Having sufficiently warmed up my reluctant victim, its time to turn up the pain volume with my dreaded leather braided cat of nine tails. Rest assured, this whip has a severe bite, and is not for the feint of heart. Not that he has much choice in the matter.

And so his torment begins. Strike after painful strike, I shred his soft flesh leaving his back bruised, welted and lacerated. Strapped securely to a padded bench, with his hands tied high above his head, he is completely immobilized and can do little to avoid my whip strikes.