I adore making my slaves suffer for my amusement. I'm not sure which thrills me more, the physical act of throwing a whip, or watching my slave crumble to his knees as a broken man. I love the sound of the whip crack, and the energy that flows from my body though the leather bullwhip into the anguished slave. To me it is domination in its purest form, a perfect transfer of power.

Chained to the ceiling above, my slave hops and wriggles around in a hilarious but otherwise feeble attempt to dodge my . But he has no chance, no refuge. The cruelty of my whip shows no mercy. The lashes ...

I adore making my slaves suffer for my amusement. I'm not sure which thrills me more, the physical act of throwing a whip, or watching my slave crumble to his knees as a broken man. I love the sound of the whip crack, and the energy that flows from my body though the leather bullwhip into the anguished slave. To me it is domination in its purest form, a perfect transfer of power.

Chained to the ceiling above, my slave hops and wriggles around in a hilarious but otherwise feeble attempt to dodge my . But he has no chance, no refuge. The cruelty of my whip shows no mercy. The lashes will become more frequent and more intense as I become aroused by the pain I inflict.

Oh, how I love to see my pet suffer so. I then finish him with a very special and severe bullwhip which I reserve for only a very select few. Each strike of this fierce whip is guaranteed to render him bruised and lacerated. Some people call it cruel. I call it justice...Cruel Bullwhip Justice!