The long-awaited tool has finally arrived, and I am going to debut it on the slave who bears my brand on his back. I secure him by the ankles, positioning him upside down with only his hands free for support. This posture will enhance the sensation of pain. I have several canes at the ready, and I begin to unleash my sadistic side. Stroke after stroke, tool after tool, I rain blows upon his ass and back, leaving increasingly deeper marks. Despite his pleas for mercy, he insists on praising my strength rather than weakness. I take this as a challenge, an invitation to strike harder and longer. Eventually, his attempts to shield himself with his free hands prove futile, so I reposition the restraints, leaving him begging for relief.