I survey my dungeon, where two pathetic slaves bend over the bench, asses presented like offerings. With a wicked grin, I grasp the cane, swinging it mercilessly across their flesh. Welts rise instantly, crimson stripes blooming under my command. One bears my branded tattoo, a mark of eternal ownership. I alternate strikes, their whimpers fueling my sadistic pleasure, pushing them to the brink of ecstasy and agony. “Beg for more,” I hiss, as blood trickles and their bodies quake in submission.
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