My slave has no option but to stand there helplessly, hands bound overhead, legs spread wide apart, hooded and gagged, all to accept the hellacious beating I have to bestow upon him. It is is place and purpose to suffer for me and please me in the only way he possible can. That being, to offer his body up on a silver platter for my sadistic desires.

Using a fearsome 6 foot leather bull whip, I drain every last drop of resistance from his body, one agonizing whip strike at a time. Relentlessly, I crack my vicious whip on his exposed, vulnerable back again and again. Each strike hard...

My slave has no option but to stand there helplessly, hands bound overhead, legs spread wide apart, hooded and gagged, all to accept the hellacious beating I have to bestow upon him. It is is place and purpose to suffer for me and please me in the only way he possible can. That being, to offer his body up on a silver platter for my sadistic desires.

Using a fearsome 6 foot leather bull whip, I drain every last drop of resistance from his body, one agonizing whip strike at a time. Relentlessly, I crack my vicious whip on his exposed, vulnerable back again and again. Each strike harder than the one before it. Each strike tearing his flesh as if it were soft paper mache.

I mercilessly transform his back into a canvas of welts, bruises, and lacerations of the scarlet variety. He wails like a baby in need of Mamma's milk, but tonight he will go hungry. My appetite for his pain however, will be nourished for hours on end.