Now we can have a little discussion about feminism, sir.
Jasmine delivered my blows with plenty of time between strokes for me to recover.
She wanted me to be able to watch my lover and see his defilement.
After all, he had chosen to have me whipped with the crop.
I felt like I was part of some kind of bizarre marriage, where the partners were joined by mutual suffering.
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Yes, I answered. Are you. he asked hopefully. I shook my head no.