In this clip my bound slave stands helpless in my dungeon, trembling in anticipation of the suffering which will soon befall him. Shivering and quivering like a soaking wet chihuahua on a cold day haha. But it takes only a handful of severe strikes to the small of his back to quickly snap him back in place at proper attention. Suspended in time, he is now perfectly still, all but for his eyes darting back and forth straining for even the slightest glance at my perfection. I will allow him that much.

Today's beating is for my pleasure and amusement, not his. So he will not enjoy the...

In this clip my bound slave stands helpless in my dungeon, trembling in anticipation of the suffering which will soon befall him. Shivering and quivering like a soaking wet chihuahua on a cold day haha. But it takes only a handful of severe strikes to the small of his back to quickly snap him back in place at proper attention. Suspended in time, he is now perfectly still, all but for his eyes darting back and forth straining for even the slightest glance at my perfection. I will allow him that much.

Today's beating is for my pleasure and amusement, not his. So he will not enjoy the benefit of a warm up. Instead, we will simply proceed directly to the burning agony of my most severe leather bullwhips. Strike after agonizing strike, I slash and tear at his exposed flesh until he is a covered with a myriad of bruises, welts, and cuts. I stop momentarily to sip a glass of, and he takes a deep guttural sigh of relief, thinking that he has survived yet another brutal punishment session. But oh no...the best is yet to come.

I turn my sadistic attention to his lower calves and feet and order him to "DANCE". Like a foolish court jester, he attempts pathetic "shuffle" movements, void of even the tiniest shred rhythm or passion. "You call that dancing?", I ask. The crack of my whip to his ankles escalates his slow oafish steps to more rapid movements and small jumps.

Crack, crack, crack ...faster, faster, faster! He huffs and puffs, straining to keep up with the beat of my unrelenting whip. With laser beam accuracy, I strike at his toes...one by one...and finally, he hops, twirls and skips about the room like a contestant on dancing with the stars. Sooooo amusing. I am very pleased with myself. HA HA!