Today Im a guest at Lilys house, along with Master Kaiser. Lily invited us for a very specific reason: to baptize her new slave, a pathetic creature who had never felt the whip on his skin. At least, not the way Lily likes to use it and everyone knows how relentless her hand can be. She has years of experience handling her bullwhip and a particular talent for making anyone on the receiving end scream.So she starts, without a moments hesitation, right there on the terrace, under the sun that heats and illuminates the scene like a stage. She lashes her slave with firm, precise strokes that leave their mark and carve away at his endurance.Then she gives us our turn. The three of us take turns with a savage delight, driving that trembling body ever closer to its breaking point. Each crack of the whip, each muffled whimper, becomes part of his baptism by pain, his consecration into true submission.Only this way will he understand who he belongs to. And what it really means to serve.
