In Part 2, the pain and suffering escalates as I continue to torment my property...simply because. No, he was not disobedient. He did not irritate me. He did not fuck up his household chores. He must suffer...simply because. Because I want to. Because he needs to feel loved. Because I am the fucking Queen of everything, and can do whatever I fucking choose. And so he will continue to suffer for my amusement.

Having already beaten him raw with my most feared and painful razor straps, it's time to take things up a notch. For his demise, I will utilize one of my most prized possession...

In Part 2, the pain and suffering escalates as I continue to torment my property...simply because. No, he was not disobedient. He did not irritate me. He did not fuck up his household chores. He must suffer...simply because. Because I want to. Because he needs to feel loved. Because I am the fucking Queen of everything, and can do whatever I fucking choose. And so he will continue to suffer for my amusement.

Having already beaten him raw with my most feared and painful razor straps, it's time to take things up a notch. For his demise, I will utilize one of my most prized possessions, a long, leather braided galley whip. This whip is not for the faint of heart and can tear at my pet's flesh rather effortlessly. But I do intend to make quite the effort to make his suffering especially delicious.

With my pain pet bound securely to my whipping bench, he has no option but to surrender to my sadistic attention. Strike after agonizing strike, I mercilessly whip his ass, back, legs and shoulders. He knows better than to beg for mercy, as that will only fuel my hunger for his pain even further. So he does what he can to accept every gift of suffering I bestow upon his vulnerable flesh. Good pet.