A slimy, naked worm is bound to my X-cross, his face concealed, his back facing me – I haven’t the desire to meet his gaze. I rise from my throne and begin to whip him, starting with a gentle flogger made of leather. However, I crave to see redder skin, more marks, so I turn to my arsenal and select a sharper, more vicious whip. The difference is evident from the first lash, and the slave’s screams confirm it. His back is soon covered in marks and welts, a sight that brings me great pleasure. I untie his hands and force him to kneel, making him kiss the tip of my boots before leaving him to suffer in this uncomfortable position.