My whip is an extension of my body and as such it causes pleasure and pain. Look at how I punish this naked worm tied to the X-cross. The slave counts the whiplashes and only when he reaches 50 I give him a short break in which he will feel my nails on his inflamed back: he is thirsty but he can only drink my spit. Then we resume for a second set of whiplashes before I put him on a leash and carry him around flaunting the signs of my domination.
