With my slave helplessly bound and at my full disposal, I escalate his misery with my dreaded thrasher whip. Strike after painful strike, I target the tender flesh on his back. His screams fall on deaf ears, as I revel in his demise.

Harder and harder I strike, fdaster and faster. Building him up to a physical and psychological frenzy. Again and again, my whip crashes down on his exposed back. He is helpless to resist or escape. He can only stand there, hands bound overhead, ball gag in mouth, and take the cruel beating I have to give to him. It is his place and purpose to please m... Show more