I'm down to my last cane. I've broken all the rest releasing my sadistic desires on my slave over the last year. When I feel the energy leaving my body and the transfer of power from my arms to my cane to my slave's backside, it fills me with excitement. It's the only time I really feel satisfied. It's not about punishing him; it's about pleasing this creature inside me, this thirst I feel. Today I'm determined to give my slave the worst beating of his life, and I usually get what I want.

I unleash holy terror as I swing violently at my slave's backside. He screams out in pain like ...

I'm down to my last cane. I've broken all the rest releasing my sadistic desires on my slave over the last year. When I feel the energy leaving my body and the transfer of power from my arms to my cane to my slave's backside, it fills me with excitement. It's the only time I really feel satisfied. It's not about punishing him; it's about pleasing this creature inside me, this thirst I feel. Today I'm determined to give my slave the worst beating of his life, and I usually get what I want.

I unleash holy terror as I swing violently at my slave's backside. He screams out in pain like never before, as welts and bruises quickly form on his rump. I start to question what is the intent of screaming anyway; is it to appeal to my humanity, or is it merely the loss of his composure? I beat him till he learns the virtues of silence. Soon the once thought unbreakable cane splinters into a hundred pieces, but I continue, for my work is not yet complete. I keep on swinging away till there is nothing left of my slave or my cane. My slave is so downtrodden he gives up on crying and just moans, overwhelmed by the day's events.

Whips & Kisses,
The Goddess Katamura