Nipples and arse are nicely suffering for me, with powerful electrics pumping on this wretch of a slave now trapped in in the metal room of my Cell Black M. My slave has already made the silly mistake of trying to suggest that he has had enough punishment; he needs to understand that it is me, and me alone, who decides when enough is enough. Perhaps having his balls stretched up the roof with a tight leather parachute and having a vibrator played over his most tender parts will teach him not to open his mouth again without engaging brain. Well, that and a spell left alone in my cell.