When I whip my slaves I see them as a blank canvas. Blank and boring. But with the help of my whip I can create art on their bodies with a sadistic smile on my face.

This slave's bottom is already glowing red. So I'll pay some more attention to creating my art on his back. One swish, another and another. He moans in pain as I moan with pleasure. But if he makes too much noise I will tell him to be quiet.