You can see the look of fear in my slave face today, and he is correct in his thinking. I immediately give him an excellent volley of whips turning his backside to a gory pulp in seconds. I reward him by garroting his neck with the whip, yanking back his head and spitting in his eye. Then I resume the regimen.

Having ripped his back to shreds, I aim at his saggy buttocks. The whip whistles through the air like background music in an ominous melodic moment, with whip-crack counterpoint and the tapping of spike heels as I step about for the angles I need to catch ever... Show more