Before the end of this day, this pet shall know full well that his place is below me, beneath my boot heels, subservient, working and serving to please me and only me. A good sound beating with my rather intense thrasher whip should put those wheels into motion nicely.

He must learn what it feels like to be at my mercy, because he will be just that, from this day forward. He must know what my delicious pain feels like, because he will be fed a steady diet of it. He must know how it feels to be helpless and hopeless, begging for mercy and never receiving it.

And so, I strik... Show more