After ensuring all the slaves are hard at work on the farm in Germany, I have time for a short break. This means personal playtime and My favourite masochist is summoned. I have a new single tail that needs sharpening and his flesh will do just that. There is no warm up, no gentle strokes, just cold, cruel, relentless lashes. I watch as his skin opens under the each whip crack and claret coloured stripes adorn his beautiful blank canvas..........