My slave is locked in the trample floor with his vulnerable parts exposed. I warm him up by sticking my sharp stiletto into his nipples, letting him kiss my shoes and pantyhose, and slapping his stupid face with my pantyhose-clad feet. His balls are crushed by a metal humbler and I begin to crop them. "Remember what you said?", I remind him. In his email, he asked for one thousand lashes from me and I'm not in the mercy business...