“I know you do, Master.”
Carefully I cut thirty long, thick stalks of the hideous plants. As I carefully put them in the bag I could see the thin hairs that covered most of the plants. From what I’ve read these hairs act like tiny hypodermic needles injecting their fiery chemicals into the skin. I’m sure it wouldn’t be very long before I’d know firsthand how the stinging and burning feels. There was a little apprehension, but deep down inside I couldn’t wait to experience it.
When we got back up to the yard Phil gave me some tape to bind the bunches together. By taking five stems and wrapping the bottom two feet together with the tape, his whips were ready. All he lacked was a victim. Well that’s where I come in. I told him one painful night that I wanted to be strung up and whipped with
