There is none more cruel, none more cold hearted, none more proficient at metering out delicious and excruciating pain, than I. When I am at my most sadistic, whip in hand, slave helplessly and inescapably bound before me, that is when I am most thrilled, aroused and at peace with myself. I am, after all, a True Asian Sadist of Royal Japanese heritage.

My slave has been rendered helpless and vulnerable, with no choice but to accept the inevitability of my punishment. I utilize my Australian leather thrasher whip to shred his shoulders, back, and ass as his screams echo throughout m...

There is none more cruel, none more cold hearted, none more proficient at metering out delicious and excruciating pain, than I. When I am at my most sadistic, whip in hand, slave helplessly and inescapably bound before me, that is when I am most thrilled, aroused and at peace with myself. I am, after all, a True Asian Sadist of Royal Japanese heritage.

My slave has been rendered helpless and vulnerable, with no choice but to accept the inevitability of my punishment. I utilize my Australian leather thrasher whip to shred his shoulders, back, and ass as his screams echo throughout my dungeon. Ah, but this is only the warm up. It is his duty and destiny to suffer for my pleasure.

My vicious whip tears at my victims flesh like a thousand, red hot razor blades. It of course bruises and cuts the skin upon impact, but even more deliciously, it sends a burning, searing pain radiating throughout every fiber in his body and lingers long after the whip strike. So before the pain even begins to dissipate, the next strike of my whip is upon him.

The pain is relentless, and grows exponentially. His punishment is intense, relentless and unforgiving, and deservedly so. It is intended to break him, show him emphatically who is owner. His desperate screams for mercy will fall on deaf ears tonight, as there will be no mercy. There will be no reprise. There will be no forgivness. Only pain and pleasure.