In this video, I torment my slave with several bamboo canes of varying lengths and densities. The thinner the cane, the more intense the sting. The broader, thicker canes provide more of a dull thud. In either case, it is a relentless game of pain and suffering at my hands.
The sound of the bamboo cane cuts the heavy air with a distinct swishing sound that leaves my slave trembling in dire anticipation. I revel in his fear and trepidation, and so I taunt him as I swish the cane in his direction. But be assured, the swishing sound will lead to the inevitable searing strike of the bamboo rod against his tender flesh.
I revel in painting a sadistic masterpiece of pain on my slave’s flesh with my beautiful canes, each mark a testament to his devotion and surrender. His unrelenting commitment to be my property, come what may. The pain is fathomless, as it smolders deep below the surface and into his psyche, forever branding my power and control onto his psyche. He moans. He screams. He sobs. He begs. All for naught.