It feels so good to suffer for Your Goddess, doesnt it slave? It makes you feel alive. Beg me for more slave, beg me to make you suffer. My leather straps and paddles will do rather nicely, as you stand there helplessly bound and gagged for my pleasure, and your pain.

And so I beat him mercilessly, until he drops from pain and exhaustion. And then I beat him even further. Until he crawls to me, begs me for more, begs me for more pain, more suffering. Because he needs it. He needs me. And suffering with me is better than not being with me at all.