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...

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 searing strikes, slash my slave's soft flesh like a hot blade through butter.

In mere minutes, his back is a myriad of welts and bruises...a beautiful sight to behold for a true sadist such as myself. He struggles and flails around so intensely to avoid my blows, but it is all for naught. Struggle, cry and beg as he will, there is no relief in sight for this pain pet.