Naked and chained to the wall, the slave sees me coming from the mirror that is in front of him. He has his balls full after a week of abstinence, I feel them in my hands and I hit them with my boots. If he endures until he breaks the whipping record, he'll have a chance to jerk off in my honor. I take a nine-tailed whip and start hitting him relentlessly: he squirms and turns so I can hit him on all sides. After the first 100 hits he deserved to drink, I spit in his mouth and take another whip. I unleash my strenght on his flesh and his back gets redder and redder and I still have two whips to try as he hops in pain. Each whip I change is thinner and sharper, I want to smash him and make him crawl until it surpasses its 350-stroke record. When we get to 400 hits I release him and let him kneel and kiss my boots in gratitude.