The sound of my bullwhip cutting both the air and his flesh is thrilling, amidst his pathetic cries and screams for mercy. But there shall be none. Strike after excrutiating strike, my whip slashes his exposed back and buttocks until it is raw.

This is perhaps my finest masterpiece of sadomasochistic persecution. I rain down a vicious torrent of whip strikes on my helpless captive, until he is quivering, screaming, and begging for a reprieve from his Goddess.

I am relentless and calculating, with the precision of a surgeon, as each strike rips through his flesh like effort... Show more