Pain

   ?I think that you?re going to have to discover the second first. After all, how can this relationship possibly work if you don?t have a little bit of respect for me???     She turned me on my back, sat down on me and then untied my hands. I thought that this was going to be my chance to escape, but I had no idea how incredibly strong and fast she was. Rather than having the opportunity to fight back, I quickly found my hands pushed out and manacled to chains fixed in the floor. A second later, she had done the same to my legs, leaving me face down and spread eagle. 

  I couldn?t really see what was going on behind me, but I could easily recognize the next sound I heard. It was the cracking of a whip. She cracked it three or four times in the air, allowing me to feel the air from its swish. When it actually hit my flesh, it was almost a relief. 

  I say almost because it was also excruciatingly painful. She hit once and then paused for a sew seconds. Then she hit again. I have no idea how many times she did, because I kept losing count. She very frequently stopped and said that I had had enough before almost immediately starting again, as if to make me unready to feel it again. By the time she actually did stop, I had learned to expect more. 

  What I got was something else again.