Andy ran through the park , sweat covered his tired face, while the hair was all roughed up. he wore just shorts and bare feet, making it extremly painfull to run on gravel path , wounds made by sharp stones & others on feet are bleeding freely & despite the hot temperature & pain, he was running at a very good pace from more than one hour. he couldn’t stop. he couldn’t even slow down. he had a goal.Running a marathon? Losing some weight? No. he had to serve his own Goddess!. A savage lash suddenly hit Andy's naked shoulders. “Faster, you snail!” Serena yelled at her slave, who immediately summoned up all his energy to further speed up. Serena was as merciless as beautiful. Dressed in a light skirt and a sexy blouse, she was cross-legged and swung her well pedicured , high heel elegent sandal clad foot like highlighting her comfortable and dominant status, while sitting on the rickshaw leather couch and holding a long whip. Her boyfriend josh sat beside her and enjoyed the pleasant tour, looking at the young slave harnessed in front of them.“What’s the hurry?” josh asked to his girlfriend.“There’s no hurry, my dear. I just want my slave to give always the best for me. And, moreover… whipping him is so exciting!”. Serena followed this last sentence with a couple of harsh lashes to Andy’s buttocks.“Ok. Please just try not to break him: we’ve been riding for more than one hour, and we haven’t taken the way back yet. I’m not willing to walk, it’s so sultry today!”.They reached a crossroad. Serena wanted to spend some time at the lake, so she roughly pulled a bridle to make Andy turn right. The young slave couldn’t avoid to groan.“Serena! Why are you so sadistic? Connecting the bridles to his nipple rings is an example of gratuitous cruelty!” josh said.“Calm down, my dear. First of all, you can’t realize how much I enjoy making him suffer. Second, your weight is contributing to his exhaustion and pain. Aren’t you enjoying a comfortable ride? Third, should I think that you’re staying on his side?” Serena said, sarcastic. josh answered back. “I don’t want to offend you, my dear Serena. Andy is your slave and I love being carried by him together with you, I like the feeling of his exhaustion and submission. Right now, I would have much fun by making the whip marks on his back. I just think you sometimes cross the line with your sadism. I mean, he’s also a living thing!”.Serena burst into a sadistic laughter. Then she whipped Andy’s back once, twice, many times until the slave reached an intolerable pace and started groaning desperately. “This is exactly because that slave is living thing & feels the pain .

That day Serena chose a different course, shorter but more uphill respect to the day before. Of course she demanded a good pace even in the steepest parts, using the whip with no mercy. This time josh enjoyed the ride and didn’t even try to contain his girlfriend’s sadism. The two had a delicious brunch at a restaurant, with Andy under the table as their carpet and boots licker. Some hours later, on their way back, they found the route interrupted at a crossroad by a jam: Serena roughly pulled the bridles, making Andy desperately groan: she didn’t even consider josh’s suggestion to connect the bridles to a classical mouth bite, rather than to her slaves’s nipple rings. “Andy, come closer to the rickshaw and let josh mount upon your shoulders!” Serena immediately ordered. Her slave promptly obeyed, sliding with his hands through the rickshaw for getting closer without losing the rickshaw balance. Serena wants josh to mount on slave shoulder to make way through the jam for rickshaw to move ,“Oh, no Serena… thanks, but this is not necessary. I’m too heavy for Andy to carry me on his shoulders” josh replied. But Serena insisted until he accepted. So Andy had to proceed with a heavier-than-him rider on his shoulders, and of course still pulling his mistress on the rickshaw. Even if more kind than the average josh was definitely a dominant man: he quickly got aroused by the feeling of his slave’s struggling body under him. So the most sadistic part of his soul eventually won the day…Since they were proceeding at a quite slow pace, Serena had fastened her side of the bridles to the rickshaw: Andy was just supposed to keep following way thru jam, with no need for further orders. Meanwhile josh, who rode Andy without a shoulder-saddle, felt uncomfortable because didn’t know where to rest his feet on. So he put his boot soles upon the bridles, gradually adding weight until they got tightened. That was a terrible torture for Andy’s nipples, and the slave couldn’t avoid to groan. “Shut up, slave!” josh whispered, pulling the slave’s hair. “I don’t want Serena to notice this. Remember that my feet comfort is more important than your tits pain. Keep suffering in silence for your master!”. That was one of the hardest day ever for the poor Andy: josh’s 165 lbs really put his shoulders to the test, while the josh’s feet tormented his titts over any tolerable level. Mean while his torturer was extremely comfortable and had hardon . Serena even whips slaves ass and sides time to time this meant more pain and suffering for the poor Andy, and especially the lost of every hope that josh could go back to the rickshaw couch, josh didn’t even think about leaving his comfortable seat on Andy’s worn-out shoulders. after long & slow ride the rickshaw manage to get through the jam then josh urged Andy to kneel down: “Didn’t you listen, stupid? We gotta move fast! Put me down!”. The young slave was so drowned in pain, caused by one hour with josh’s full weight on his shoulders and the man’s feet hanging from his nipple rings, that barely heard the master’s order. he fell on his knees very heavily, perhaps looking for a new intense pain to mitigate his current agony. Josh climbed on the rickshaw couch, while Serena’s cruel whip persuaded the exhausted Andy to summon up the last energies and carry them home.