The Master's whip knows no bounds. Black or white, it's leather braids burn the flesh. The welts are painful, they are crimson. The Master demands your total submission. You are nothing in his eyes, just worthless flesh on which to take out all of his needs. He will humble you. You'll beg for mercy when he has you in chains. You'll lick water from a bowl on the floor like this bitch you are. You are nothing without your Master.
