This time it is not a punishment and it is not disciplinary. Sometimes, it is just because...I need it. The feel of leather touching My skin and the reverberation of My whip breaking the sound barrier, and ringing out like a shot from a rifle through the dungeon and beyond,gets My Heart racing with excitement. The look in My slaves eye when I tell him this time this is for My pleasure, sets a mood so electric the hair on your arm will stand on end. With painstaking care and intention, I suspend the boy in a rope crucifixion. The position alone is torment. The slave on the cross spins in jux... Show more