A hundred strokes for My pleasure

A hopeful slave seeks to earn a place among My personal property, but first he must embrace pain as My pleasure. My passion for whipping demands his devotion to the sting of discipline. Though I favor the bite of My whips, his training begins with a hand-shaped crop from the sex shop—a gentler introduction, yet still sharp enough to leave his backside a vivid map of purple and blue.

One hundred strokes will test his resolve. If he endures, he may be granted the honor of serving Me further, his tongue pressed to My red latex pants. After all, his purpose is My pleasure.