With my slave naked and bound before me, he has no option but to accept whatever punishments I choose to bestow upon him. And on this particular evening, I choose to ravage his body with my dreaded thrasher whip. This whip is not for the feint of heart, as every blow feels like a thousand red hot pokers burning the skin.

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 my amusement And so the pain shall be swift and severe, to remind him of his position as my property. The searin... Show more