There's nothing like making my slave suffer! It is, one of my greatest joys! All men are born to suffer, they should all be shackled and before my whip. Helplessly bound and at my mercy!

My Bullwhips make misery easy work! I slight flick of the wrist and skin slices beneath its mighty tail! My helpless man meat winces and grimaces in excruciating agony strike after strike. He can do nothing as he dangles from the ceiling.
I inevitably make him count the strikes just so that I can hear the suffering in his voice and it is divine