My leather galley whip is not for the feint of heart. Every blow feels like a thousand red hot pokers burning the skin. The searing strikes, slash and rip my slave's soft flesh, like a hot through butter. In mere minutes, his back is a myriad of cuts, welts and bruises...a beautiful sight to behold for a true sadist such as myself.

Strike after agonizing strike, I am relentless with my whip attack, as this whipping is not for my slave's pleasure, but rather for his punishment. And so the pain shall be swift and severe, to remind him of his position as my property.
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