I instructed my slave to undress and stand by the window in wait for me. I desire to whip and dominate him while aware that onlookers outside can observe him writhing under my blows. I have three whips ready for him today; will he be strong enough to endure them? I begin with the largest whip, delivering heavy and relatively slow strikes, ideal for warming his back. I then switch to a thinner and sharper whip, and he begins to squirm and suffer as I increase the speed of my strikes. He is nearing his limit, pleading for mercy and collapsing to his knees in search of my feet to adore, but I inform him that the torment will continue next time, leaving him there on all fours alone. He rises to his feet, and I reach for the final whip, a scourge with multiple tails, thin, agile, and sharp. His back is turning red, and he squirms until he collapses at my feet like a puppy.