As the cold, cruel, ruthless Purveyor of Pain, I continue to whip my undeserving pet's ass relentlessly with my lethal leather riding crop. Both cheeks are now flaming red and I will continue to beat away until he cannot sit for a month. I remain indifferent and merciless as I dole out strike after agonizing strike upon his weak flesh.

There are no kind or sexy words whispered in his ears...no tender strokes of my hand against his back to reassure him. There is only pain. That is the precious gift I choose to bestow upon my minions. It is more sincere and true to my nature. I am no... Show more