Even after a brutal day of training (during which I trampled, whipped, caned and humiliated this slave) I decided he had not yet suffered enough for Me. So while I took a well deserved break, relaxing with My feet up and drink in hand, I make sure My suffering slave is not so comfortable and in fact very UN-comfortable. Kneeling on the hard concrete in the slave wash pit is difficult enough, it is also quite cold, so he’s shivering like a leaf. I decorate his nipples with clamps and a couple of empty buckets (you’ll see why I’ve done this after the hose is turned onto max with high pressure cold water). I have an absolute squeal of a time pushing him to the brink, laughing at his predicament and making him suffer just that little bit extra for Me.