The rod in her hand was maybe a meter long and tapered, too thick to be called a cane. Nevertheless Kelly used it as such, beating my ass, thighs and finally the bottoms of my feet with sadistic ambition. By the time she done I was bawling unabashedly. Yet still somehow I remained incredibly aroused. Every welt she laid down on me was in a way a unique badge of honor. As worthless a man as I obviously was, my wounds proclaimed me of value to her. If such an exalted creature as Goddess Kelly could get pleasure and satisfaction from torturing me, than I was finally providing her with at least some of the supreme fulfillment she ultimately deserved, regardless of my lowly celibate loser status. I was thrilled to be of even such limited use.
Goddess Katia took her pleasure this way too then,
