My divine gift of pain is of course an acquired taste. But I methodically feed it to my pets on a daily basis like a . It takes little time before the pain is all they crave and hope for from their Goddess.

This particular pet has been psychologically modified to the point of begging me for his daily beating. Like clockwork, each and every day, I allow him the pleasure of surrendering his mind, body and soul to the crack of my whip. The whips may vary from day to day, but the effect remains the same.

Today's fix will come from my dreaded Thrasher Whip. This whip is not for... Show more