The slave meat is standing to attention and our selection of whips has been displayed on the table. He is about to feel the most horrendous PAIN...all for us. Seeing him suffer brings us joy. Lady Renee and I use several different whips to mark and cut his body, he will feel the hot STING on his flesh. There will be NO MERCY and we whip him till he falls to the floor, several times. Each time he must get up and take more pain. His flesh red and raw, is a canvas for our dangerous leather whips.