The pain and suffering escalates to a feverish pitch, as I employ not one, but two ferocious single tail whips as a gift of exquisite pain and suffering for my privileged slave. The swishing sound of my single tail whips cutting the air is music to my ears.

My whip's ravenous appetite bites deep into the flesh of his back, ass and legs. My is cruel, calculated and unrelenting. His punishment inescapable. His screams futile. He has no recourse but to surrender to the pain and submit to my authority.