In Part 2, I pickup exactly where I left off, thrashing my pet sadistically...relentlessly...mercilessly! Incorporating both an extremely wicked leather galley whip, and of course, my bamboo canes, I take my gimp far beyond his threshold.

His screams echo throughout my dungeon as my whip slices through the air and cracks like a thunder bolt, as it tears his soft, delicate flesh. It takes little time to rip him to shreds, leaving him battered, bruised and lacerated. He can scream all he wants, as it has no effect on my intended outcome. It only fuels my sadistic nature to take his t...

In Part 2, I pickup exactly where I left off, thrashing my pet sadistically...relentlessly...mercilessly! Incorporating both an extremely wicked leather galley whip, and of course, my bamboo canes, I take my gimp far beyond his threshold.

His screams echo throughout my dungeon as my whip slices through the air and cracks like a thunder bolt, as it tears his soft, delicate flesh. It takes little time to rip him to shreds, leaving him battered, bruised and lacerated. He can scream all he wants, as it has no effect on my intended outcome. It only fuels my sadistic nature to take his torment further.

Beaten but not yet fully broken, my dreaded bamboo canes will do the job rather nicely. They bring a completely different level of pain to his demise. Each strike sears, cuts and cauterizes the skin in one motion. The agony one experiences is like no other, as each excruciating strike sends waves of unimaginable pain deep into the flesh and surrounding nerve endings.

But the sensation subsides in a matter of mere seconds, and my pet thinks perhaps he can take a breather. But then comes the next strike, and then another, and another. The torment is never ending. My sadistic appetite is insatiable.