Dressed in leather from tip to toe, with a leather whip in My leather gloved hand, I know I make My chattel tremble in anticipation of the pain to come. he knows I am going to whip him, and he must feel I'm in the mood to make it hard, but what he doesn't know, because he is bound facing the wall, is when the lashes will come. Taking pain for My pleasure is the way he can satisfy Me. No mercy, no safe word, no escape. The only thing I want to hear from him is begging for more pain, even when his sweaty trembling body is covered in deep red whip marks.