There's the slave: gagged, his cock and balls tightly secured in ropes, his hands cuffed and chained above his head. And the Madame Sarka steps into the room, wearing a white shirt, black trousers and knee boots. She walks round Her helpless slave, circles him like a shark, ready to attack. That walk alone – done with a superior smile – in reason enough to get this clip. Watching it means shrinking into submission. Madame Sarka takes a whip and starts warming up Her pet. Slowly at first, just to prepare his skin for to the horrors that lay ahead. After that Madame Sarka chooses a different whip, an extremely nasty one. The slave definitely recognises it and looks at it in fear. He knows what's coming, he's been flogged a time or two. His agony pops up as soon as the first strokes bully his back. He's in pain, which brings a bright smile on Madame Sarka's face. She makes the whip dance with astonishing perfection and Her slave dances along in a polka of pain. This