A finger pointed to the slit of a cunt devoid of hair and, despite my agonies, I felt myself become erect in the presence of this fleshy and low-caste, but masterful and sensual, siren; cruelty and fear for the moment forgotten as I asked myself how I could possibly be aroused by such a… monster.
“The Mistress say you have good tongue,” she told me. “I tell her it be much better once I teach. You not learn Ajala’s way quickly she take bamboo to soles of feet and you not walk for long time.”
Had it not been for the spicy scent of the cunt I had, without realising, been drawing my nose and lips ever closer to, I feel sure I should have passed out with the terror of what she was threatening. That it was no idle threat had been underlined by the welts still an angry red upon my naked body as
