Today, I have chosen the most formidable whips for my slave, positioning him on his knees, shackled with chains in the heart of the room. He is but an object for my sadistic desires… As I strike him, the sound of my stilettos and the scent of my latex dress consume him, enveloping him in this submission to his Mistress. Lying prone, bound in that position of confinement and surrender, he remains ever uncertain when the next lash will fall and upon which weapon I will choose to inflict it. I can sense his trepidation, even as he presses his gloved lips to my hand in gratitude.