There are three reasons why I've chained a selection of slaves to sweat and suffer in the summer sun in my luxury outdoors training facility. The first is that some of them have disobeyed my explicit instructions to throw away their watches because time no longer matter to them once they enter my gates; the second is to decorate my garden pathway with a series of rubber-clad ornaments; and the third is because I can be as bitchy as I like with them just because I feel like it: which also means I can torment them with my collection of BDSM implements whenever I like.