The Punishments of FoS
What you will find Here
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn,
and the thorn touched her heart,
and a fierce pang of pain shot through her.
Bitter, bitter was the pain,
and wilder and wilder grew her song,
for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death,
of the Love that dies not in the tomb.
And the marvellous rose became crimson,
like the rose of the eastern sky.
Crimson was the girdle of petals,
and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
The Nightingale and the Rose
Oscar Wilde
A rose is but a rose but in the hands of a beauty it seems to appear more beautiful.
Bound in leather and rope, captured in silks and velvet, a rose still blooms with love.
this is the site of great pain and yet for some great pleasures. Enter and learn to love the carress of the Whip.
Please remember readers this is a fantacy Lifestyle and is practiced in a Safe Sane and Consensual manner
she awaits the whip
Savage and Sensuous
The crack of the whip is the epitome of SM.
It explodes like lightening from the hand of a god or goddess, it snakes through the air like a dragon’s claw.
It’s evil, languid, precise, supremely savage, and sensuous.
In short, it is as sexy and it is dangerous.
It can create a range of sensations from delicate to cruel.
It can be as subtle as a lover’s tongue or as frightening as a chain saw.
Such is the fantasy, such is the reality.
Robert Dante
Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns
the rack many girls have begged for mercy here
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