Your reward, slave

With a deafening bang, the secret door swung open, revealing Lady Victoria, clad in black leather and wielding a menacing whip. Behind her, your reward, slave lay trembling on the cold stone floor. His hands were bound above his head, and his eyes were filled with fear and anticipation.Lady Victoria strutted towards him, her boots clicking authoritatively against the stone. She stopped inches from his face, towering over him with her six-foot frame. With a sneer, she ran her tongue seductively along the rim of her whip."Your reward, slave," she purred, her breath hot against his neck."You've been such a good little toy for me. This is just a small token of my appreciation."With a cruel laugh, she raised her whip high above her head and brought it down with a sickening crack, leaving red marks on your soft skin.