After his no-mercy caning, I decide that my slave hasn't suffered for me nearly enough. His next trial by pain will be at the end of my whip.
As each crack of my whip shreds the flesh on his already battered ass, he begs for mercy, unable to even stay on his feet. No matter no hard he begs or how much he crumbles, he's in for the long haul. I burn his wounds with hot wax from a large pillar candle only to whip the wax off with my dovetail.

xoxo, Cybill Troy