Chapter Fourteen
I spend more of my life sexually engaged than I do in the fields. Now and then, I’m forced to awaken at an awful hour and required to spend an entire grueling day harvesting vegetables or tilling soil with every muscle in my body already aching from the strenuous activity of the night before. I assume this is simply meanness on the part of the men that use me, or perhaps this harvest is late, or the man in charge of me forgets where I last spent my time. Regardless, there are many days I run on exhaustion and in fear of scourges that I won’t relish if they are laid on me. I find the sexuality of punishment far more appealing than what comes with no erotic allure at all.
When I am called on for s*x now, it’s always in the most extreme form—unless I’m lucky for an hou
