I prepare myself mentally for what I’m sure will be a long session of brutal pain—and I welcome it. There has been no s*x since I was awakened at dawn and though Benjamin teased me all morning, like an annoying fly flicking his small cane inside my p***y whenever it suited his fancy, I’ve had no opportunity to release the s****l energy that’s gathered within me and remains like a cauldron of fire waiting to flame and burn. I have lived with this desperate feeling so many times since I’ve been in the woods that I’ve hardly been aware of how acute my need is now. My crotch moves lewdly as if begging the men to come hither and use the succulent, turbulent portal.
I realize there was a purpose for today’s enforced abstinence; they must want me hot, just as I am now. I wait for a hand, a c**k
