In my latest composition of cruelty, I employ not one, but two of my most dreaded single tail whips to offer my gift of exquisite pain and suffering to my privileged slave. This is perhaps my finest masterpiece of sadomasochistic persecution, as I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes on my helpless captive, until he is quivering, screaming, and begging for mercy from his Goddess.

I am relentless and calculating with the precision of a surgeon, as each strike rips through his flesh like a blade through butter. I offer only a brief postponement of his suffering, for the occasi...

In my latest composition of cruelty, I employ not one, but two of my most dreaded single tail whips to offer my gift of exquisite pain and suffering to my privileged slave. This is perhaps my finest masterpiece of sadomasochistic persecution, as I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes on my helpless captive, until he is quivering, screaming, and begging for mercy from his Goddess.

I am relentless and calculating with the precision of a surgeon, as each strike rips through his flesh like a blade through butter. I offer only a brief postponement of his suffering, for the occasional slap or spit to his face. He has nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from Goddess' lethal whips. As it should be. Tonight, I will surely own this new slave.