BIČEVANJE ZA PAMĆENJE ZA KINESKOG ROBA

Whip punishing My slave was a foregone conclusion after his dismal performance earlier in the day. The only thing that could lighten My mood was to use him as My whipping post in order to vent some steam. I would enjoy Myself making him swing around in pain, using his suffering as a form of entertainment. With each and every whiplash, My feelings of pleasure would increase. With each and every red, blue and purple mark appearing on his flesh, My feeling of satisfaction would increase. Yes, in the end he would be broken, but that is in fact what I wanted. My slave will always be reminded he exists only to please and serve Me.