Speed is the essence of whipping. When I lash back and forth, I double the tempo on the man's skin. Swinging overhead in a circle, making repeated contact with the flesh, is another of my techniques; it pours a non-stop barrage onto the slave, pain without letup, as he struggles to catch his breath. Switching delivery gives me more power for several brutal lashes, followed by the circling motion for another high-velocity volley.

I brandish the whip overhead, grasp the tip with one hand, pull the handle as hard as I can and then let go. The leather explodes off the slaves b... Show more