Once again my belligerent fool has lost his way, strayed from the path of submissive righteousness and has disappointed his Madame. It's not like he has really let me down, after all he's given me a reason to punish him and I'm always happy to oblige.

There you dangle, helpless, naked. A tormented soul waiting for the impending storm, knowing that it's coming and that it will be merciless! For I am merciless and so are the implements of your demise. So my pathetic slave take the pain as my thrasher whip slams into your flesh, show me that agony of which I am the creator! Pull away ...

Once again my belligerent fool has lost his way, strayed from the path of submissive righteousness and has disappointed his Madame. It's not like he has really let me down, after all he's given me a reason to punish him and I'm always happy to oblige.

There you dangle, helpless, naked. A tormented soul waiting for the impending storm, knowing that it's coming and that it will be merciless! For I am merciless and so are the implements of your demise. So my pathetic slave take the pain as my thrasher whip slams into your flesh, show me that agony of which I am the creator! Pull away and recoil as you like, but it serves you no purpose, for your mind and body belong to me and I am in the mood for pain.

My thrasher whip has done its job, it has welted and bruised my slave's flesh nicely, but I just need something more painful, something that he hates and that will obliterate his mind as easily as it tears through his flesh. My bullwhip is handy so I put it to good use, my slave screams and shudders as it decimates his flesh and I only smile in reply as my slave learns that he should be more obedient.