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 ... Show more