I love the taste of men's tears. The I can lick the salty flavor of their sorrow straight from their cheeks. This slave will be given a thorough licking. Do you hear that slave? I love the sounds of you sorrow. Now cry for me.

He will beg for more because that more will be his only mercy. He can only hope that I will lose interest in beating his tender ass. He can only hope that I won't stir my ire. Now beg slave, beg for your freedom at the end of this stick