sitting on a chair in his underwear, his T-shirt is around his head, leaving his whole back naked. Mistress Zita is standing a little bit further from him, examining her pray and how to make him suffer again with her whip. But she doesn't have to think about it too much, her pure will be enough for the slave to scream and cry from pain. Mistress Zita smiles at the thought.

The slave is sitting on a chair in his underwear, his T-shirt is around his head, leaving his whole back naked. Mistress Zita is standing a little bit further from him, examining her pray and how to make him suffer again with her whip. But she doesn't have to think about it too much, her pure will be enough for the slave to scream and cry from pain. Mistress Zita smiles at the thought.