Imagine the peaceful sound of the ocean waves, the wind gently blowing up in the trees and the chipping birds happily enjoying a beautiful summer day. And then, a fierce crack of the whip in the air. Mistress Damazonia brought her slave here in nature where no one can hear his cries as she's whipping him mercilessly. She's mastering her single tail with ease and confidence and she can't help but smiling when she hears him weep. A train whistle is heard in the distance... Louder cracks... Louder whistle... What a pure bliss for the senses. If only he could see her beauty while she's him, but he's visually deprived and can only feel the burn where the whip breaks the skin.