Eva hit me again. I could see that she was watching closely. Even when in the throes of sadistic passion, she did care for me, although it was hard for me to feel that way knowing that there were further strokes of the cane to come.
And then it happened. I looked at her, my eyes shining with tears, and I thought her so fine, so beautiful, so admirable in every way, and I wanted to please her and serve her more than I had ever wanted anything in life. “It hurts,” I whispered, “but don’t stop. I want to give you my pain, as much of it as you want. Don’t hold back. Mark me, Mistress.” At that moment I truly did not feel the pain as pain, only a kind of throbbing in my blood.
Eva lifted the cane again. This time, as she brought it down across my breasts, I leaned back and raised my chest to
